Only for You (27 page)

“Your eyes are going to kill me.” He backed up slightly, extracting his cock from the sweet, warm haven of her mouth. The slick head bumped against her lips.

“Polish the head with your tongue.” She glanced down to target him before she slicked her tongue across the swollen crest. He grasped the throbbing shaft, adding friction to her pressing tongue by pushing his cock against her. “Now, look at me again,” he demanded, his voice harsher than he’d intended. Her wide-eyed gaze rose to his face again while she continued to polish him. She was so lovely and generous. If she had any idea of the things he wanted to do to her at that moment, she’d probably run for the woods.

No
. Not Gia, he admitted to himself as he reinserted his cock into her mouth and proceeded to debauch her sweetness.

Gia didn’t run from much of anything.

*   *   *

She didn’t know what had gotten into him, but Seth was a lit fuse during those tense, electrical moments while she knelt before him and he took his pleasure unapologetically. It took only minutes before he was coming fiercely in her mouth, giving himself completely. His blatant, honest expression of his need, the wild beast breaking free of its restraints, aroused her immensely. His manner mystified her, too, although she wasn’t complaining. Not in the least. His intensity of need aroused her more than she expected. He was typically more controlled in the early stages of lust. He enjoyed building not only her pleasure but also his until they reached combustible levels.

She sucked and swallowed repeatedly as he came, eager to consume the evidence of his unchecked desire. There were ample amounts of it, that much was certain. Had it been her lingerie that had turned him into a single raw, throbbing nerve?

She didn’t think so, Gia realized dazedly as she cleaned his cock with her tongue, and his low grunts of satiation rained down upon her. There was a tension in him that seemed to surpass the merely sexual, although it had certainly found a conduit for release in lust. One thing was certain, she thought as she touched his rock-hard thighs, inserting his cock into her mouth for one last, thorough sucking.

The tension hadn’t fully evaporated, even with his powerful orgasm.

A frisson of excitement and anxiety went through her when he bent to help her rise from the kitchen floor. His expression was rigid as he pulled her against him and dropped small, hot kisses along her jaw and neck.

What sort of emotional brew created this degree of friction in him?

And did she
really
want to know the answer to that question?

Gia remembered on that first night they had met years ago, she had naïvely called him “simmering” out loud. The descriptor had never fit more aptly than it did tonight. After his fierce display of need, Seth seemed subdued, but only by comparison to that flash explosion of feral lust. His intensity and broodiness remained.

Despite his odd mood, he helped her on with her robe and assisted her in preparing the rest of the dinner. Gia had set the dining room table earlier with china, wineglasses and some candelabra she’d discovered in a cabinet. Once the steaks were ready and the rest of the food was on the table, she lit the candles, casting the comfortable dining room in a romantic, golden glow.

“Thank you for doing all this,” Seth said as he sliced his steak a moment later. He took a bite and shot her an appreciative glance, giving her a small smile as he chewed.

Gia grinned back, taking a bite of her own steak
. Whew
. Relief swept through her. She’d cooked them perfectly.

“Do you want to tell me what that was all about in there?” she asked nonchalantly as she took a bite of salad.

His chewing slowed. He glanced into the kitchen to the spot where she’d just gone down on him with gusto and loved every second of it. Something sparked in his golden eyes.

“Do you really need an explanation?” he rasped, taking a swallow of ice water. “You look like sin walking in that getup.”

“You like it then?” She smiled smugly as she tore apart a slice of Sherona’s multigrain bread.

His gaze narrowed on her. “What do you think?” he rasped dryly. He speared another piece of steak with his fork, watching her distractedly. “I’d like to see it again.”

She paused with her fork in midair.
“Now?”

He nodded, a glint in his eyes.

“Okay,” she replied slowly, her low voice vibrating with excitement. She untied the silk robe and drew it off her shoulders, letting the material fall in a pool around her naked hips. Her heart started to drum against her breastbone as she watched Seth’s gaze sink over her. She shifted restlessly in her chair. She was sitting at a candlelit dinner with a very sexy man, and she was essentially naked.

More than naked.

“Push back your hair,” he said.

She pulled the strands that fell over her chest to her back. Highly aware of Seth’s palpable stare, she arched her spine slightly, sending her breasts into further pronouncement. He paused in his chewing, his slightly bulging eyes making her worry for a second that he had choked on something. He took a swift swig of water and resumed eating, his stare returning to her unerringly, however.

The lingerie made her feel like she was on display, she realized. She admittedly liked the feeling of power it gave her. She liked giving
Seth
that hot, rabid look in his eyes.

Arousal spiked through her as she witnessed his rising lust. He took a bite of his potato, never removing his hot stare from her nipples where they protruded over the edge of the lace shelf bra.

“Touch your nipples,” he said gruffly.

She dropped her fork, reaching for her nipples with both hands. She touched herself for him, but she had to admit, it felt good. His unwavering stare seemed to mix with the pleasure of her touch, optimizing the sensation. Her nipples grew stiff and beaded between her rubbing fingertips. Seth just watched her, eating his meal distractedly.

“Pinch them,” he directed hoarsely.

She did what he asked. His jaw clenched hard.

“That’s enough. Go ahead and eat. You’ll need your strength.”

She picked up her fork and regarded him in the candlelight. She thought she looked calm outwardly, but her heart was racing. The tension in him tonight both thrilled and intimidated her. It had excited her so much to have him use her for his pleasure there in the kitchen. Maybe she should be ashamed for wanting to do it again, but that didn’t make it any less true.

“Tell me what you thought about when you packed that lace-and-air costume,” he said. “Did you think about this? Did you think about parading around in front of me as a form of torture?”

“Of course not,” she chastised, taking a bite of steak. He raised his eyebrows expectantly and she sighed, recognizing his nonverbal command to answer his question. “You told me not to bring any girly clothes. I thought . . . what if things did heat up between us? They had in the past. Of course, I didn’t really believe anything would happen. It was just wishful thinking, at the time. I warned myself they wouldn’t. I reminded myself that you weren’t interested, and that I wasn’t going to go chasing after a man who didn’t want me.”

“How could you have thought I wouldn’t be interested, after that night we spent together? I took you like an animal, over and over.”

“And I loved it,” she replied quietly.

Her nipples prickled when his gaze sank to her breasts again. Liquid warmth surged at her core. It seemed impossible for him to stop visually devouring her.

“In some corner of my brain, I thought that if we did end up getting physical, I’d like to have something pretty and sexy to wear for you.” She leaned forward slightly, showing off her breasts to him at a new angle, smiling when his eyes widened. “I wanted to seduce you,” she whispered dramatically.

“
That’s
not a seduction,” Seth replied grimly, setting down his fork and reaching for her. She gasped softly when he pinched a nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger. “That’s like blasting a guy to bits with some kind of sex-ray gun or something. God, you’re soft,” he said almost as an afterthought under his breath, as his fingertips swept over the top swell of her breast. He dropped his hand and stared at his plate for a second like he didn’t know what it was.

“Eat,” he said under his breath, picking up his own fork with determination.

She laughed softly and obeyed. “I wasn’t imagining my candlelit dinner to be so . . . perfunctory.”

“Then you shouldn’t have put on that,” he said grimly, nodding at her exposed nipples. He suddenly shoved his fork down impatiently on his plate with a loud clattering sound. “Who am I kidding? Move your chair toward me. Show me your pussy.”

A frisson of excitement went through her at his hard, determined manner. She scooted her chair around the corner of the table.

“Open your legs,” he demanded. She parted her thighs, letting him look his fill. Her clit twanged in excitement as his stare fixed on her. She was glad she’d started shaving. It made her feel exposed and very sexy. With Seth it did, anyway.

“Run your fingers between the lips.” He groaned roughly when she did as he asked. “You’re wet. I can see your juices on your fingers,” he mumbled, transfixed on her pussy.

She moaned, her excitement mounting. It felt good, touching herself in front of him. She rubbed her slick clit firmly, watching him closely, fascinated. His gaze flickered to her face.

“You’re an exhibitionist, Gia Harris,” he said. Her fingers faltered. From the tone of his voice, she couldn’t tell if he’d meant it as a compliment or not.

“Don’t stop,” he said, picking up his fork. “Rub your little pussy. Put on a show for me.”

She did it, mostly because she found that she couldn’t stop. It felt very naughty to sit there and masturbate while Seth mechanically ate his meal and watched her like a hawk. Her own appetite for food had fled. She thrived on Seth’s hot, focused attention.

Her hand moved more quickly between her thighs. She moaned shakily. He set down his fork.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he said abruptly.

“Not
allowed
?” she panted, her heavy eyelids flickering open at that ultimatum. Seth gave her a small smile.

“You heard me,” he said with a pointed look.

Her chin went up. She dipped a finger from her other hand between the slippery folds of her sex. She traced her nipple with it, moistening the erect crest. His gaze grew fierce.

“Don’t test me, Gia.”

She thrust her breasts higher in the air, pinching at the damp nipple, glorying in the effect she was clearly having on him. She gave him a defiant look, taunting the beast. Loving it.

“Don’t look at me like that, little girl,” he breathed out ominously.

“Why not? What are you going to do?”

“You
know
what I’m going to do. You know because you’re asking for it, clear as day,” he replied grimly.

She rubbed both nipples at once. Her eyes went wide when he rose from his chair with breathtaking speed. He loomed over her, sliding his hand beneath her thighs. Suddenly, she was airborne. He looked as hard and untouchable as her wooden sculpture as he carried her down the hallway to the bedroom, his stride so long and rapid, it was like they were flying.

Her heart was threatening to leap through her skin by the time he set her down next to the bed. She just watched him warily, knowing what was coming, dreading and craving it at once. It would have helped if she’d known what to expect.

But she’d never been spanked before. Would it hurt?

Seth walked past her toward the bathroom. When he returned, he carried the purple vibrator and the bottle of lubricant. His expression was as fierce and intimidating as ever. She had a wild urge to run, which she stilled with effort. He sat at the edge of the bed, fully clothed, and set the vibrator and lubricant next to his hip. He put his hands out for her in calm expectation.

“You’re going to spank me?” she asked shakily, thinking it was best to clarify.

“For starters.” She swallowed anxiously. “It’s been my fantasy to spank you and restrain you, then to take you hard . . . make you know you’re mine and no other’s.”

Her heart pounded in the thick silence that followed, his voice resounding in her head. Had he really said that? He always turned her world upside down when he was honest about his desire. “But of course, it’s up to you. Just say no if you don’t want the same thing, and we’ll stop now.”

She nodded, her mouth too dry to speak, and stepped toward him. She gave him her hand.

“Lay across my lap,” he instructed.

She felt a little awkward coming down over his thighs. He guided her, though, with words and his touch. When she was finally settled, the lower curve of her breasts pressed to the side of his thigh and her bottom was draped over the edge of his other thigh. She could feel his cock pressing against her upper belly. She lay her cheek next to the mattress and watched him in the row of mirrors.

He stared down at her as he ran his hand along her ribs, hip and buttock, making her shiver in anticipatory pleasure. He cupped an ass cheek and she stiffened.

“Two years ago, I would have sworn you’d never been spanked before. That’s still true, isn’t it?” he asked. She watched in the mirror as he slipped his long forefinger beneath the white garter on her ass cheek and caressed her skin beneath the strap, up and down, up and down. Her clit pinched in arousal.

“Yes. I don’t think I’d ever let anyone but—”

“Me?”

“You,” she admitted, shooting him a stubborn, anxious glance in the mirror. Why did he have to make her say it? He was watching her in the reflection and noticed. He gave her a small smile and rubbed her bottom with his big, warm hand. Her heartbeat redoubled.

“I’m in a mood,” he said, staring at his hand on her ass. “This will probably sting.”

“You’re in a mood? Really?” she feigned innocence, and then rolled her eyes.

“But I don’t want your first time to be too trying,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken. He picked up the vibrator from the bed and flipped the top on the lubricant. She watched, her breath stuck in her lungs as he rubbed a thin layer of the sheer liquid onto the metallic tube. He put out his hand. “Here. I want you to vibrate your clit while I punish you. I won’t have a spanking be paired in your mind merely with pain.”

Her mouth fell open in disbelief. Arousal. Feeling a little overwhelmed, she reached for the lubricated vibe. Pushing herself up with one hand, she tucked her arm beneath her body before she settled again in his lap. It was a little awkward. She wriggled around to adjust herself to a comfortable position, finally settling her arm at the side of her body next to Seth’s taut belly. She felt his cock leap against his jeans as she writhed in his lap. Aroused by the sensation, she prolonged things.

Until he cracked her ass with his palm, that is.

She went still in shock, her eyes springing wide, the electrical popping noise of skin against skin replaying in her head like a gunshot. He’d slapped her ass playfully before, but this was a more precise, stinging stroke. Her butt cheek tingled and burned. What’s more, she had seen his reflection in the mirror as he did it—first his dark frown as she wiggled around in his lap, then the decisive, quick rise and fall of his hand.

He needn’t have applied the lubricant. Things were very wet between her thighs.

“Turn on the vibrator,” he said, resting his hand again on her ass, just above where he’d spanked her. She pushed the little metallic tube between her labia and flipped the switch. She moaned, squirming her hips slightly against the buzzing pressure. Seth’s cock jumped again next to her skin. His hand rose and fell again in quick succession, landing several slaps on her ass.