One More Chance
To
Get In Her Pants
The hotel suite was a nice one, but Sebastian had to chuckle. If they didn't want him to know where they lived, then it was a lost cause.
There was a wet bar by the door and a small sitting room around a TV that was already on. The bedroom was hidden behind double doors that the husband pushed open. He hooked Mariss around the waist with one arm and lifted her off the floor, pressed against him. She squealed and
giggled,
something that caught Sebastian off guard. He stopped in the doorway as the two kissed. When she opened her eyes, staring into her husband's, it was like ice cream and caramel syrup was pouring from the sprinklers. No woman had ever looked at Sebastian like that in his life.
"You two go ahead," the husband said to Mariss. "I want to watch for a while."
Sebastian gave a nod of thanks to the husband.
Mariss stood completely frozen on the other side of the room. She stared at him and he stared back. The husband no longer existed. Sebastian closed the distance between them with easy strides. With his hands in his pockets, he tried to be non-threatening.
"You remember the rules?" Mariss asked softly.
"I don't easily forget," he assured her. "Turn around." He made it a request.
Mariss turned her back. Sebastian grasped the pull on her dress and gently unzipped her from top to bottom. He pushed it over her shoulders, running his hands down her arms as he did. He caught the dress before it hit the floor, folded it neatly, and laid it across the end of the bed. Mariss kept her back to him, but she trembled beneath his hands. Sebastian wrapped his arms around her middle and bent low so he could whisper in her ear.
"If you're uncomfortable with anything I do, you must tell me. Agreed?" She nodded. "Good. Turn back to me, Red." Mariss turned, but her spine and shoulders were still stiff. "Are you shy?"
Mariss shrugged and he chuckled with glee. She frowned, her eyes showing hurt.
"You shouldn't be shy. You have a magnificent body." He ran his hands over the swell of her hips.
"On the bed."
Sebastian grasped her hips and lifted so she could tuck her knees underneath her and kneel on the edge of the comforter.
Mariss loosened his tie and pulled it over his head. Her fingers went to work on the buttons of his shirt next. The light touch sent tingles over his skin. Sebastian ran his hands up and down her legs, enjoying the smoothness of her skin.
"I've never been with anyone but Holden," Mariss confessed. "I don't show off my body for a living." She gave him a crooked smile.
Sebastian couldn't do anything but stare at her, smitten. When
was the last time a woman's smile
had left him with flutters in his chest? He couldn't remember it ever happening, because he'd never allowed himself to get close to a woman who made him feel anything but sprung.
"I do." Her fingers worked their way down the line of buttons until she was tugging the shirt from his trousers. "I also look at bodies for a living and believe me when I say, yours is delectable."
"Can you say that in front of my husband?" she asked. Her nervousness made her hands falter as she pushed his shirt and jacket over his shoulders just as he'd done. They dropped to the floor on top of her dress.
"He's watching for a reason."
"You wear too many clothes," she complained. Sebastian lifted his arms so she could pull his undershirt shirt off in one quick movement.
"That so?"
He flashed the grin that made her eyelashes flutter. "That can be remedied." Sebastian set to unfastening his belt and let his trousers slide to the floor.
"Wow." Mariss' eyes widened. She looked up into his eyes and giggled. "I should have known you'd go commando."
Sebastian gave her a rueful smile. "That is what impresses you most about me being naked?" Her lips twitched. "I see. Your husband must be packing, then."
Sebastian lunged, taking Mariss to the bed with him and spread his body on top of hers. She was so warm, and soft beneath him, molding against him in all the right places. The squeal she gave made his dick throb painfully.
"Careful with that," she teased.
He chuckled. "I'm always careful with it."
"No kissing," she warned as he leaned his face over hers.
"I remember, though I'd like to see him stop me." There was an audible growl from the husband's side of the room. Sebastian smiled. "I am the man without rules, after all."
He bit her neck gently, but the taste of her skin was like none other. Sweet and fragrant, he moaned when he'd wanted to hear her make the sound.
Mariss gasped and her breathing came in pants. Sebastian reached behind her to unfasten her bra. He pulled it away and gazed down at her plump breasts.
"What is the rule here?" he called back to the husband.
"Enjoy yourself."
Sebastian looked from her breasts to her brown eyes, and suddenly, the intensity between them was at a fever pitch. "May I kiss her?" Her lush, red lips parted. She may not admit it, but she wanted to kiss him too.
"No."
It was Sebastian's turn to growl. "I can work with that I suppose."
"It's the rules," Mariss reminded him.
Sebastian traced a finger over the swell of her breast. "I love rules."
"You love breaking rules."
"Exactly."
He pressed his nose between the soft mounds. Mariss' scent was overwhelming. "You make it hard not to," he murmured against her flesh. Sebastian's lips moved over her skin, his tongue tasting her. He growled in exasperation as his need to taste her mouth grew.
"I'm going to have to leave," he whispered in her ear and nipped her ear lobe.
"Why?" She was breathless.
"I want your mouth."
Mariss threaded her fingers through his hair. Her touch set his scalp aflame and he was ready to move away when she pulled him closer and sealed her lips against his. Sebastian didn't even bother to pull away. Her initiative told him everything he needed to know.
She tasted of wine and the peppermint she'd eaten just before they left the restaurant. Her tongue found his and, when he stroked against it, she moaned into his mouth. Sebastian fisted his hand violently into the comforter on either side of her head. That simple sound rocked so deeply to his core that he had to steady himself before he thrust himself into her. In that moment, he didn't think she'd complain, but the husband would throw him out and that would be the end of it. That wasn't an option, so he held on harder than he'd ever held on in his life. He kissed her long and slow and deep, relishing her taste and the feel of her soft lips against his. He pulled one between his teeth. Her eyes flew open, the look in them so seductive he had to let go of her lip and grin back. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue. Mariss trapped it between her own teeth, applying enough pressure to hurt, but only a little.
"Uuh."
That came from him before he could stop it.
Mariss' hand ran feathery light down his side, opposite her husband’s line of sight. It settled on his hip and her fingers dug gently into his flesh. He knew what she wanted. He knew if he didn't give it to her now he may miss his chance, but he was trying, and in the spirit of trying, Sebastian took her hand in his. He pulled it away from him and pressed it against his chest, holding it there when she tried to pull away.
"Condoms," he said against her shoulder where he'd buried his face so neither she nor her husband would see what it cost him to refuse her.
"On the bedside table," she gasped.
Sebastian reached around and located one of the specified size and brand he and the husband had discussed. He ripped it open with his teeth and slid it on one-handed. Mariss' eyelids fluttered, showing him how impressed she was. He looked back to find the bottle of lubricant and leaned away to lube himself up.
Mariss was disappointed. It showed in her eyes and the way the corners of her mouth turned down. She seemed to know too, that this may have been their only chance.
Sebastian inserted a finger inside her, crooking it until he found the spot that made her gasp. Her hips pressed into his hand. The disappointment disappeared as he stroked her gently, eliciting several sweet moans from her. He removed his finger and slowly pressed it against her anus. She moaned again. As he pressed deeper, she squeaked.
"Stop?"
Sebastian asked, worried he'd hurt her.
"No. Don't," she panted.
"Oh, god."
He pressed deeper, then pulled out and pushed in again.
"Do you want me?"
"Yes," she hissed.
"Say it."
"I want you."
Sebastian shook his head. "Say it, Mariss."
"I want you in my ass, dammit!"
"Patience," he teased. "I have to get you ready." Mariss growled. Her hands grabbed at the comforter.
Sebastian used two lubed fingers in her ass and got a sensual "oh" from her. From the way she reacted, he assumed that anal play was something she might be more used to than he'd originally thought. He remembered the ease in which he'd slipped into her before. There had been plenty of resistance of course, but she hadn't experienced much pain.
Sebastian primed himself unnecessarily, and let the head of his dick press against her ass.
"This is what you want?" he asked.
"Yes. Please."
"Are you begging?"
"Yes."
Sebastian pressed inside her. Mariss flexed around him, moaning and writhing. "Catch your breath. Ride it out."
For some reason, those words made her moan again. He spread his hand across her smooth belly and ran it up her body, between her breasts, and settled with it loosely around her throat. Sebastian pulled back slowly,
then
settled back inside her a little deeper.
"Ah, god."
He loved the way she responded to him, loved the sounds she made when he was inside her.
The husband hovered closer, stopping at the end of the bed to watch. Sebastian ignored him, giving all of his attention to the beautiful goddess spread before him.
"I want her mouth." The husband's voice was gruff with frustration
Sebastian
glanced
his way long enough to see that he'd undressed while they were enjoying themselves. He pulled out gently to allow Mariss to crawl across the bed. The husband fed his dick to her as she leaned over the edge of the bed. The husband looked up at him and nodded. Sebastian took his cue and climbed up on the bed. He knelt behind her round ass stuck up in the air. He caressed her smooth skin and she shook it, taunting him.
Sebastian laughed and slipped back inside her. He was gentle, but forceful and she moaned like he wanted, the sound muffled by her husband in her mouth. She was going to be his undoing. He could already tell.
That thought chased some of the fog away. He hadn't noticed the haze that settled over his mind when she was near, but now that he saw it, he could work it out of his system.
"Throw it back," the husband ordered.
A moment later, Mariss was bouncing her ass against Sebastian's groin. He groaned. The sex-drug haze enveloped him once again and he was lost. She rode him better than even Hellena could.
The husband pulled away and stroked Mariss' face. "Lay back."
Mariss went up on her knees, sinking lower on him. "Lay back," Sebastian barely heard her say.
He wrapped his arms around her and let his body fall back against the pillows. Mariss giggled. He grasped her breasts in both hands. Her giggle turned into a sigh, then a gasp as her husband knelt over her and slowly inserted himself inside her.
Mariss writhed, her back arching. Sebastian wrapped his arms around her stomach to hold her down. With the restraint, her arms flew out to the sides, gripping the comforter. He reached for her hands and wrapped her arms with his around her middle.
"Hold on to me," he growled in her ear.
Mariss reacted to his voice by turning her face to his. She searched for his tongue with her own and he gave it to her, flicking it against hers.
The husband grunted. Sebastian looked up to see him watching them, his brow furrowed with strain. He wasn't going to last much longer. The husband hauled Mariss up and Sebastian had to let her go, but he followed them without slipping out of her. The husband pulled Mariss on top of him. He hooked his arms under hers and grasped her shoulders, holding her in place so he could fuck her freely.
Sebastian took her from behind, his rhythm alternating with the husband’s. Mariss made a low, long moan before it was cut off by the cry of her release.
"Oh, fuck!" she said as he and the husband continued to drill her. He felt when she came again and the husband cried out as it was his undoing.
Sebastian wasn't far behind this time. Only a moment later, he released his load inside her.
"Fuck," he said quietly. He dropped his forehead on Mariss' shoulder as his release made him shudder.