The One I Want – A Sexy Tale

We are running late. Rachel took another twenty minutes to decide what to wear, and then our taxi was late, and by the time we get to the restaurant, everyone else is already there, seated around a long table, huge pink and white balloons informing the entire restaurant that Rachel is 27 today. Her mum and dad, seated beside one another, along with her younger sister Bethany.

And then there’s Seb. All confidence, long limbs and defined muscles. Christ, I can barely walk straight as we make out way over, led by the waiter. He’s talking to Bethany as we approach, but the sound of our heels on the tiled floor captures his attention and he turns, eyes crinkled as he smiles at the sight of his sister. The smile drops, however, the moment his eyes lock onto mine. He swallows heavily, taking his time to look me up and down with his smouldering green eyes.

It’s no secret that I’ve never, ever, worn anything quite as tight or revealing as this dress before, but my quickening heartbeat tells me it’s worth it to see the reaction it seems to be having on Seb.

‘Jules,’ he says softly, getting up to kiss me on the cheek, the feel of his lips giving me goose bumps, ‘fucking fantastic dress,’ he murmurs, low enough so only I hear it. It’s so close to my ear, his breath soft against my neck. I try not to imagine his lips right there, pressing down a searing kiss. There is a hot sensation pooling in my belly, and I can’t believe I’m turned on.

He’s already turned to Rachel, and kisses her cheek as well. ‘Happy birthday, sprout.’

‘Thanks,’ she says, rolling her eyes as she takes a seat at the head of the table. The only other seat is next to Bethany, opposite Seb. His eyes never leave me as I lower myself down into the chair, a slow, sexy smile curving his lips.

‘Can’t believe it - you’re all grown up,’ he says, talking to Rachel, but his eyes flicker back to me repeatedly and I can’t help feeling he’s seeing me in a whole new light. His gaze saturates me, drowning me in hot pinpricks of desire.

Halfway through the meal, I feel his foot press against the inside of my ankle. I look up and notice he is watching, gauging my reaction. I try to hide my smile. Tantalizingly slowly, he runs his foot up the length of my lower leg, grinning triumphantly as the breath hitches in my throat.

One of his eyebrows rises, as if questioning. He’s asking if this is OK, if I want this. I have no idea how to tell him just how long I’ve waited. Instead, I decide to return the favour, slipping my heel off my foot and gliding it up his leg, watching as he flushes ever so slightly, his eyes heavy and wanting.

This is so inappropriate, here in the middle of the restaurant with his family and my best friend, but I’m drenched and just being in his presence is heady, intoxicating. I need to stop this now, before we get carried away.

‘Where are you heading now?’ Rachel’s mum asks once the bill is paid.

‘Jules and I are going dancing,’ Rachel tells her, pulling her coat on. ‘We thought we might check out The Vault, a couple of the girls are going to meet us there,’ she says.

I watch as Seb scratches the back of his neck, the cords of his muscles showing under his sleeve as he does so. I bite my lip. He notices, and grins, sending a fluttering through my chest.

‘Great,’ he says to Rachel, ‘I’ll walk with you, I’m meeting Ritchie and Alex there.’

Rachel pouts, unimpressed. ‘No chance - you think I want my big brother looming over me while I’m in a nightclub? No, thank you.’

I silently curse Rachel. That’s exactly what I want Seb to be doing, looming over me, preferably completely naked, his skin slick and damp against mine. I want him pressing down against the most tender part of my body, rocking me into ecstasy as I bite down on his shoulder to stop myself from crying out.

‘Not drinking?’ I shout over the thumping bass of the music, strobe lighting creating harsh, sharp lines across Seb’s gorgeous face.

He shakes his head, taking a sip of his water. ‘Nah, not since her fourth shot,’ he says, nodding to where Rachel is completely wasted, dancing wildly across the sticky, laminated floor with our friend Ana amongst the crush of other clubbers. ‘Somebody has to get you girls home,’ he says, leaning against the bar.

I’ve tried to stay away from Seb for most of the night, I really have. For the sake of my sanity, and my friendship with Rachel. But it’s nearly impossible when all I want to do is drag him into one of the toilet stalls and have my way with him. I’m not sure where this confidence has come from, perhaps it’s the black dress or the way he is looking at me like he wants to lick me from head to toe, but I don’t think I can’t hold back any longer.

‘I’ve told you how unbelievably gorgeous you look in that dress, right?’ he says, leaning close so I can hear him over the music. I move in even closer, breathing in the potent smell of his cologne.

‘It doesn’t hurt to tell me again,’ I say, looking up at him through my lashes. His gaze is hungry, wanting. His hand sneaks around my waist, his fingers gripping at my hip. They feel so powerful, and I go weak thinking about all the things they could do to me, unravel me and break me apart piece by piece.

‘How are you the same Jules I caught sneaking a glance at me all those years ago?’ he murmurs, still so close, and I start, flushed and startled by this revelation.

‘What?’ I play dumb.

‘Did you think I didn’t know? While I was in the shower,’ he says. ‘I saw you, standing in the doorway, watching me.’ He leans so close, our lips are a breath away. His eyes are locked onto mine, focused and in control. He’s enjoying this, teasing me, watching me squirm. His hand slides, lower, cupping my behind, gripping it tightly. I gasp and cling to his elbow involuntarily, nails digging in.

‘Jules!’

We spring apart, both sporting guilty expressions as Rachel stumbles over, a huge smile plastered across her face. ‘Best birthday, EVER!’ she screeches, throwing her arms around our necks and pulling us back in for a group hug. It means that mine and Seb’s faces are once again in dangerously close proximity, our noses even brush for a moment, and I wonder frantically if I’ve actually forgotten how to breathe.

‘But,’ Rachel whispers, her eyes drooping, ‘I feel awful dizzy. Bit wobbly,’ she hiccups, stumbling again in her heels.

Seb throws her arm over his shoulder. ‘Right, come on you two, I’ll get you home,’ he said, the facade of big brother once again firmly in place.

The ride home is laced with unspoken tension, Rachel and I in the back seat, Seb catching my eye continuously in the rear view mirror. I’m surprised when I notice we are at Rachel’s house first.

‘Get her inside, then I’ll give you a lift back to yours,’ he says, his voice low and commanding. I like how it sounds, butterflies pummelling the sides of my stomach.

‘Yes, sir,’ I say, smiling flirtatiously. This is bad - Seb and I alone in a car together after the flirtatiously fuelled evening we’ve been tiptoeing through.

I’m practically holding my breath as he starts the engine. I don’t live very far, a ten-minute drive at most, but the tension between us tugs on time to make it feel like an eternity. Seb brings the car to a halt in front of my apartment building. Neither of us move. I realise we are standing at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the water, wondering whether to jump when we know there is no way back up if we do.

‘Did you ever touch yourself?’ he asks finally, his low voice breaking the silence.

I don’t bother pretending not to know what he is talking about. The shower. The memory of him, wet and naked. ‘Yes.’

‘How often?’

‘All the time. I still do,’ I say.

In a flurry of movement, as if talking is no longer enough, we scramble towards one another, hands in each other’s hair, lips crushed against one another in a searing kiss I know is going to somehow imprint itself on my mouth forever, unforgettable. He pulls me across the car into his lap, my legs straddling his hips, and in one swift movement he pushes the seat back so we have more room. His fingers grip at my bare thighs, running their way up my legs until they are under the fabric of my dress, inching it up.

‘Jesus Christ, Jules, you’re going to unravel me,’ he groans as I rock against his cock, already hard underneath his jeans. His head is thrown back against the headrest, and I lean down to nip at the exposed sensitive skin of his neck. I press a slow, sultry kiss on his jaw as my hand sneaks under his shirt, feeling the tightness of his stomach as he freezes, watching me with wide eyes.

‘Why have we never done this before?’ he murmurs, pulling me close for another electrifying kiss. Tongues touch, ever so slightly, hinting at more to come, and I feel a little unravelled myself. Parts of me are being pulled apart by this man and his touch, the way he reaches between my legs and hooks my underwear with a single finger, moving it to one side as he runs his thumb against my clit, causing me to shudder with unexpected pleasure.

‘I have no idea,’ I breathe, reaching between us to unbuckle his belt and snap open his jeans, revealing just exactly how turned on he is for me right now. It’s empowering, this control I suddenly wield, and as I lower myself down over his member, the breath he sucks in as desire ripples between us, is a sound I’ll never forget. It’s orgasmic.

His hands grip at my behind, rocking me against him in slow lazy movements, savouring the moment. I’m not sure if we will ever talk of this night once this over and we’ve returned to reality, and I want to savour the feel of him inside me, his arms around me, cocooning my body with his.

The car is steamed up from our heavy, panting breaths, the low moans we both emit as we grow closer to a climax. Our movements become more frantic, more demanding. My nails grip into his shoulders, something he seems to like, and he’s pulling me towards him in desperate, yearning thrusts, his hips pushing up into me as he presses his mouth to mine.

I can feel the ecstasy building like a pool in my belly, threatening to overflow as Seb returns a hand to my clit, pressing rough circles against the small tender bud while he continues to press into me. I call out his name in broken shards, too overcome with a shuddering bolt of white hot pleasure to focus on my words. He in turn groans in my ear, the sound of my name echoing around the car as his thrusts get quicker and quicker.

I’m so close. My thighs tense and I clutch at him, crying out as my orgasm rolls through me, bursts of bliss popping across my skin like stars. My vision goes white, euphoric. I feel his own release a few seconds later, his fist punching the roof of the car as he finishes, his body shuddering its way through.

Then there is just the sound of silence, punctuated with our ragged breathing. Neither of us move, unsure if the spell will break when we do.

‘Holy shit,’ he says. Green eyes meet mine. They are wide, shimmering with astonishment. ‘Where the hell did that come from?’

I let out a shaky laugh. ‘Damned if I know.’

‘Jules…’ he starts, but I’ve clambered off him, already missing the feel of him, putting some distance between us as I adjust my dress back down my leg and search for my bag. ‘Jules.’ He says again.

I look at him. ‘Yes?’

I wait, but he has no answer. Instead, he smiles wryly, and I wish I knew what he was thinking. I lean across the car and press a chaste kiss on his mouth, relishing the taste of him before I jump out of the car and make my way up the steps to my apartment. I hear the sound of the car’s engine as he leaves.

We leapt off the cliff, I realise, making my way to the front door. But we have yet to hit the water.

Written by Diana Fell.

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