Page 80 of Savage Elites

My gaze raked over the erection straining through the cotton of his underwear, taking in the protruding veins, its mouthwateringly bulbous head, and the patch of wetness expanding through the fabric.

A breath huffed out from between my lips. “When are you going to cum for me, Sebastian?”

He stepped out of his pants and placed both hands on his hips. “Are you going to give me anything to work with?”

A smile curved my lips. “That depends.”

“On?”

My gaze dropped down to his boxers. “Whether you’re all talk.”

“Take off your coat, then. I feel like a wanker standing in front of you half-naked and hard as fuck.”

I took off my coat, unbuttoned my blazer, and let both garments fall to the wooden floor. Sebastian’s gaze fell straight to my breasts. My nipples had tightened so much with arousal, they protruded through my bra and the cotton of my shirt.

“Very nice.” He licked his lips. “But I need to see more to cum without touching myself.”

The pulse between my legs pounded, and all sensible thoughts evaporated with the heat of his gaze. My skirt came off next, and then my thick, winter tights.

He blew out a long breath. “Did I tell you how much I love your legs? They’re so shapely. Turn around, so I can see you from behind.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. Ashley had always made disparaging comments about the size of my ass and made me feel like it was too big for my waist. But Sebastian’s interest was unambiguous, and it seemed to grow another inch in length and girth.

I turned around and glanced at him over my shoulder.

Sebastian clapped a hand to his temple. “I don’t know where to look. You’re killing me with that expression!”

A tingle of excitement rushed from my core to my heart, and the corners of my lips lifted into a smile. I unfastened the buttons of my white shirt and sent out a word of thanks that I was wearing one of my bras that didn’t look like hammocks.

Sebastian’s nostrils flared, and his chest rose and fell with the kind of intensity that made me worry about his heart. I was excited, too, but I didn’t look like I’d just hopped off the treadmill.

Still with my back turned to Sebastian, I pulled my shirt off my shoulders. His eyes bulged, and his gaze raked over my exposed back.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said through panting breaths.

Sebastian had seen me in various states of undress and up close during the bed baths, but I’d never displayed myself to him like this before. Or to anyone. Any insecurities I had about my body melted away.

What did it matter if mean girls disparaged me for not being tall and thin? The world was full of different shapes, and none was more valid than the other, although Sebastian seemed to be crazy about mine. The tension I usually carried around my chest loosened, lightening my heart with a newfound confidence.

With hands that trembled, I reached behind my back, unfastened my bra and peeled it off my front.

“T-turn around,” he rasped. “P-please.”

“What will happen if I do?”

Sebastian chuckled. “I might just cum.”

My gaze traveled down his muscled torso to his cloth-covered erection. “Show me.”

Sebastian gently maneuvered the waistband of his boxer-briefs over his jawbreakingly large penis and pulled the underwear down over his hips.

I let out a sigh that was one part amazement and two parts longing. Leopold had used his fingers on me, which had been mind-blowing, but What would Sebastian’s dick feel like, stretching me open and sliding in and out?

The silly challenge no longer mattered. I wanted him. Now.

Turning to face Sebastian, I uncrossed my arms. His gaze dropped down to my nipples, and his erect penis bobbed up and down. A stream of warm fluid shot out from his slit and hit me on the right nipple.

I sucked in a shocked breath and locked my gaze on the contracting organ. “Sebastian, you’re—”