“Stud, remember?”
She giggled again. “Please lick my nipples, stud.” Her laughter hissed out of her throat when he bent low and flicked the tip of his tongue over one. It sent a bolt of desire right through her body, and she moaned, her fingers fluttering over her clit. “Oh, god, do that again.”
Sebastian’s tongue circled around one areola, and then he took the tip of her breast into his mouth and gently nipped it with his teeth. The sensation almost made her come off the bed. Her fingers moved away from her clit, her body too sensitive to take both sensations at once. And she wanted him to keep going. No, she needed it. She craved his touch, now that her body was awake and paying attention. “Oh, Sebastian,” she breathed. “You feel amazing.”
His lips teased her nipple, and then he licked it. A moment later, he blew cool air gently over the sensitive peak. “You’re so beautiful, Chelsea. You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of doing this to you. Of what I’ve imagined every night when you curled up against me in bed.”
She moaned, her mind full of the images he drew with his words. He licked and nibbled at her breasts over and over, until she was whimpering and rocking her hips with every tongue-flick he sent in her direction. Her skates dragged against the bed as she writhed against him.
“Are you still touching yourself?” he asked between flicks of his tongue. “Still playing with that pretty * under that flirty little skirt of yours?”
She shook her head, breathless.
“Why not? Too much?” His fingers traced lightly down her stomach. “Or do you want me to do it?”
She whimpered and nodded. Her thighs parted, welcoming him.
“Tell me to touch you, baby.”
“Sebastian, please.” She wriggled against the blankets, pushing her impossibly short skirt up. “I need you to touch my *.”
“Yeah? Let me feel how wet you are, baby.” His fingers stroked over her slick folds, and he made a sound of pleasure in his throat. “Look at that. So damn wet. Is all that for me?”
She nodded, clinging to his shoulders.
He slid up against her and moved to take her mouth with his, kissing her once more. As he did, his fingers began to slowly explore her folds. One thick finger dragged up and down her slickness, from core to clit, over and over again, until she was rocking up against his touch, desperate for more.
“You liked it earlier when I touched you, didn’t you?” His dirty words were whispered between light, dipping kisses. “When you sat on my lap and rode my hand, even though everyone was outside waiting for the locker room? You knew they were waiting and you didn’t care. You just wanted to come.”
Dazed, Chelsea held on to him as his slick fingers circled her clit. Her legs were spread wide, her breathing shallow pants. It felt so good. So good, and yet she needed more. She was lost in his touch, in his words, in the world he was creating for her where there was nothing but Sebastian and his fingers, his mouth, his hot skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “And so damn wet. You’re coating my hand with your juices.” His fingers slid up and down her folds, and then he lifted it for her to see, his skin gleaming with her arousal. To her surprise, he traced one wet finger over her mouth. “You’re perfection, Chelsea. Utter perfection.”
And then he leaned in and licked the taste of her off of her mouth.