Gramercy Nights (The Argo Press Trilogy Book 1) (13 page)

I blush, lowering my eyes. I hate that I’m so transparent, that I can’t hide a single emotion from Sebastian. It embarrasses me that he can get me this worked up with just a few casual caresses and his words.

“Don’t do that,” he says firmly.

“Do what?”

“Turn away from me when all I want is to see you.”

I nod even though I’m pretty sure Sebastian doesn’t want to see me. Not the real me. Even if he thinks he does.

“I’m serious, Danielle. I want to see you. Every inch of you. You’re beautiful. Stunning. Don’t hide because you’re embarrassed by the way you react to me.” His eyes burn into me as he speaks. “Do you have any idea of how much of a turn-on it is knowing that all I have to do is look at you and you’re ready?” Sebastian takes one of my hands in his, brushing it over the straining bulge in his pants. “This is what you do to me. I’m powerless when I’m with you.”

My lips fall open and I see desire flash across Sebastian’s eyes. He gives me a smug smile.

“There are so many things I want to do to you. With you. Do you have any idea?” he asks, dipping his head until his lips brush my neck. I gasp in surprise as his lips close around my earlobe, sucking it into his warm mouth. “I want to taste every inch of your fantastic little body,” he whispers seductively. “I want to take you in ways no one has ever had you.” His tongue darts along the sensitive line of my neck and I realize I’m clutching my champagne flute so tight I’m afraid it might shatter.

“But for now,” he leans back with a wicked smile, “a toast.” His lifts his glass as I stare at him, utterly bewildered. How this man can go from full-on seduction to calm and collected in the blink of an eye is beyond me.

“What are we toasting?” I finally manage.

Sebastian grins. “Very long limo rides.”

I burst out laughing, his unexpected words catching me completely off guard. “To very long limo rides,” I murmur, lifting my glass to my lips and taking a small sip.

He smiles and slowly but purposefully finds my thigh, his fingers inching up my leg. I glance nervously towards the front of the limo, aware that the driver can probably hear every word that’s being said.

“I can’t tell you how much I like the idea of having you trapped,” Sebastian whispers as his fingers brush along the tops of my stockings.

“Trapped?”

Sebastian’s laugh is deep and velvety and I swear I can feel it rippling through my chest. “Trapped. With nowhere to go.” His hand leaves my thigh long enough to run along my cheek with surprising tenderness. “You can’t run away from me now.”

“Sebastian.” His name is a plea as my eyes frantically return to the driver.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head desperately. His hand drops from my face and returns to my thigh, once again slipping beneath the fabric of my dress and I’m suddenly acutely aware that there’s nothing underneath, nothing separating him from my yearning pussy except a few inches. With tantalizing slowness, his fingers inch higher and I take a sip of my champagne, desperately trying to steady my nerves. My whole body is on fire and Sebastian is just getting started.

“Baby, spread your legs.”

I glance nervously between the driver and Sebastian.

“I’m serious, Danielle. Spread your legs for me. Let me feel just how turned on you are. Just how hot and wet and tight.”

I take one last look at the driver before letting my legs fall open, all the while Sebastian’s thumb idly strokes the sensitive bare flesh of my inner thigh. I can smell my arousal and know Sebastian can as well.

“Sebastian, please,” I beg, unsure if I’m begging him to stop or to continue, to feel his fingers trail higher until he’s touching my wet pussy. Outside, Lower Manhattan passes in a blur, but nothing matters except Sebastian’s touch. My sex clenches in frustration. When Sebastian’s fingers brush over my sex, I gasp, his touch electric, sending sparks of want through me.

I squeeze my eyes shut as he strokes my sex, his touch unhurried.

“You feel amazing,” he purrs, his fingers leaving my sex and I open my eyes and watch in shocked silence as he lifts his fingers to his lips, sucking me from his long elegant fingers. “And you taste ever better.”

“For the love of God, close the privacy screen,” I hiss, making Sebastian’s eyes sparkle.

“And here I was, beginning to think my little exhibitionist wanted our poor driver to watch me fuck her,” he says, chuckling before he reaches over and hits a button on the console next to him. Relief courses through me as the screen slowly lifts, cutting us off from the driver.

“I am
not
an exhibitionist.”

Sebastian lifts one eyebrow skeptically. “Are you so sure?”

I don’t have a chance to answer. Sebastian’s finger brushes my clit, making my whole body shudder. There’s just something about him that makes all my inhibitions fall away. I don’t know if it’s liberating or terrifying, but right now, I really don’t care. I reach a hand out to massage him through his pants and he lets out a low growl and sinks two fingers into my wet, aching pussy.

“God, your so tight,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “So wet. So ready.” And I am. I’m dripping. His thumb strums my clit as he penetrates me, making a thin sheen of sweat break out across my skin and I let my eyes flutter closed, focusing all my attention of Sebastian’s intimate touch. It feels amazing and I know it won’t be long until I come apart.

I groan in protest when Sebastian withdraws his fingers, making me yearn for more. “What are you…?”

“Take off your dress,” Sebastian cuts me off firmly. “I want to see all of you. Now.”

One look at the heat in Sebastian’s eyes and I wordlessly hand him my glass and reach behind me, pulling down the zipper and yanking the dress over my head. I toss it behind me and when I look back at Sebastian, he’s proudly fisting his cock and he doesn’t have to tell me what to do next. I drop soundlessly to my knees on the plush floor in front of him, my legs spread obscenely, the heels of my shoes digging into my ass.

“Danielle.” My name is like a prayer on his lips and I look up at him once last time, registering the desire in his eyes that mirrors everything I’m feeling. The want. The need. The raw passion. I lower my eyes to the magnificent cock standing proudly before me and lick my lips. Never in my life have I wanted to worship a man’s erection the way I do in this moment. My lips brush his sensitive head and I hear him suck in a breath.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans as my lips wrap around the velvety head of his cock and I run my tongue along the length of him, tasting him, savoring every hard inch of him. I feel him twitch in response as I run my teeth playfully along him. He grips my hair, pulling me closer.

I lose myself in the low moans of his pleasure, in the way his hips buck to meet me. I relax my throat, focusing all my attention on taking him deeper until my nose is pressed into his ink black pubic hair, a newfound sense of power coursing through me as Sebastian lets out a feral groan. His hold on my hair tightens as his control wanes and I can feel his cock spasming as it pounds into my mouth, his hips arching off the seat.

“Sir, we’ve arrived.”

My eyes widen in surprise, but Sebastian keeps a firm hand on head, holding me in place with his cock buried deep in my mouth as I struggle to breathe through my nose, struggle to accommodate his hard length.

He exhales sharply, trying to steady himself. “Drive around the block.” I can hear the strain in his voice as he addresses the driver through the intercom. “Don’t stop,” he commands. One hand leaves my hair and dips into my bra, finding my erect nipple and pinching it. I gasp and Sebastian pushes himself even deeper.

“I’m going to come,” he gasps and I dig my nails into the leather seat on either side of him, bobbing my head faster, wanting nothing more than to taste him when he erupts, sucking and licking until he can no longer control himself. He spasms and stills momentarily, and then I feel it, the thick bursts of cum hitting the back of my throat again and again, and I swallow, trying to catch it all.

When I look up, Sebastian’s eyes are closed and he’s leaning back, breathing heavily. I don’t move, content just to watch him in this unguarded moment. Finally, he blinks, looking down at me, his expression a heady mix of awe and contentment as he takes me in.

“You’re something else,” he sighs, pulling me onto his lap and holding me tight against his chest, his rapid heartbeat pounding in my ears. Strong fingers cup my chin, bringing my lips to his, and he kisses me with barely restrained passion, like he’s trying to thank me but words aren’t enough.

He pulls back and I stare into his dilated pupils. “I can taste myself on you,” he says, sighing. “You have no idea what that does to me. What you do to me.”

His fingers brush against my dripping sex, finding me wet and eager. “Did it turn you on knowing how much I loved fucking your mouth?”

I nod, my mouth suddenly dry. He chuckles, his fingers leaving my sex, and I’m left panting for more. He lifts his fingers to his lips, eyes never leaving mine, and I watch as he sucks them one at a time. His lips curl into a sly smile. “I’m tempted to make you wait,” he whispers, chuckling when my mouth drops open in protest. “But that seems cruel, especially when you’ve been such a good girl.”

Sebastian pulls me in for one last passionate kiss before sliding me off his lap and releasing me. He sinks to his haunches, and I can see the playful twinkle in his beautiful green eyes as he gazes up at me.

He parts my legs with his hands, opening me for him. My sex is hot and throbbing with need. I want him. Need him. Need this. His eyes flutter closed as he inhales deeply, a faint smile crossing his lips. “You really do smell divine,” he whispers before lowering his head to my waiting pussy. “I can’t wait to hear you scream.”

Chapter Sixteen

My legs tremble as Sebastian leans down and helps me from the limo.

“Shall we?” he asks, offering me his arm. His chivalrous behavior is so at odds with the man who just minutes before had his face buried between my thighs. I can’t help but grin as we ascend the steps to the museum.

Tonight, the Metropolitan Museum of Art is closed to the public. Before every new exhibit, the museum invites the donors for a private viewing and reception, a small thank you for supporting them. And of course, Sebastian donates generously to the museum.

I stare up at the mammoth building in front of us. The last time I was here was with mom right after I was accepted to NYU. It was one of those perfect early spring days when you’ve been itching for winter to end and finally you’re able to go outside. We spent the morning wandering the Met before going downtown and eating lunch at a cafe on Bleecker. I was only eighteen, but mom ordered me a glass of champagne, and I remember the way she looked at me, proud and sad at the same time, and said, “Baby girl, don’t you ever give up on your dreams.”

From the way she said it, I knew she was thinking about my father and all the dreams she abandoned to be with him. Mom was in graduate school when she got pregnant with me and when my father suggested they move to Long Island because that was where he was able to find work, she’d agreed, leaving academia behind her. The rest is history.

Sebastian pauses at the door, frowning. “Where’d you go?”

“Sorry, it’s nothing,” I say, trying to shake off the memories threatening to knock me on my ass. But somehow, Sebastian is able to see right through me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking about the last time I came here. With my mom,” I say with a shrug, hoping Sebastian won’t ask any more questions. Not now. I don’t want to think about that right now. I just want to enjoy tonight. Want to enjoy being in Sebastian’s company. The unreality of it all.

His eyes narrow on my face, but thankfully he doesn’t ask why that memory would make me sad. Instead, he lifts my hand to his lips, kissing my palm.

“I’m really happy you agreed to see me tonight,” he whispers softly.

“Me, too,” I admit.

With that, he takes my arm, leading me up the grand staircase to the second floor. All around us are attractive middle-aged couples, the men wearing sober suits, the women dressed in elegant cocktail dresses and sky-high heels, and it’s clear just looking at them that they all come from money. This is Sebastian’s world, not mine, but for tonight, I want to belong here.

“If I hadn’t promised you a night out,” Sebastian whispers, “I would have turned the car around and taken you back to the loft and fucked you until you couldn’t stand.”

My chest constricts in delicious anticipation. “You didn’t have to take me out.”

There’s just a tinge of sadness in Sebastian’s face when he answers. “I wanted to.”

As we step into the crowded room, everyone turns. Standing next to Sebastian is like being in the spotlight. He has that sort of commanding presence and you can’t help but look at him, can’t help but notice his grace and masculine beauty. But if Sebastian notices their attention, he shows no sign of it. The museum is opening a temporary exhibit of paintings by Paul Signac, the French impressionist painter who helped develop pointillism along with Georges Seurat. The collection is on loan from a museum in Europe.

Until this moment, I’d always thought I liked both impressionism and pointillism, but Signac’s reliance on pastels, blues, pinks, lavenders, doesn’t exactly do it for me and I can’t help but think his paintings look like sunrises in the most unsatisfying way.