by Tara Wyatt
“Get that lipstick all over my cock, baby. Give me that beautiful mouth.”
She swirled her tongue over his head and then took him deep, as far back as she possibly could. A thrill charged through her at how much of him she’d taken, wanting so badly to be good for him. To make this as hot for him as it was for her.
His hips shifted and he pulled out of her mouth, his cock sliding over her tongue before plunging back in. “Yes,” he hissed. “Suck that cock like a good girl. Say thank you.”
She moaned around him and sucked him deep again, deliberately dragging her lips over his shaft, smearing her lipstick all over him the way he’d fantasized about. She had to admit, it was hot as hell. Already, fresh wetness was slicking her inner thighs, a needy ache settling between her legs.
He groaned and leaned back in the chair, watching her suck him eagerly. “Good girl,” he praised, making her skin feel hot. “So fucking good.”
She released him and kissed up and down his length. “Your cock looks good covered in my lipstick.”
“Mmm,” he murmured in agreement. “The only place in might look better is buried inside your pussy.”
She swallowed him again, bobbing her head as she tried to push him to the point of no return. She wanted him inside her, wanted to get him to the point where he couldn’t take any more. The head of his cock nudged the back of her throat, making her gag a little, and he made an almost pained sound. He pulled her off his cock and lifted her back onto the table in one smooth movement, his mouth crashing down on hers. She sighed as his tongue caressed hers, winding herself around him. His cock slid against her pussy and they both moaned. He teased them both, working himself against her, coating himself in her.
“I need to fuck you,” he ground out, sliding his head over her swollen clit. “I shouldn’t, but I want you too fucking much.”
“I want you inside me so bad,” she whispered, watching as he pulled a condom from the pocket of his pants, opening it and rolling it on in what had to be record time. “Fill me up, Mr. Prescott. I want to go back to work knowing you were just inside me. Fuck me so hard that I feel you for the rest of the day.”
“Christ,” he moaned and then slowly pushed into her, his arms wrapped around her, supporting her back. She wound her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. She stretched around him, the feeling of him working his way inside, inch by inch, a burning sweetness she’d never get enough of. He held still for a moment once he was fully inside her and then kissed her, a slow, deep kiss that she knew was from the real Sebastian. Her Sebastian, not the fantasy version.
Her Sebastian. God, that felt good. Still a little surreal, but so, so good.
She felt so exquisitely full with Sebastian inside her, the slide of his thick cock over her nerve endings driving her crazy, making her shake and moan as he teased her with agonizingly slow strokes.
“Touch yourself, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want you to come all over me again.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, slipping a hand between them, tracing her fingers over where they were joined, his cock thrusting faster now between her fingers. “Your cock does look even better inside me,” she said, then started circling her clit. His hips slammed against hers, making the table rock and creak as he established a hard, delicious rhythm, taking her with deep, almost brutal strokes.
“You’re so tight I can barely stand it. Fuck, I’m gonna come soon.” He slowed his thrusts and kissed her again. “You’re so perfect, baby. God. Thank you.”
She knew that his whispered words weren’t part of the game but were meant for her, the real her, making her chest tight with the sweetness of them. It was the sheer tenderness in his voice that sent her over the edge, her clit spasming and her pussy rippling around him as pleasure stormed through her, making it impossible to breathe or think. Making it impossible to do anything but feel. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she knew that it no longer belonged just to her. A part of it belonged to Sebastian now.
He groaned and drove into her with a few halting thrusts of his hips, his cock flexing and pulsing inside her. He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to hers, his breathing heavy. For a moment, she just held him, their bodies connected. When he opened his eyes, she knew the game was over from the playful warmth shining out at her.
“Holy shit, baby,” he breathed, kissing her softly. “Holy shit.”
“Mmm,” she murmured in agreement. “That was so unbelievably hot.”
He kissed her again. “Thank you. For being open and trusting enough to do that with me.” She sighed, melting into him as he kissed her and kissed her, his cock stirring a little inside her.
She wove her fingers through his hair, her forehead pressed to his. “I do trust you, Bastian. I do.”
It wasn’t a question of if she wasn’t going to fall for him, she realized. Only a matter of how hard and how fast.
17
For Sebastian, being back in the city after over three months away felt strange in a way he wasn’t prepared for. He’d grown up in Manhattan, had lived a huge portion of his life there and had always considered it home. But now, being back, it didn’t feel like home. It just felt like a place he knew, a place that was familiar but not necessarily his. He was pretty sure that Manhattan hadn’t undergone some dramatic change over the past several weeks, which meant that the city that he’d once called home felt different because he was different.
Which could only be a good thing, given how shitty his life had been when he’d taken off for Vermont without a plan. He’d been miserable. Absolutely, unequivocally miserable. His life had crashed and burned and he’d hated the man he’d become.
But now? He didn’t hate himself anymore, and he knew it was because of the work he’d done to turn his life around. He’d found a job that he actually liked. He’d reconnected with a lost part of himself. He was working on all of his impulse control issues and making progress. He’d fucked up his life pretty badly, and now, he was actually taking responsibility for his shit instead of blaming the world for everything that had gone wrong.
On top of all that, he’d found an amazing woman and had started to fall for her. Being with Kayla showed him that the man he wanted to be wasn’t out of reach. He felt so good when he was with her. So centered and happy. He never felt like something was missing, or that he needed to chase some adrenaline high just to feel good. Just sitting on the couch with her curled up against him while they watched a movie made him feel like he had everything he’d ever need, right there.
She was good for him, plain and simple. And for the first time in a very, very long time, he believed he deserved good things in his life. She’d given that to him. Kayla.
He liked to think that he’d been good for her, too. She’d stood up to Stammler, fired Davis, and seemed more confident and sure of herself than ever. He was proud of how brightly she was shining. Proud that a woman like that had chosen him.
He’d come into the city for his brother Max’s birthday and Kayla had surprised him by booking them a room at The Beekman so they could have their privacy instead of staying with Lucian or at Kayla’s place. She hadn’t wanted to traumatize Willa, she’d joked, but there was probably some truth to that statement given what they’d done to that hotel room. On the bed. In the shower. On the floor. Against the wall. They’d even accidentally broken a lamp. Not that he was sorry. Sex with Kayla was far and away the best sex he’d ever had in his life, and he loved that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. It was chemistry and lust, yeah, but there was also more to it than that.
It was connection. It was partnership. It was tenderness and passion and care.
Now, the night of Max’s birthday dinner, everyone was seated at a table in one of Lucian’s restaurants—he owned several, as well as multiple bars and nightclubs—this one an upscale steakhouse in Hell’s Kitchen called The Stonewall Chophouse. The interior was swanky and dark, with wood paneling and leather everywhere. Dim lighting gave the place a
n intimate glow as old school jazz played quietly through hidden speakers. The air smelled like searing meat and garlic, making Sebastian’s stomach rumble and his mouth water. It was classy and elegant, and more than anything, it made him want to take Kayla on a date someplace like this. Romantic and expensive and special.
“Hey, where did you go?” asked Kayla. She gave his hand a squeeze and he swore he felt his heart stop for just a second at how beautiful she looked tonight. She wore a soft pink dress made of some kind of floaty, silky material, the long sleeves sheer, the floor length skirt split with a thigh-high seam. The dress’s V-neck showed off her gorgeous cleavage, making him want to tug down the fabric and devour her.
And he would. Later. He could already imagine that dress pooled on the floor of their hotel room.
“Lost in thought,” he admitted with a small smile.
“What were you thinking about?”
“You, mostly.”
Her lips turned up in a way that made him want to kiss her. “Good things, I hope.”
“Always, baby.”
She started to say something, but then got distracted as Theo and Lauren finally arrived at their table. Given that Theo’s hair was a little messy and Lauren’s cheeks and neck were flushed, Sebastian could make a pretty good guess as to why they were almost twenty minutes late. Instead of giving them shit like he normally would’ve, he just smirked because he fully understood.
“Sorry, traffic,” said Theo, winking at Lauren when he thought no one was looking. He pulled Max in for a hug, and then Lauren did the same, wishing Max a happy birthday. The rest of the table was taken up with Lucian, Kayla and Lauren’s friend Willa, and a couple of Max’s friends from his fitness club. Frankly, Sebastian was surprised the grumpy bastard had any friends at all, but Jack and Miles seemed cool.
Once everyone was settled, the waiter came to take their drink orders. Scotch for Lucian, whiskey for Theo and Max, wine for Lauren and Willa. Sebastian ordered a ginger ale, and then the waiter turned to Kayla.
“Sparkling water, please,” she said, handing over the drink menu. As the conversation buzzed around the table, he leaned in close to her, his chest tight with guilt.
“It doesn’t bother me if you’d rather have a glass of wine or a cocktail, baby. It’s okay.”
She turned to him and smiled, her hand squeezing his knee under the table. “Solidarity. I truly don’t mind.”
Unable to help himself, he dipped his head and planted a soft kiss on her mouth. The table’s conversation dropped away and Kayla pulled back, her cheeks red. Everyone was staring at them, amused expressions on their faces.
“I have to admit,” said Lauren, leaning forward on her elbows, “that when Kayla first told me you guys were dating, I was, um…shocked, I guess? Just given how things had been when you worked together. But now that I see you together, I get it. You guys make a really good couple. You seem happy.”
“We are,” they said in unison and then laughed. Max rolled his eyes.
“Everyone’s happy at first,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s called infatuation and lots of sex.”
“That’s awfully cynical for someone about to start beta testing a dating app,” said Kayla with a teasing smile.
“You know, I said something almost identical to him not that long ago,” said Sebastian, eyeing his brother.
“I can be cynical about something and still want to make money from it.”
Sebastian and Theo both laughed, and their eyes met over the table. Something unspoken passed between them, and Sebastian knew that it was the smugness of two men in love with amazing women, knowing that their cynical, grumpy brother would eventually fall hard and not know what hit him when he did. Max had been in love once, a long time ago, but then everything had changed in the blink of an eye.
As the conversation flowed around the table, Sebastian found that his gaze kept returning to Lauren’s sparkling engagement ring. She talked with her hands as she updated everyone on the progress she was making on her debut album, and as she did, the big diamond caught the light, flashing at him. He could only imagine how good it must’ve felt for Theo to put that ring on her. For the entire world to know she belonged to him.
He glanced down at Kayla’s hand, laying possessively on his thigh, and an intense emotion rocked him as he wondered what it would be like to put a ring just like that on her finger. He sucked in a deep breath, his heart picking up its pace. Adrenaline surged through him, immediately making him antsy.
Slow down. You don’t need to do anything crazy or impulsive. She’s not going anywhere.
He breathed through the feeling of wanting to do something big and risky and crazy—it was a feeling he knew well but hadn’t had to face over the past few months. His skin felt tight and itchy, sweat prickling along his hairline. He took a long sip of his drink, focusing on his breathing and on the feel of Kayla’s small hand on his leg, anchoring him until the feeling started to pass.
Now that he had her, he wasn’t going to do anything to fuck this up.
“Hey, you okay?” she whispered, the conversation dropping away as a team of waiters arrived with their meals.
He met her eyes, some of the adrenaline ebbing away at the concern shining out at him. “Yeah. I’m just not used to being back in the city, I think.”
She squeezed his thigh. “You’re doing great, Bastian. Whatever you’re feeling, breathe through it and I’m right here.”
He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this woman, but it must’ve been something pretty big given how amazing she was.
After they’d all finished eating, stuffed full of steak and prime rib, twice baked potatoes and Caesar salad, everyone played musical chairs, the women gravitating to one side of the table and the men the other. Since Kayla and Willa were both friends with Lauren, Sebastian knew they probably had lots to catch up on. Still, he was sorry to see her go as she sat down beside Lauren and Theo plunked down into her vacated seat.
“You look really good, Bastian,” said Theo, clapping him on the shoulder. “The mountains clearly agree with you.”
He shrugged off his brother’s compliment while trying to disguise the burst of pride at his words. “The mountains, not being an impulsive asshole, doing something I love. Kayla. Life is good.”
“I’m happy for you,” said Lucian, sipping his scotch, his eyes roving over the restaurant. Every single table was full. “Truly.”
They fell into an easy conversation, talking about Max’s upcoming app launch, about Sebastian coaching Chase, about how much Theo was enjoying the west coast life. Sebastian noticed the way his eyes kept drifting back to Lauren, a possessive heat in his gaze.
Sebastian was pretty sure he kept doing the same thing with Kayla.
“She seems really good for you,” said Theo, tipping his head in Kayla’s direction. “Now that you two aren’t at each other’s throats.”
“She is good for me.” He sighed and sipped his ginger ale. “I think I’m falling in love with her.” God, it felt good to say those words out loud.
Max snorted and shook his head. “It’s way too soon for you to be in love. You’ve only been together for a few weeks.”
Theo shrugged, coming to his defense. “I proposed to Lauren like two months after we got together. And really, we were only ‘official’ for a few weeks before that.”
Max shook his head. “That’s not the same thing. You two were best friends for a freaking decade and we were all waiting for you to get your head out of your ass when it came to Lauren.”
Sebastian leaned forward on his elbows. “Kayla and I worked together for three years. She’s not a stranger or someone I just met. Yeah, there was animosity there, mostly from her and entirely deserved, but we knew each other.”
“That animosity was probably a good thing because boss-employee relationships are a fucking horrible idea,” said Max, sipping his whiskey. Sebastian followed his gaze, finding it trained on Willa, who seemed to be fli
rting with Max’s friend Miles. She blushed and laughed at something he said, and Max’s knuckles went white around his glass, a muscle in his jaw jumping. Sebastian and Theo exchanged a meaningful look.
“I don’t know,” said Theo with a shrug. “From a strictly legal standpoint, a boss could date an employee, as long as it was consensual and you disclosed it.”
Max shook his head, not taking his eyes off of Willa and Miles. “It’s a sexual harassment suit waiting to happen.”
Theo shook his head. “Not my area of expertise, but simply asking someone on a date isn’t sexual harassment. You wouldn’t be creating a hostile or offensive work environment with a request to grab coffee sometime. I mean, if she says no, then yeah, leave it and don’t bring it up again. And you can’t hold the fact that she turned you down against her. Like in a performance review or something. That would definitely be harassment. Not that I think you’d do that,” Theo added quickly when Max turned to him with a thunderous expression. Saying nothing, he returned his attention to the flirting, continuing to glower at Miles. After a moment, he tore his gaze away and tossed back the rest of his drink.
Just then, a man in a suit approached their table and bent low to say something to Lucian. Sebastian couldn’t hear much over the jazz music floating through the air, but he thought he caught the words “he’s here.”
Lucian pulled back with a grim smile on his face. “Oh, really? I’ll be right there.” He turned to his brothers. “Excuse me. A little business to attend to.” He stood and followed the man through the restaurant, disappearing behind a door near the bar.
Max was still staring at Willa, a look of pure torment on his face.
“You know,” said Sebastian, glancing over at Theo who nodded in encouragement, “if you like her, you should ask her out. Life’s too short to let good things pass you by.”
Max turned to him, his nostrils flaring. “You don’t need to lecture me on how short life is. I’m well fucking aware, thanks.”