Delecto - Games of Mastery (part 1) (10 page)

“
Sorry, I
shouldn't have picked that one, it kinda gets me, here...” She put
her palms to her heart, “you know?”

“
Yes I
do. Very much so.” More than she realized.

I needed this.
I needed her in my arms. My heart felt as though it was exposed on
my sleeve and I wasn’t willing to let it stay there. Was she
feeling the same fear of exposure perhaps? Is that why she was
allowing herself to be wrapped in my arms?

It feels like
she belongs there.

But, I couldn’t
get wrapped up in the sensation too much, or she would bolt and
pull away, so I tried to lift the mood.

“
It's a
beautiful song, but I agree, much too sad. So, do you do any other
great divas? What about Celine Dion or Whitney Houston?”

“
I know
some of theirs. Movie theme tunes, I watch a lot of
movies...”

“
Give me
some Whitney. This I must hear.”

“
Her most
famous from Bodyguard...I Will Always Love You?”

“
What
else...? Take the lead, I'll follow.”

She started to
sing again and I was astonished. I couldn't believe her range and
pitch.

“
If I should stay,

I would only
be in your way,

So I'll go,
but I know,

I'll think of
you every step of the way,

And I―”

The hair
rose on the back of my neck as she brought such pleasure to my
ears. “Holy, holy fuck
..
.” I
mouthed the words silently to myself.

As she reached
that long first 'I' note, the elongated out breath followed by a
range of extenuating highs. I began to play along, but I was simply
background.

Amanda Preston
was something special to behold, and I was fast realizing, far more
than that. She was a mixture of many things I appreciated. A
wickedly cutting wit, an amazing voice, beauty, brains and a deep
sensitivity.

I didn't want
her to leave.

I was lost in
my head. My whole sense of reality had evaporated.

When I
envisioned our meal together, I expected a clever verbal fight with
twists and turns, resulting in my ultimate victory. To put my
client firmly in his place and to be very much at a distance from
him. I didn't expect a ride on an emotional roller-coaster.

My mind had
been swamped by him. Invaded. And I now wanted him to invade my
body as well.

He'd discovered
a weakness in me, and had taken me somewhere new with that. My
whole self thrilled with our earth-shattering musical
connection.

He'd disarmed
my defenses so easily. His intimate touches had affected me in ways
I never knew I could be. The way he'd rubbed my head and played
with my hair, and despite my protests, which were all for show, I'd
wanted his attention. I'd slapped his face in a knee jerk reaction,
and wished I hadn't. He hadn't really deserved that. He looked so
hurt. He'd simply kissed my cheek, that was all. It was a sweet
gesture. And how I made him stop doing that sublime thing to my
head was a mystery.

“
I'll
play you something I like now, this is one you'll know. It's an old
soul classic.” His voice broke through my introspection.

As his fingers
moved across the keys, effortlessly, I noticed a small smile appear
on his mouth. I was becoming much too fascinated. He was talented
and sensual, in tune with me and so goddamn gorgeous it wasn't
fair.

I was aware I
needed to leave, fast.

The piano and
singing duet had opened up a deeper level of communication between
us. It wasn't something I could explore any further. I just
couldn't. I wanted it too much. To sit at his side like this, to
have my arms around his waist, singing my heart out and to see that
look of admiration on his face. The same admiration I had for his
ability to play so damn well. How could he do that, with no music
sheet to follow?

It was heaven
to sit there and enjoy his company, and the amazing sounds we made
together.

But no. Far
too much enjoyment, Amanda. Remember, you are not deserving of such
pleasure.

I had to
go.

“
That's a
beautiful song. You're amazing to listen to Seb, but it's getting
late, I should go.” I forced the words out as soon as he finished
his soulful piece.

“
Oh come
on...it's hardly late, it's eight thirty.”

“
I really
do need to go.”

“
You
really
don't.” He
was clearly appealing for me to stay, not just his words but his
whole demeanor. His eyes, his body language. I knew that physical
attraction aside, he felt the same pull toward me as I did to
him.

He picked up my
hand and stroked it. I was fast losing the battle as I gazed into
his eyes and a wave of desire washed through me at his touch.

“
It's
been lovely,” I murmured.

I straightened
my back and tried to close myself off. His appeal was so strong.
His looks, his voice, his talent, his goddamn everything.

Oh, God help
me―please?

“
Have
some more lovely.”

“
No, I
must go.”

With a great
deal of effort, I stood up abruptly, and started toward the front
door, gathering my jacket, case and purse from the living room sofa
en route. He proceeded me to the front door, at a fast pace,
blocking my final exit.

“
You
can't drive. I insist on calling you a cab.”

“
Okay,
thanks,” I conceded. I shouldn't drive. And he definitely couldn't.
He'd drunk far more than I had.

He took out his
cell phone and ordered me a cab, charging it to his account.

“
It'll be
fifteen minutes. ”

I stood by the
large front door, ready to escape.

“
That's
fine. Thank you Seb.”

“
Give me
your car key, please.”

I took it out
of my purse and handed it to him. I was impressed by his sense of
responsibility about my driving, and by how sober he seemed to be
after drinking practically a whole bottle of wine in two hours. I
was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to stand up with that amount of
alcohol flooding my bloodstream.

“
I'll
drop it off at about five tomorrow. What's your
address.”

I gave him my
address and he entered them in his cell contact details.

“
Thank
you once again, for doing this and for a lovely
evening.”

“
I'd like
to do it again. When can we get together?”

I switched to
work mode – the client and lawyer relationship I felt more
comfortable with. “Well I'm due to do some more work for you, so
when would you like to schedule that appointment?”

“
No,
forget that for now. It's you I want, not your legal
abilities.”

My stomach
churned with the strain of wanting and denying myself what I
wanted. “I've already said no, haven't I?” I said, a little
tartly.

He took hold of
my arm, and pulled me close to him, his other hand slipping around
my waist.

I had my case
in one hand, my jacket on my arm and my purse on the other―and no
more resistance left whatsoever, apparently.

“
For
God's sake, stop fighting yourself,” he growled.

I didn't get
the chance to argue, or even say another word, and I no longer
cared what happened afterward.

The whole
Sebastian was far too overwhelming. And I wanted to be
overwhelmed.

His mouth met
mine and I experienced the perfect softness of his lips. The
contrast of the sculpted facial hair bordering his mouth scratched
lightly at my skin, heightening the soft sensation. I sighed with
pure delight. Kissing Sebastian was bliss. I'd been thinking about
this. My mind had been going there quite often today, tasting and
feeling. I'd already imagined the softness and the warmth of his
kiss, he way he'd touch my lips with his and the deeply arousing
sensations they would elicit within me. But the reality was so much
better than I could ever have imagined.

He rubbed his
mouth against mine, slowly but firmly and insistently. A little
moan left my mouth as a wave of sensual pleasure began to roll
through me. He gave gorgeous a whole new meaning.

His feel,
his taste and scent and―
oh
Christ―
his hands were on my ass, and how I wanted
that. He tightened his grip on that part of my body and everything
tensed in the whole region. I was catching fire. Squashed against
him, hard up against his muscular body, I could feel everything,
including the hardness of his erection as it grew fast between us.
I broke into an instant sweat.

My case, my
purse and my jacket dropped on the floor, carelessly and noisily,
as I wound my arms around his neck.

My head
exploded as his tongue probed inside my mouth. He was possessive,
claiming me, pushing at my tongue with his, letting me know he was
in control. I didn't care. I liked it. No, it was a stronger
feeling than liked...I loved it. He could dominate me with his
tongue all he liked. I let myself explore his body. With a moan of
delight, my hand traveled down his muscular back and tentatively
down to his ass. My other hand moved up to his head, my fingers
seeking out his ears and the softness of his cropped hair. It felt
like the finest fur... velvety, satiny, silky... as my hand
smoothed over it. I scraped my nails through it and he groaned
against my mouth, making me flush all over in pleasure.

He deepened the
kiss and squeezed me so tightly to him, I could hardly breathe. His
hand was busy around my waist and ass, stroking, massaging and
pressing me against his arousal rhythmically, sending me up in a
sheet of flames. To my confusion, he suddenly pushed me away from
him for some reason. But then his action became clear as my skirt
slithered in a whisper to my ankles.

Our eyes met
and I gasped in shock at being exposed so fast.

A loud
voice inside me was saying
stop, stop...
don't let him do this
. But I wasn't listening, I was
no longer in control of myself.

“
I want
you, Manda,” he ground out in a hoarse voice, as he slammed my ass
to his hips. I shook with shock at the rock hard feel of his cock,
pressing into my stomach. My body wanted his more than I could
bear.

“
Oh God
,” I moaned. I felt faint with my
excitement, my breathing heavy, my heart pounding as my blood
rushed around me.

And then his
hands slipped inside the back of my panties, cupping my ass
possessively in his large, soft hands. I was already soaked with
excitement, and could feel the moisture gathering and pooling
further between my legs. This was fast approaching heaven and I
didn't care what, when, where or why.

Less than an
hour ago, I'd been concerned he might try it on and had persuaded
myself, pretty damn well, I wouldn't and couldn't let him do this.
Now I was praying to everything holy he would. My brain was strung
out by its sudden u-turn.

I had to
acknowledge the bare faced truth. I was desperate for this, and
him. More than desperate. He'd been blasting a path through my
defenses all day. Sebastian was lethal, and I couldn't fight
against him another second.

He massaged the
cheeks of my ass with his fingers and palms, so expertly and so
thoroughly, as his lips trailed scorched kisses up my neck.

I was lost,
submerging myself in him.

“
You like
that?” he whispered his question with heated breaths and little
licks at my ear.

Did I like it?
He could do it forever, that and whatever else.

“
I
love
it.”

The sound of
our harsh breathing filled the air of the large entryway.

Our eyes met as
his fingers slowly stroked up and down my ass and bare thighs. He
probed further inwards, between my legs, nearing the wet scrap of
fine, loose fabric which offered no barrier to his exploration.

I was about to
explode with desire. Heat rushed through me like a forest fire,
burning my skin with its intensity.

“
You want
me to touch you? There?”

“
Yes,” I
whimpered, and pleasure erupted at his first softly invasive touch,
as his fingers pressed themselves along the seam of my sex through
the silk of my panties.

“
Christ
, you're so wet,” he groaned, loudly
against my ear.

His tongue
swirled around my ear and another wave of heat blasted through my
sex. I felt lightheaded with pleasure as he stroked me, heated
desire saturated every cell of my body.

He kissed all
around my neck and up across my face as he stroked back and
forth.

“
Look at
me,” he demanded.

I stared into
his green pools, in heated anticipation...waiting...waiting for his
fingers to rub along the skin of my raw, wet desperation, which was
building rapidly between my thighs.

His fingers
slipped underneath the panties, and inside me in a smooth upward
movement, that took all the oxygen from my lungs in one huge
gasp.

Oh. My.
God.

“
Ahh
...” I groaned as my knees buckled. My eyes
started to close in reaction...

“
Keep
looking at me.” I forced my pleasure-drugged eyes open and stared,
my sight glassy and unfocused.

He pushed his
leg between mine, grinding himself into me as I leaned against him
and he probed me deeply from behind. Never before had I felt this
way, or done anything like this with someone I hardly knew. I was
wild for the sensation, for him and for what he was doing to me. I
widened my legs, letting his fist settle between them, inviting
much deeper penetration. My breathing was erratic, my heart
pounding out of my chest. Blood rushed through my head in a raging
flood, the sound gushing past my inner ears. I was hanging onto his
waistcoat with one hand, trying to keep upright―grasping, clutching
handfuls of his ass―desperately pushing myself downward, against
his moving hand. His eyes burned into mine, with such passion, I
stopped breathing. I wasn't drowning in those eyes of his, I was
being incinerated, burned to ash in a green inferno. Our fiery
connection was finally broken as he dipped his head, sucking at my
neck and ear, as he slid the hard ribs of his fingers in and out,
slowly.