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Sebastian
As if his cock wasn’t hard enough. Dear, Lord, this woman drove him insane in the best possible way. It was all he could do to take a step away from her. What with her tight shirt and painted-on jeans, he could barely keep his tongue in his mouth as it was.
But he had thought about this a lot. He wanted to make the night as perfect as possible, and as bad as he wanted to fuck her right now, he knew better.
“I do. I really do.” He growled, grabbing onto her hands. “But let’s save that for later.” He kissed her knuckles. “Okay?”
She looked a little baffled but nodded in agreement. “Okay.”
“Good.” He motioned his head toward the sofa. “Come on, we have to get this pesky jazz lesson out of the way.”
She pulled a cute face and whined. “Do we have to?”
He laughed, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked with laughter as he tossed her down on the sofa. Good God, the way she bounced made him want to dive at her. “Stay there,” he instructed with a serious tone. “I’ll be right back.”
She pouted but stayed, and he went into the kitchen to grab the food he had managed to have delivered before she showed up. He presented her with an array of Chicago’s finest. BBQ, deep-dish pizza, and Chicago Dogs.
Her eyes widened and she laughed when she saw the spread.
“You said smorgasbord,” he told her as he set it out in front of her.
“No, you did,” she corrected. “But this is amazing, thank you.”
“I always deliver on my promises.” He drew an arched eyebrow from her with his lowered tone. “What would you like to drink? I don’t have any alcohol, but I have soda and iced tea.”
“Soda,” she answered definitively. “Absolutely.”
“What kind?” He had gone out and bought six different kinds to make sure he had something she would like. He was doing his best to ignore what that might mean, as he had never done anything like that before.
“Surprise me.” She opened the pizza box with hungry eyes.
Unable to make a decision, he grabbed a few choices and set them on the coffee table in front of her. She was already biting into a piece of pizza by the time he got back. He loved the fact that she wasn’t embarrassed to eat or too concerned about eating healthy. Most of the women he had dated ate like crickets.
“Sorry,” she apologized after taking the bite, covering her mouth with embarrassment. “I wanted to eat it while it was hot.”
“Oh, don’t apologize, I’m just glad you like the food.”
“Oh my god,” she moaned. “This is so good. You did amazing.”
He let out an exaggerated breath and sat on the couch next to her, taking his own piece of pizza. “I’m so glad,” he told her as he sat back.
They ate quietly for a few minutes and it surprised him how warm his apartment felt with her in it. The whole atmosphere changed. It felt like home.
Unable to process that thought, he pulled out his phone. “All right, are you ready to start lesson two?”
She stopped mid-bite and gave him a flirtatious look. Dropping the pizza from her mouth, she said, “I was thinking maybe we could skip to the third lesson.”
Fuck. His cock hardened in an instant and he had to squeeze his toes to keep from jumping on top of her. He cleared his throat. “While that is the best sentence I’ve heard anyone say in a very long time, I do have an important job to do here.”
She pouted a little. “Trying to save jazz’s feelings from a harmless violinist doesn’t seem that important.”
Christ, he just wanted to kiss her sassy mouth and make her come with his fingers right then and there. Instead he swallowed. “It is to me. Consider it a crusade of sorts.”
She shook her head. “All right, teach.” She waved her hand out at his enormous sound system. “Thrill me.”
Jesus. He looked at her hungrily, heating up the room at least twenty degrees; she really had no idea what she did to him when she spoke like that. “That, beautiful, will have to wait for lesson three, I’m afraid. But I promise, when we get to it, I will thrill you like you’ve never been thrilled before.”
Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned a high shade of pink. For once, she was speechless.
It took him a moment to find the playlist he had spent hours curating for this lesson. Though his primary aim had been to get her in his bed, he really did want to win her over to jazz.
He knew he might end up dying on that cross, but as long as he got a taste of her first, he would accept that fate.
“All right, we’re about to start a journey with Sonny Rollins—my original sax hero—and move through about three decades of jazz music from funk to abstract. We’ll end with some Thelonious Monk and quintessential Miles Davis.”
“Okay.” She was clearly unaffected by any of the names he dropped. She just kept happily eating her pizza. She was so cute, it physically hurt.
He fired up his phone and let the swinging cool sounds of Sonny Rollins’s “Without a Song” fill his apartment. He sat back and moved closer to her so their shoulders were touching a little.
She swallowed a bite of pizza and smiled shyly at him before turning her attention to the music. “Tell me about this one.” She met his eyes, leaning into him a little more.
She felt good next to him, looking up at him with genuine interest. Most of his adult life women would fake interest in his music to get his attention. But not Maelie, she flat-out told him she hated jazz, but here she was, still willing to listen to him talk about it.
“My dad bought me this album when I decided I wanted to play tenor.” He could feel himself smile at the memory. “And I literally could not stop playing it. I think my mom threatened to throw my speakers out before I relented.”
“I can relate.” She smiled, and then added, “Your dad sounds amazing.”
“He was.” He felt an old sadness consume him for a moment. “He passed when I was nine.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She put a hand gently on his shoulder. “I had no idea.”
He grinned. “You couldn’t have,” he told her. “And thank you. It’s amazing how little memories like that can bring him back to life. I’m just grateful for the love of music he gave me. Without him, I’d be like my brothers.”
“Brothers?” she asked, leaning her head on his shoulder. “What are they like?”
“Boring,” he answered, making her giggle.
That was a sound he could definitely get used to.
He snuggled even closer to her and didn’t mind in the least when their hands twined together as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He told her a little bit more about his brothers and then restarted her jazz lesson.
He took her on a guided lesson from Sonny Rollins through thirty years of change ending with John Coltrane, Thelonious Monk, and Miles Davis. She listened to him as he told her stories with each piece, asking questions and voicing her likes and dislikes.
“I really didn’t like those last two,” she told him honestly, lifting her head off his shoulder where she had kept it throughout their lesson.
“Most people don’t,” he admitted, rubbing his thumb over the fingers that she curled in his hand. “But I think it’s because they don’t have the background needed to appreciate it. Monk was all about playing with color. Not in a visual sense, but like a painting for your ears. He was creating an experience.”
“Davis on the other hand was trying to push boundaries, make people think about music and structure in a completely different way. Both were groundbreaking in their own right. But they are an acquired taste.”
“That’s for sure,” she answered quietly, then added, “but I can appreciate the artistry that went into it.”
Finally. That was all he needed. He smiled down at her and kissed her lips softly, slowly, deepening it by infinitesimal degrees until she was so weak to his touch that she seemed to dissolve into the cushions of the sofa.
He pulled away from her, already dizzy from the contact. “About that third lesson.”
She grinned, her eyes hazy with desire. “It’s about damn time, teach.”
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Maelie
Maelie yelped and giggled as Seb slung her over his shoulder and carried her to his bedroom. The minute he set her down on the bed he covered her with his body. She grabbed at him as he kissed her, gasping from relief. She had been waiting hours for this moment. He felt so solid, so strong, so sinful, she could barely breathe.
As his mouth trailed down her neck, she arched back, feeling as if she were flying. He was hungry for her, licking, biting, tasting all of her until she was moaning from desire.
In a few quick moves, he had her shirt off and flung it across the room remarking, “We won’t be needing that for a very long time.”
Her bra was not far behind.
The only light in the room was from the skyline of Chicago, and it lent an ethereal glow to her skin. She felt exposed as she sat there in front of him, bare from the waist up.
He gazed down at her with eyes she couldn’t read in the dark and felt compelled to cover her chest with her arms.
“No, you don’t.” He stopped her hands and put them down by her side. “I just want to look at you.” His voice was hoarse and full of emotion. “You are so goddamn gorgeous.”
He traced one single finger from her neck, around the curve of her breast, before running his thumb over her taut nipple. She sighed in pleasure and felt the whole room spin as he knelt in front of her and drew the same bud into his mouth.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, which must have encouraged him because he doubled his efforts, teasing her free breast with his other hand. His tongue was so practiced, so confident she was sure she had never felt so much pleasure in one moment.
“Up,” he ordered after losing himself with her breasts for several delirious minutes.
She did what he asked. She would do anything he wanted at this moment.
He let out a growl of appreciation as she stood. “Seriously, Mae, you are fucking perfect.”
She reddened in the dark and reached out to pull his shirt off, only to have her hands swatted away. “Not yet.” He gently grabbed the button on her jeans and tugged her closer. “I have some other ideas you might be interested in.”
Barely able to string two thoughts together, she simply nodded, and he laid her back on the bed so he could pull her jeans from her body. She was naked before him in a head-spinning flash.
She stared at him with wide eyes as he slid her bottom forward on the bed until she was balanced on the very edge. She sat up on her elbows. What was he going to do to her? She tried to vocalize a question, but it wouldn’t form. She could only watch with wide eyes.
“Don’t worry.” His tone softened, sensing her stress. “All you need to do is lay back and relax. It’s time for lesson number three.”
Oh, dear God, he wasn’t going to ... She let out a squeal of pleasure.
He. Did.
The moment his strong fingers spread her thighs; his tongue met her clit. She almost came instantly, and he growled with hunger and dove deep for more. When he slid a finger inside of her, her entire body arched off the bed, and she couldn’t help but scream at the sinful combination of his mouth and hands.
It only took a few moments to make her come, and once she floated back down the bed, he grinned at her. “I’m going to go for another.” His voice was dark and so full of lust that she thought she might just come again without his help.
True to his words, he tasted her again and she came hard a second time, her entire body shaking and shivering with pure pleasure. She was completely out of breath and bright lights shot across her vision. She had never felt so much ecstasy in her life. It took several minutes for the room to stop spinning.
He stood from her with a look of pride and pulled off his T-shirt. She ached to help him but could scarcely move. Instead, she watched him, struggling for breath, as he slowly revealed his godlike body. He was lean and strong. His broad shoulders tapered deliciously to his waist and his tattoos spread across his chest like colorful ivy. Good God, this man. He couldn’t be real.
She watched him, utterly enthralled, as he finished undressing, rolled on a condom, and walked toward her with his cock full and heavy. As he drew his hand up her inner thigh, she trembled.
“Mae.” His eyes glittered in the darkness, his voice was velvety. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.” He moved his hands slowly up her thighs, painfully slow until he had parted her with his fingers.
She moaned with need as he ran his thumb slowly across her pleasure center. She was desperate to have him inside of her. And as if he could read her mind, he pulled his hand away, leaned down to kiss her softly, positioned his cock at her opening, and began entering her slowly.
“Oh, God, Mae,” he growled. “You feel so fucking good.”
The delicious pain of stretching for him made her mad with desire. Suddenly she couldn’t get enough of him. She pulled at his strong shoulders and pushed her hips up hungrily to get him to enter her fully. He obliged, filling her to the hilt, and she let out a cry of pleasure that echoed around the room.
“Oh, God,” she breathed when he started a slow, sultry rhythm. It was pure ecstasy; unlike anything she had ever felt before. He dipped his head down and kissed her languidly as he moved inside her, bringing her need to an even higher pitch.
She scraped at the rock-hard muscles of his back and gasped for air when he began to increase his rhythm. Her whole body felt like a coiled spring, and as he plunged ever deeper inside of her, she exploded into orgasm, her entire body taut before breaking into a thousand delicious tremors that slowly ebbed, one by one, until she crumpled onto the bed, completely weak.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered in her ear, still inside her. “I love watching you come.”
Mae shivered as his warm breath fanned across her neck, and felt her need build again out of nowhere. Where was it coming from? It was like he had lit an inextinguishable fire in her.
Sensing it, he started his rhythm again and Mae met him stroke for stroke, reveling in the feeling of his muscles going taut, the pure bliss on his face, before he let out an animal-like growl and came inside her.
He collapsed on her, lazily kissing her lips, her neck, any skin he could touch while he caught his breath. “Jesus,” he breathed, touching his forehead to hers. His skin was shiny with sweat when he dipped his mouth to hers and kissed her softly. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”
She reached up and ran a hand through his hair, something she had wanted to do that since the day she met him. Having that privilege was profound. “I could say the same about you,” she told him, searching his eyes.
They were full of emotion: tenderness, astonishment, and a touch of confusion. She recognized it as the same battle raging in her.