First Comes Marriage (Aster Bay #3)

Chapter Eighteen

This kiss was nothing like any of the ones that came before it. Sebastian ran his nose along the line of Sabrina’s jaw, breathing in her scent, before he pressed his forehead to hers, their lips close enough that she could feel each exhale as a puff of air against her skin. When she was about to scream from the anticipation, he set his mouth against hers.

Soft.

So light she would have sworn she’d dreamt it if she weren’t plastered along the length of him, if she couldn’t feel the tension in his muscles and the pulsing heat of his growing erection caught between their bodies.

Then his lips were back, firmer this time, exploring, but still not nearly enough. She wanted more, wanted to lose herself in the feel of him, in the fantasy that this man—her husband—was really hers. That they weren’t on borrowed time.

She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and a low growl sounded in his throat before he dug a hand into her hair, cradling her head as he flipped them over until he was on top of her. His weight pressed her into the mattress, her hips pinned beneath his.

He kissed her in earnest then, using his grip on her hair to angle her head the way he wanted it, and licked into her mouth. It was filthy and delicious and still she wanted more. He cupped her breast through her dress and she silently cursed every layer of fabric between them, every inch of her skin that wasn’t touching his. He trailed his lips over her jaw, licking at the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She sighed happily and rocked her hips up against him to feel his hardness between her legs.

He chuckled darkly, the kind of laugh that conjured images of being tied to his bed, of being completely at his mercy, of every filthy fantasy she’d ever had about him. He pulled back to look at her, gave her breast one more firm squeeze before trailing his hand back down to her hip. “We should stop.”

“No.” She fisted her hands in his shirt and tugged him towards her. “I don’t want to stop.”

His eyes were wary as they assessed her. “You’ve had an emotional day. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

She huffed out a frustrated breath that instigated a quirk from the corner of his lip. “It’s not taking advantage if I’m asking you to do it. And I am asking you, Sebastian.”

“Asking me to do what exactly? To kiss you?” He dropped a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “To touch you?” His fingers trailed up her thigh, stopping just beneath the hem of her dress. “To fuck you?”

“Yes. All of the above.”

“We agreed to a marriage in name only. Some health insurance. Playacting around our parents. Sex wasn’t part of our deal,” he said, but those fingers kept climbing higher, pushing her skirt up as they went.

“Then I want a new deal,” she huffed, something hot and needy twisting between her legs.

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why ?” She ground her hips against him, and he cursed under his breath, tightening his hold on her hip .

“Tell me why, Sabrina.”

His tone was as icy as his eyes, and she didn’t understand it. He obviously wanted her—he could probably do some serious damage with the steel bar he was walking around with between his legs—but there was something else there too. Something she couldn’t quite make sense of, like he didn’t want to want her. Like he had kissed her more out of instinct than desire. Like he half hated himself for the mindless way he rocked against her.

“Because we’re obviously attracted to each other.”

“I’m attracted to plenty of people I don’t fuck.”

“Because we’re married.”

“For now.”

Okay, ouch.

“Then we might as well enjoy it while it lasts.”

His eyes scanned hers, narrowing slightly, as though he were searching for the lie, for the part of her that knew if she slept with Sebastian, she’d never get over him. Who was she kidding? She’d probably never get over him anyway. If ten years, a failed marriage, and Sebastian’s misdirected hatred hadn’t gotten him out of her system, it was unlikely anything would.

Maybe that was the real reason why she wanted him. Because this—wanting him—was going to destroy her either way. She might as well wring every last drop of pleasure out of this arrangement while she could.

He sat back on his heels and she let out an impatient huff as she scooted back on the bed until her back was against the headboard.

“I’m not fucking you here,” he said. She opened her mouth to protest, but he continued on before she could, his voice a low resonance that sent goosebumps prickling over her skin. “When I fuck my wife for the first time, it won’t be with her parents down the hall. It’ll be somewhere I can make you scream.” She shivered, her breathing coming faster, and a slow half smile tilted up the corner of his lips. “You like that idea? ”

“Yes.”

“Good. Hike up your dress.”

Her eyes darted to his. “I thought you said we weren’t—”

“We’re not going to fuck, but that doesn’t mean you can’t come. Now pull up that dress and show me what’s mine, wife.”

Holy shit. She should have known Sebastian would be the dirtiest of dirty talkers.

She scrambled to comply, hiking her dress up over her hips and letting her knees fall open, revealing the gusset of her thong. His eyes fixed to the spot, to where she knew the cotton was already damp. Who needed a physical touch when he could look at her like that, when he could make her clit pulse with the power of his gaze alone?

“Show me,” he demanded.

She trailed her fingers down to her panties, hooking her finger over the edge of the fabric, and stopped. With a lick of her lips, she met his eyes again. “You first.”

His eyes blazed as his hand dropped to his belt, undoing the buckle singlehandedly. He held her gaze as he lowered his zipper and reached into his pants, watched her like a dare until she broke the connection to steal a look at the hard cock in his hand.

Good lord.

Sabrina wasn’t generally inclined to describe a cock as beautiful—she made and smashed replicas of the organ for a living, after all—but there was no other word to describe Sebastian in that moment, his hand wrapped tightly around the base of the thickest, most perfectly shaped dick she’d ever seen. He ran his hand up the length of it, a slow pump that highlighted the raised vein along the side, the angry red flare of its tip. And there, at the crown, a shiny silver barbell piercing vertically straight through the tip.

She sucked in a breath and felt more than saw his answering smirk. “You’re pierced.”

He nodded once, another slow pump. This time his thumb skated over the ball on the underside of the piercing. “It’s called an apadravya.”

Like she could remember some long, fancy word for penis jewelry at a time like this. Sebastian Graham had a pierced cock and—maybe not tonight, but someday—he was going to fuck her with it. A fresh rush of wetness pooled between her thighs and she ached to know what it would feel like to have him inside her.

Another slow pump. She was mesmerized by his movements. “Your turn, wildflower.”

Right. My turn. Stop staring at his dick. Even if it is staring at me too.

She slid her panties to the side, the cool air on her exposed skin somehow making this whole thing even more erotic.

“Open yourself up for me, baby. Let me see where you want me.”

Using her thumbs, she parted her lips, revealing every inch of herself to his hungry gaze. His cock kicked in his hand, a bead of precum sliding down the tip as he continued his slow strokes.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he purred. “I can see how wet you are from here.” She whimpered, her hips rocking up against air as he examined her. “Are you ready to come, baby?”

“Yes, please, Sebastian,” she groaned, dropping her knees farther apart.

“Show me how you get yourself off.” Her breath caught in her chest and she tore her eyes away from the world’s most perfect cock to meet his challenging stare. He chuckled again, the sound like a spark racing down her spine. “I want to watch my wife play with her pussy. Now be a good girl and show me how you make yourself come.”

Tentatively, she let her index finger ghost over her clit, barely enough to test how stiff and swollen she already was. What she wouldn’t give for it to be his finger, his tongue. Another slow swipe and then she dipped her finger into her wetness, drawing it back up to her clit as she began to stroke in earnest. Small, tight circles that had her wishing she’d thought to pack a bullet vibe, but no, like a fool she’d left her toys at home.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his own hand moving faster over his erection.

“It’s not enough.” She dropped her head back and cursed. She wasn’t going to be able to come like this.

“What do you need?”

“You,” she said on a desperate laugh. But he seemed unamused by this answer. “I usually use a vibrator,” she admitted softly.

He hummed, a dark sound low in his throat that had her nipples furling so tightly they stung. “I’d like to see that.”

She lifted her head to see his face again. “You would?”

Another hum. Christ, this man could get her worked up just with his noises .

“I can’t wait to use your toys on you. Get you one that sucks on your clit while I fuck your tight little pussy.” He grunted as his hand moved faster, as though the image were making him as desperate as it was making her. “Get that clit all nice and plump for me, so stiff and sensitive that you’ll hardly be able to take it when I lick you. But you will take it. Won’t you, baby?”

“Yes—oh, God, Sebastian.”

Her orgasm shimmered out of reach, a tantalizing mirage she could almost touch.

“Fuck, I won’t be able to stop playing with that pussy. Need to keep you wet for me all the time. Ready for me to slide in and give us what we both need.” His hand was flying now, almost as fast as her own. She couldn’t have looked away if she tried, hypnotized by Sebastian Graham and his filthy words and his beautiful, pierced cock. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s—Keep talking.”

“You like when I say dirty things to you?”

“Fuck, yes,” she whimpered .

“Will you let me do all the dirty things I talk about, wildflower? What if I tell you I want to fuck your pretty mouth, smear that lipstick all over my cock? What if I want to make you come over and over until you beg me to stop, until you can’t remember what it felt like not to have my cock inside you?” She nodded, a whimpered sound that might have been agreement. “Put two fingers inside yourself. Show me how you like to be filled up.”

She drove two fingers from her free hand inside, pumping them between her legs and pressing on her front wall. A shiver jolted through her, and Sebastian growled a command for her to do it again. Her thighs began to quiver. She was so close. So close.

“You’re going to let me play with your pussy any time I want, aren’t you, baby? In the middle of the goddamn grocery store, if I want to pinch that little clit, you’ll spread your legs and say please. Isn’t that right, wife?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her abdominal muscles shaking. Oh God, was she actually going to come just from her fingers and his filthy words?

“I’ll make it so fucking good for you, wildflower. Let you bounce on my cock while I take my fucking conference calls. Finger your pretty pussy while you’re teaching your pottery classes. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to make you come.”

“Sebastian please!”

“Fucking come, Sabrina,” he commanded.

And she did. Fireworks shooting down her spine, a searing heat behind her clit radiating outward as she curled in on herself. Her clit pulsed beneath her fingers as her hips drove up into her hand, her mouth open on a silent scream. Sebastian grunted as he furiously stroked his fist over his length, and then his cock somehow grew longer, thicker, and white ropes of cum spurted over his hand. He fell forward, bracing himself on one hand as his other continued to pump himself until every last drop had been expended.

When at last it was over, he took hold of the back of her neck and pulled her to him, crashing their mouths together in a kiss that was more teeth than lips. Dropping back onto his heels, he dragged a hand over his jaw and met her eyes, the icy blue a mere ring around his blown pupils. He took her hand, the one that had been inside her, and sucked her fingers into his mouth, scraping them clean with his tongue and teeth. But it was the open-mouthed kiss he pressed to her palm that eviscerated her, made her want to gather him into her arms and whisper all her secrets.

“You still want that new deal?” he asked.

“Yes! Of course.”

How could he possibly think she wouldn’t after he’d painted all those obscene images with his words? She wanted all of it, things she’d never considered before, things she couldn’t imagine doing with anyone else.

He nodded once, tucking himself back into his pants as he climbed off the bed and made for the en suite. “Here’s to enjoying it while it lasts then.”

While it lasts.

Oh, God. What did I do?