He did, and she tugged the fabric down until his cock sprung free.
And oh, she’d forgotten how big he was, the prominent head mushrooming from the thick girth of him. Curious, she clasped him in her hand and her fingers couldn’t quite meet on the other side. “You’re big.”
“And you’re still torturing me.” His eyes were closed again, as if her touch was too much for him to bear with his eyes open.
Maybe she was. She had to admit, she kind of liked torturing him. Driving him crazy with her touch. Being a tease. She didn’t plan on stopping, though. Not when her own desire was pulsing between her legs for the first time in what felt like a hundred years.
“You should unlock me so I can touch those sweet breasts of yours.”
“Nope,” she said, and leaned in, gripping him, and swiped her tongue over the head of his cock. “You’re mine to play with.”
His breath hissed out from between his teeth as she licked him. “Oh, sweet Jesus, Chelsea.”
“What’s that? Do it again?” She leaned in and gave him another flick of her tongue.
“Ah. Yeah. Fuck yeah. Just like that.”
Her thighs clenched together again at his excitement. The sharp taste of his pre-cum was on her tongue, and she lapped at him over and over again, trying to keep up with the drops that beaded on the head of his cock. “Should I take you in my mouth, I wonder?” Her voice was a sultry purr.
“If I say yes, does that mean you won’t?” His voice was hoarse.
When she looked up, she noticed that his arms were straining against the handcuffs, the metal digging into his wrists. His eyes were those sexy green slits, though, and she gave him another long, lascivious lick as he watched. His nostrils flared in response, and she watched the muscles in his jaw clench.
“You know what? I’m not even going to ask,” she said lightly. “I’m just going to do what I want.” And she leaned in, her hair spilling over her shoulders, and took the head of him against her lips, then drew him into her mouth.
Sebastian’s long, delicious groan was music to her ears. She pulled him deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking, rubbing her tongue against the underside of his cock. His hips lifted and bucked as she wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and began to pump him in time with the movements of her mouth.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he muttered as she worked him. “Can’t wait to get you under me, Chelsea. I’d lick your pussy for hours just as a thank-you for the way you’re working my cock.”
Her hand slid back to her panties again. His words were filthy, but he couldn’t do a thing but talk. She continued to tease and torture him with her mouth, licking and sucking. She loved the feel of his cock. He was so hard his skin was like silk over an iron bar, and the duality between the two was fascinating. She sucked him deep and then dragged him back out of her mouth again.
“Gonna come soon,” he growled. “Come over here and kiss me. And then I want your pussy on my cock. I want to come inside you.”
She nodded and released his cock with a “pop” of her lips that made him groan anew, and then she moved up to kiss him. Her tongue slicked over his, and it felt . . . weird.
She was losing it. Oh, no. She needed to go back to that mindless state. So she moved to slide down him again, to take his cock back in her mouth.
“No, baby, up here,” he said, and jerked hard at the handcuffs. “I want to touch you.”
Chelsea’s breath quickened, and she sat up, feeling threads of panic. His wrists were red and chafed where the cuffs were digging into his skin, and she knew she should release him. But the thought of that made her arousal die a quick death. “I . . . I don’t think I can do this.”
Immediately his expression changed, his body tensing. “Derby? Pillow?”
“Those are my safe words,” she said, a shy smile on her face.
“Yeah, but you looked like you needed to say them, so I’m going to save you the trouble.” He gave his arms a little shake in the cuffs. “If you’ll take these off, I swear we’re done. I promise.”
“But what about . . .” She gestured at his cock, still proudly thrusting into the air. The head of it was beaded with pre-cum that had returned in the few moments her mouth had been away from his skin.
“It’s not about me. I can get my rocks off at any moment, remember?” Sebastian’s smile quirked. “Even to The Notebook. But it’s about you and you feeling safe and in control.” He wiggled his hands in the cuffs again. “And did I mention I’m losing feeling in my fingers?”
“You . . . you’re not going to pounce me the moment I uncuff you, are you?”
He looked shocked, then pissed. “Fuck no. I’m angry you’d even think that.”
“Even though I’m being a cock tease?” Her voice wobbled.
“You’re not a tease. I’m telling you to stop.” His voice was vehement, his body tense. “I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
For some stupid reason, she felt like crying. She’d hurt his feelings with her accusation, but . . . she was messed up. She knew she was. “Can we go back to cuddling? I like that.”
“We can cuddle so damn hard it’ll wear a hole in the blankets.”
She gave a teary giggle at that, and moved to undo the handcuffs. “I don’t think that’s how you cuddle.”
“Fuck it. We’ll make our own rules. Just don’t cry, all right?”
Chelsea nodded and sniffed, and when she released him from the cuffs, he opened his arms. She went to him, burying her face in his neck, and sighed with contentment when his hands began to stroke her hair and her back. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
His hands paused. “Why are you sorry? There’s nothing to be sorry about. I got an awesome three-quarters of a blow job.”
Her mouth edged into a faint smile. “Yeah, but I’m sorry I couldn’t go all the way. That I freaked out again.”
He squeezed her in a hug, her breasts pressing against his bare chest. And somehow, that wasn’t weird. Maybe it’s because his touch was so comforting, so soothing. “Are you kidding? We did a lot more than I thought. Should I have shut up? Did I ruin it?”
She shook her head against his shoulder. “It’s just me.” It was always her and her stupid brain. The panic that she couldn’t shut off. “But . . . I had fun for a while.”
“So did I. We should try it again sometime.”
“Maybe so,” she agreed.
He rubbed her arm. “I have to say, though, I’m down with you running around the house topless.”
She laughed, and it turned into a small sigh as she thought of Mrs. Cabral’s judgy expression. “I guess your mother was right about me.”
He stiffened and sat up. “Wait. My mother? When did you run into her?”
Chelsea rolled onto her back, her hand going to her forehead. Ugh. “Earlier today when I was out with Gretchen. It wasn’t pretty. She ambushed me at lunch and had Lisa along for the ride.”
“Fuck. I’m so sorry.” Sebastian slid out of bed and hitched his pants up around his hips. “I’m going to fix this.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to get my mother on the phone and tell her—”
“No, please,” Chelsea said, and patted the bed. “Just come back here and cuddle for a bit, all right? I don’t want to think about your mother tonight.”
He looked down at her in the bed, his expression torn. “I don’t like that she’s bullying you.”
“Then we’ll do something about it tomorrow. Tonight I just kind of want to relax, okay?” And maybe get a bit more snuggling in. She was getting addicted to the feel of his hands on her body. Not in a sexual way, but just his soothing, comforting touch. Knowing he was there and would be there for her.
She craved that.
Sebastian hesitated for a moment longer, then return to bed with a bound. She squealed as he tackled her and pulled her against him in a bear hug, his body spooning hers. “All right, you talked me into more of this.”