The Player and the Pixie
Page 28
The reluctant glimmer of hope behind his gaze made me want to hug him. I could see he was more than tempted and his vulnerability boosted my confidence.
I added for good measure, “If not the same tune, then at least the same genre.”
Sean rubbed his jaw, his mouth tugging to the side with an adorably shy smirk, and he took a step forward. “So what are you suggesting?”
I swallowed, remembering our wonderful kiss on the hill. If he could kiss like that then surely the rest was just a matter of . . .
A matter of . . .
Hmm . . .
“I’m suggesting we go inside my room and give this another try.”
His jaw worked as he considered my suggestion. After a long moment he finally replied, “Okay, then.”
I nodded and gestured for him to follow me into the bedroom. Once there I sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. “Right so, first things first. Take off your clothes.”
His smirk widened—less adorably shy and more adorably cocky—but he didn’t make a move. I threw up my hands.
“Oh, come on. I’m not being a pervert. I’m practically naked and you’re fully clothed. We need to even the playing field a little.”
“Okay,” he responded softly and proceeded to pull his shirt off over his head. My mouth fell open as he revealed inch after inch of abs and perfectly toned muscle.
Perhaps I should just get him to stand there so I could look at him naked while I got myself off?
Nah, too weird.
Maybe next time.
Off went his jeans and then he was lowering his boxers to the floor. My eyes snagged on his dick, which was in proportion to the rest of his physique.
Okay, I could work with this. I could definitely work with this. His eyes heated and my breathing deepened as our gazes locked. He seemed preoccupied with the dip and curve of my collarbone, and I felt oddly exposed with his eyes there.
“Tell me what to do,” he said in a low, husky voice, and I watched as his cock began to harden with alarming speed.
I didn’t say anything for so long that he started to approach the bed. I found myself shifting up as far as the pillows, pulling my knees to my chest as I contemplated the gorgeous hulk of a man who wanted to have his wicked way with me.
I just had to tell him what to do.
Right.
Think, Lucy. Think!
He was already kneeling on the bed, completely naked, and gripping my calves to pull my legs apart. The movement caused my towel to fall free once more, and his attention wandered to my breasts. He took his time admiring them before lifting his gaze to my face.
He must have found something funny in my expression because he chuckled in amusement. “I’m waiting, Lucy.”
I exhaled heavily and cleared my throat. “K-kiss me.”
My head lay against the pillows as he braced himself above me and lowered his mouth to mine. His lips moved slowly, almost hesitant, but when I slid my tongue against his he groaned and deepened the kiss. I felt myself heating up, a slickness forming between my thighs, and in no time at all I was panting, my clit swollen and aching for pressure.
“What do you want now?” Sean whispered and my arousal heightened.
“Kiss me,” I repeated the same command as before.
His mouth curved in a smile. “I am kissing you.”
“Somewhere else,” I said shyly and his eyes darkened. I quickly added, “But no teeth. Not yet. Just your lips.”
“As you wish,” he murmured and began planting soft, barely there kisses down my body. Once his head was between my legs he paused, like he was wary of getting things wrong again.
“B-blow on me, gently,” I said, throat catching.
His lips formed an O as he softly blew and I moaned so loudly I’d be surprised if Broderick didn’t hear it next door.
“Lick my clit,” I went on, my entire body flushing with embarrassment. It felt strange to be instructing him, but at the same time it was a massive turn-on. He was like an obedient servant, waiting on my every command.
Sean Cassidy as my own personal sexual servant . . . I wondered if I could get him to peel me some grapes afterward.
Bringing his mouth closer, his tongue snaked out and he licked me. My body bucked, my clit pulsing at the contact, and his hand went to my hipbone to hold me in place. My eyes met his and I realized he was waiting for further instructions.
My voice was throaty and strained. “Now use your tongue to draw circles around it.”
“Gently?”
“Yes.”
He did as I asked and I moaned again. A low, gravelly hum emanated from the back of his throat as he continued to lick circles around my clit.
“Oh God,” I breathed. “Now a little faster.”
My thighs clenched tight and I knew if he kept this up it wouldn’t take long for me to come.
“Look at you,” Sean whispered, eyes blazing.
“Put your fingers inside me,” I said and he complied.
“Like this?” he asked, moving two fingers slowly in and out, gently.
“Yes,” I answered, my voice suddenly high-pitched.
I closed my eyes, feeling an orgasm building. Sean’s fingers were hitting just the right spot, and combined with his circles on my clit, I found myself panting and shaking as I came violently on his tongue. I let out a long, satiated sigh, then opened my eyes to find him watching me intently.
I collapsed into the pillows and threw an arm over my face, slightly embarrassed by his close inspection. He climbed up the bed and pulled my arm back so he could look at my face.
I added for good measure, “If not the same tune, then at least the same genre.”
Sean rubbed his jaw, his mouth tugging to the side with an adorably shy smirk, and he took a step forward. “So what are you suggesting?”
I swallowed, remembering our wonderful kiss on the hill. If he could kiss like that then surely the rest was just a matter of . . .
A matter of . . .
Hmm . . .
“I’m suggesting we go inside my room and give this another try.”
His jaw worked as he considered my suggestion. After a long moment he finally replied, “Okay, then.”
I nodded and gestured for him to follow me into the bedroom. Once there I sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. “Right so, first things first. Take off your clothes.”
His smirk widened—less adorably shy and more adorably cocky—but he didn’t make a move. I threw up my hands.
“Oh, come on. I’m not being a pervert. I’m practically naked and you’re fully clothed. We need to even the playing field a little.”
“Okay,” he responded softly and proceeded to pull his shirt off over his head. My mouth fell open as he revealed inch after inch of abs and perfectly toned muscle.
Perhaps I should just get him to stand there so I could look at him naked while I got myself off?
Nah, too weird.
Maybe next time.
Off went his jeans and then he was lowering his boxers to the floor. My eyes snagged on his dick, which was in proportion to the rest of his physique.
Okay, I could work with this. I could definitely work with this. His eyes heated and my breathing deepened as our gazes locked. He seemed preoccupied with the dip and curve of my collarbone, and I felt oddly exposed with his eyes there.
“Tell me what to do,” he said in a low, husky voice, and I watched as his cock began to harden with alarming speed.
I didn’t say anything for so long that he started to approach the bed. I found myself shifting up as far as the pillows, pulling my knees to my chest as I contemplated the gorgeous hulk of a man who wanted to have his wicked way with me.
I just had to tell him what to do.
Right.
Think, Lucy. Think!
He was already kneeling on the bed, completely naked, and gripping my calves to pull my legs apart. The movement caused my towel to fall free once more, and his attention wandered to my breasts. He took his time admiring them before lifting his gaze to my face.
He must have found something funny in my expression because he chuckled in amusement. “I’m waiting, Lucy.”
I exhaled heavily and cleared my throat. “K-kiss me.”
My head lay against the pillows as he braced himself above me and lowered his mouth to mine. His lips moved slowly, almost hesitant, but when I slid my tongue against his he groaned and deepened the kiss. I felt myself heating up, a slickness forming between my thighs, and in no time at all I was panting, my clit swollen and aching for pressure.
“What do you want now?” Sean whispered and my arousal heightened.
“Kiss me,” I repeated the same command as before.
His mouth curved in a smile. “I am kissing you.”
“Somewhere else,” I said shyly and his eyes darkened. I quickly added, “But no teeth. Not yet. Just your lips.”
“As you wish,” he murmured and began planting soft, barely there kisses down my body. Once his head was between my legs he paused, like he was wary of getting things wrong again.
“B-blow on me, gently,” I said, throat catching.
His lips formed an O as he softly blew and I moaned so loudly I’d be surprised if Broderick didn’t hear it next door.
“Lick my clit,” I went on, my entire body flushing with embarrassment. It felt strange to be instructing him, but at the same time it was a massive turn-on. He was like an obedient servant, waiting on my every command.
Sean Cassidy as my own personal sexual servant . . . I wondered if I could get him to peel me some grapes afterward.
Bringing his mouth closer, his tongue snaked out and he licked me. My body bucked, my clit pulsing at the contact, and his hand went to my hipbone to hold me in place. My eyes met his and I realized he was waiting for further instructions.
My voice was throaty and strained. “Now use your tongue to draw circles around it.”
“Gently?”
“Yes.”
He did as I asked and I moaned again. A low, gravelly hum emanated from the back of his throat as he continued to lick circles around my clit.
“Oh God,” I breathed. “Now a little faster.”
My thighs clenched tight and I knew if he kept this up it wouldn’t take long for me to come.
“Look at you,” Sean whispered, eyes blazing.
“Put your fingers inside me,” I said and he complied.
“Like this?” he asked, moving two fingers slowly in and out, gently.
“Yes,” I answered, my voice suddenly high-pitched.
I closed my eyes, feeling an orgasm building. Sean’s fingers were hitting just the right spot, and combined with his circles on my clit, I found myself panting and shaking as I came violently on his tongue. I let out a long, satiated sigh, then opened my eyes to find him watching me intently.
I collapsed into the pillows and threw an arm over my face, slightly embarrassed by his close inspection. He climbed up the bed and pulled my arm back so he could look at my face.
