Unmasked (Revealed #1) (16 page)

His free hand slid from my thigh to my bum, where he gripped tightly and tugged me forward so hard that there was not a scrap of space left between my groin and his thighs.

‘See? That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?’ Arrogant arse, but actually, he was dead wrong – admitting the way I felt about him
was
difficult, because if I fully accepted that I did have feelings for him, then I would be getting myself into all sorts of trouble when the time came to leave. I didn’t say any of that. Instead I merely moaned against his lips and dug my fingernails deeper into his shoulders.

Running a wet swipe of his tongue along my jawline and up to my ear he nuzzled the sensitive flesh before whispering in my ear, ‘And just so you know, the feeling is completely mutual. I want you, Allie, so much. I
need
you. Need to have you again.’

Vaguely, my brain latched on to his last words, and depressingly interpreted them as him merely wanting me for sex again, but even if that was all this turned out to be, I was way beyond the point of stopping now. If this was just sex, then so be it. I’d never done anything as reckless as have casual sex with a virtual stranger before, so sod it. Maybe this was just my time to catch up on missed life experiences. ‘Yes … take me again, Sean.’

Next to my ear, Sean let out a low, breathy chuckle that mixed with a grunt of approval. ‘I don’t usually make a habit of using dirty talk, but seeing as you started it, Allie, I’ll have to … tell me you want me. How did you describe it? A quick fuck? Say you want it, Allie,
tell me
.’ He was teasing me, using my own words against me, at the same time encouraging me by kissing behind my ear, making me shudder with pleasure and lean myself into his touch.

He was like water flowing over me; somehow his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Between my legs, on my breasts, smoothing over my back, tangling in my hair, running down my arms. God, he just blanketed me. I struggled to gauge where he was touching me in each distinct moment, because he was just
everywhere
.

The room dissolved and life faded away as my entire focus tuned in towards Sean. ‘I want you,’ I whispered longingly, my hands now copying his and unashamedly roving over his hard body. I hadn’t really had a chance last night, because I’d been pinned down at his mercy, but Sean certainly didn’t seem to have issues with me touching him now, because groans of pleasure left his lips as my fingers explored and acquainted myself with the firm muscles of his chest and back.

‘No. Say it, Allie. Like you did before. Say it.’ I knew what he meant, but I was so unused to using swear words, let alone dirty talk during sex, that my face flushed from the very thought of it. God, I was regretting yelling the accusation at him earlier.

‘Oh God, I want you to …’ I tried again, but the words just wouldn’t come out, it would sound so … sordid, so dirty. So good.

‘Say it, Allie, come on.’ His hips thrust against me and I groaned as I felt the hard warmth of his erection pressing against my abdomen through our clothing. I wanted this man so much it hurt.

Swallowing back my nerves, I buried my face in his neck to avoid his eyes and sucked in a lungful of his delicious smoky, spicy scent, finally feeling courageous enough to whisper the words he wanted to hear. ‘I want you to f … fuck me.’ In response, his hands gripped me tighter in keenness, making me feel even braver and pushing this to a whole new level by adding a further challenge. ‘Fuck me better than any man ever has …’ I added hoarsely in a moment of madness.

Sean let out a primitive growl at my dare as his lips claimed mine in a fiercely possessive kiss and he bucked his groin against me several times, our hip bones clashing almost painfully. His tongue delved into my mouth, well and truly dominating mine as his hands roamed around my clothing, skilfully loosening and removing as he went.

The undressing happened so quickly that I barely registered it, and then, before I knew it, I was naked and panting on the barstool with my leggings and knickers dangling from one foot and a very naked,
very
aroused Sean pressed between my spread thighs. He was clad in nothing but a condom, which he had hastily pulled from his pocket and donned a second ago before immediately continuing to kiss and caress my exposed flesh almost lovingly.

One of his hands danced across my skin, teasing my stomach, breasts, and ticklish ribs before dipping back between my legs and swirling around my clitoris with slick, swift circles. ‘Christ, girl, you’re so wet for me.’

My eyes rolled shut at his words as I smiled and simply gave myself over to the power he held over me. ‘Conveniently, this bar stool also appears to be the perfect height,’ he murmured against my lips as his hands settled on my bottom and began to massage the flesh, making my clit pulse needily.

I needn’t have asked what the stool was the perfect height for, as Sean gripped my buttocks harder and pulled me forwards in one swift drag to impale me on his waiting cock. Bloody hell. Once again I found myself letting out a cry of surprise at his sudden delicious intrusion, but the sound mingled in my throat into one of lusty desire as Sean ground himself against the little bundle of nerves that had been so desperate for attention.

‘OK, my gorgeous girl?’ he asked urgently as he paused with his shaft buried fully inside me. The concern in his tone was incredibly touching, but surprisingly, I found that his size was less painful this time. Still stretching me, but just in a pleasurable way that allowed me to feel every inch and twitch of him inside me.

‘I’m good.’ Rolling my head back I let out a long, breathy moan. ‘God, it’s so good, Sean,’ I panted, meaning every word. Perhaps I was just adjusting to him. That, and adjusting to the more regular usage, of course.

Withdrawing to the tip, I prepared for him to hammer home like he had the previous times, but instead, he reached up, cupped my jaw to bring my head up so our eyes met, and as he smoothed my sweat-dampened hair back from my face, he smoothly thrust his hips forwards to stroke his length back inside me almost lovingly.

This position was fantastic.
Fan-bloody-tastic
. Sean continued with his controlled movements and tapped my calf muscles to guide me to wrap my legs around him, which I did happily. Clenching my thighs around him only seemed to bring him even deeper within me. This position honestly felt like the most intimate we’d been yet. He seemed so deep inside me that he hit all the right spots with each gentle thrust, and my trembling G-spot was thanking the gods for the position Sean had chosen. As well as that, because we were facing each other I could look into his eyes as he claimed me, and see the mutual desire reflected right back in his blue depths.

This was some intense stuff. Surely this went beyond mere sex? Perhaps not for Sean, but I think it was fair to say that it certainly did for me. The intimacy of our liaison soon had me swelling towards a huge climax and as his movements became more furious and jerky, I came around him, crying out but managing to maintain our gaze as Sean continued to stare into my eyes and draw out my orgasm with his skilled movements.

In the past I’d often found that looking at my partner during sex was a bit embarrassing, and usually tried to avoid it at all costs, but Sean clearly had no such issues; he had barely broken eye contact once the entire time, and surprisingly, I’d loved the tenderness that it had created between us. In fact, I think the only time he closed his eyes was when he threw back his head to climax. He rammed himself inside me so forcefully that it sparked a second, smaller climax from me and had me whimpering and burying my face into his neck as my body quivered and the bar stool rocked from his fierce thrusts.

Unable to muster up the energy to move, I stayed where I was, clinging to him like a limpet, still on a high but starting to dread the inevitable moment where he would pull out and effectively dismiss me like he had the last times. Talk about a glutton for punishment. After his almost affectionate behaviour I had a sinking suspicion that cold behaviour from him now was going to hurt far more than it had before.

To my surprise, however, Sean nuzzled my neck and wrapped his arms around me humming contentedly below my ear. ‘Hold on tight, gorgeous girl,’ he murmured, causing me to frown in confusion, but comply immediately by wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging on. Then, with his impressively semi-hard erection still buried inside me, Sean gently lifted me from the stool, adjusted his grip so he was supporting my weight below my bum, and turned to carry me upstairs.

Every step he took with him buried inside of me caused my channel to pulse greedily around his thick cock, and by the time he had carried me to an unfamiliar bedroom – his, I assumed – he was groaning his approval into my hair and was rock hard again. With a low, amused-sounding curse he laid me down on the bed, gently pulled out of me with a slight wince, and set about pulling the soft covers up under my chin.

Flashing me a grin which looked far more genuine than the strange smirks I’d seen downstairs, he ruefully eyed his cock, which was now bobbing around hopefully, then disposed of the condom in a bin to his right with a low chuckle.

Dropping one hand onto the bed beside my head, he leaned over me and stared at me intently before grinning, dropping a short, swift kiss onto the tip of my nose, winking, and disappearing into the en-suite, leaving me watching his retreating arse in all its tight, clenched glory.

A wink
and
a grin? I was a lucky girl. And after its second appearance, I could confirm that
that
smile was definitely one hundred per cent genuine. It had been just as spectacular as I had imagined, and far surpassed the fake, arrogant ones he had been throwing at me downstairs before our interlude on the bar stool.

He hadn’t run away from me this time, which was both confusing and blooming brilliant – but what did it mean? After watching his retreat, I lay there for a few moments clutching the blankets beneath my chin and feeling completely confused by this turn of events, but also pleasantly surprised. Hearing running water I assumed he was cleaning himself up, and after a few seconds Sean reappeared with a washcloth in hand.

The washcloth was momentarily forgotten as I greedily soaked up the view of Sean striding back towards me stark naked and making no effort whatsoever to conceal his body or his impressively swinging manhood. My eyes were like pinballs, unashamedly roving across his beauty as I bit down on my lower lip to try and supress the swirling desire resurfacing within me. He was so close to perfection it was almost impossible for my brain to grasp, and clearly from his confident swagger and mild smirk, Sean was well aware of his flawlessness too.

Crawling into the bed beside me, Sean took a hold of the top of the duvet and began to drag the covers away from my body, causing me to yelp, squirm, and try to cover myself again. All the while, Sean merely laughed at me, ripped them from my hands, and swiftly began trying to part my legs with his big palms. Gasping at this sudden – and completely unexpected – onslaught, I clenched my thighs together and scrabbled for the sheets again to try and regain my dignity. If I actually
had
any dignity left where this man was concerned.

‘Stop squirming, woman,’ Sean grumbled with a chuckle as he once again tried to part my legs with the washcloth clutched in one hand and dragging its warm dampness across my thigh.

What was he doing? It was all very well exposing myself to him in the heat of the moment, but now I was lying spread-eagled in broad daylight and it was embarrassing. Really bloody embarrassing. I barely knew him and he was trying to do what, exactly? Wash me? How weird was that? I was perfectly capable of doing it myself.

Pushing myself upright, I shook my head, sending my hair flying around me in a tangle of blonde strands as a blush reddened my cheeks until I felt them burning. ‘I can do that,’ I muttered, trying to take the cloth from him, but he pulled it back away from me with a deep frown, looking genuinely put out. Squinting at me in apparent displeasure, I saw none of his earlier light-heartedness. Sean’s better mood apparently now a thing of the past.

‘Obviously you can. But I want to do it.’ Hmm. Did he think I was dirty or something? Perhaps he was worried that I might leak on his bed after our rampant bar stool liaison? Who knew? But it all seemed a bit strange to me. I’d certainly never had a partner try to clean me after sex before.

‘Why?’ I asked quietly, pulling the sheet under my chin as self-consciousness flooded my body and the flush from my cheeks spread down my neck.

Tilting his head, Sean observed me quietly for several seconds before leaning forward and placing an almost reverent kiss on my forehead. ‘Because I want to take care of you,’ he confessed in a barely audible whisper, before leaning back and looking at me nervously.

Oh
. Well, I suppose that was certainly better than thinking I was dirty. Gosh. He wanted to take care of me? I wasn’t entirely sure what to make of that, but inside my chest my heart certainly swelled a little.

Blinking several times, Sean finally let out a low sigh and dropped his head to his chest, his muscular shoulders slumping forwards for a few seconds, before he lifted his head and gazed at me with troubled eyes. ‘The last times that we …’ he paused, wincing, apparently unsure how to continue, ‘when I …
fuck
… I mean when we …’ His words trailed off as Sean sat back on his heels and ran a hand through his hair in apparent exasperation. ‘When we had sex before, I … I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did by leaving you afterwards. I was a total shit to you, Allie, and I’m so sorry. I want to make up for it by looking after you.’

My eyebrows were almost in my hairline after that speech. Wow. At least he recognised that his behaviour had upset me and seemed willing to apologise, even if that apology was rather unorthodox and involved washing me. Seeing the hopeful look in his wary, blue eyes I briefly chewed on my lower lip before letting out a breath, releasing the sheet and lying back on the bed in silent agreement. This was a little odd to me, so I was still tense at first, but when I heard his grumble of appreciation I relaxed as his warm palm gently encouraged me to open my legs for him. Throwing caution to the wind, I did, allowing them to splay open to Sean’s prying eyes and gentle touch.