21. Amorette
AMORETTE
T his time with a gentler touch, he ran his hands down her sides, halfway down her thighs, before bringing them back up to cup her breasts.
The sheer, naked pleasure on her face was open for anyone to see.
I flushed as I darted my gaze to the workers running back and forth. A few sent glances up to where they were, though most didn’t care at all, if they even realized what he was doing in the dim background.
What was he going to do?
I had an idea, but he wouldn’t do that. Not in public like that…
But, hell, what did I know? I certainly didn’t know him.
Parker buried his face in her hair, the tilt of his smile just visible, and she shivered. Did he say something to her?
Did she want this?
One hand trailed down her stomach, pushing under the band of her shorts. The cords in his forearm started to flex as his hand moved beneath the stretchy material.
Fuck , I was burning up. Tiny droplets of sweat beaded at the back of my neck while tingles attacked the top of my head down to the tips of my toes as I watched them move together.
She bit her bottom lip and turned her face up for a kiss, but he pulled back to avoid her. When she realized he wouldn’t kiss her, she dropped her head onto his chest and ground her ass against him.
I shifted my legs together to quiet the sudden pulsing and raised my hands like I was going to touch the glass. Shit. I couldn’t do that. My palms were sweaty, and I’d leave wet smudges.
“Keep going,” Grey murmured as he pressed his back to mine, catching my hands and locking them to the glass.
I stiffened, panic quickly descending over my lust-addled brain.
“Shhh… I won’t hurt you.” He didn’t make any other movements, waiting for my next cue.
An unbidden image of Randall’s ugly face popped up, but I forced it out. He didn’t get this. He didn’t get to color every sexual interaction I had for the rest of my life. I needed to make this choice for myself. I decided if I wanted to move forward or pull the breaks. Not a ghost. Not a memory.
I forced my body to relax, pressing back against his hard stomach just enough to signal I was okay. That maybe I wanted to know what he wanted to do.
“Wher—”
“They just left. Didn’t you hear them leave? Or were you too into the show to pay attention?” Grey tutted. “No matter what, you can’t let your guard down, mamí . That’s dangerous,” he whispered as he dragged his nose up my cheek.
I tried to draw in a breath, but it stuttered in my lungs as I tried to pull my hands away and only ended up grinding his hard dick into my back.
“Hmm. I should have known Parker would fuck around while he was here.”
Oh shit. He caught me watching Parker. I tried to push back, but he kept me trapped in the cage of his arms.
He lowered his face until his cheek pressed against mine. Goosebumps rippled over my forearms and down my legs.
“Watch.” And we did. Parker cupped and squeezed and pleasured the girl. The glass was soundproof, but from the way her mouth and throat were working, she vocalized her enjoyment very well.
Heat pooled in my stomach and I ground my own ass into Grey, mirroring the girl, before I caught myself.
Grey’s nearness as we did something forbidden excited me in a way I’d never experienced.
It was heady and dark. His rich woodsy scent enveloped me, invading my senses until he was the only thing that mattered.
I craved his next move.
“This is his thing, you know? His kink.” Grey’s husky voice had my eyelids fluttering shut.
“He loves fucking in public. The more dangerous, the hotter it gets him. One time, he got a blowjob under the table while our father berated us. If he had found out, that could have been Parker’s head.
” He removed one of his hands to spread across my stomach, and then he moved lower and lower until his pinkie was so, so close to my clit.
And what did I do?
I left my fucking hand on the glass, and I stopped breathing. I wanted this. I wanted him .
“Do-does sh-she want that? She’s not—” Words were hard. I was torn between being turned-on so fucking hard and abhorred that this was like the warehouse.
“No, this isn’t one of the galleries. All the women here are employed and can walk away anytime they want,” he whispered, spreading his legs and adjusting behind me so his body lined up better with mine.
Not perfectly, since he was too tall, but definitely closer.
Then he pulled his other hand off mine and cupped my breast, squeezing just the way Parker was handling the girl.
I moaned, and wetness seeped between my legs.
How long had it been since I’d been touched this way? Since I’d felt the heat of desire so much, it threatened to incinerate me from the inside out. “So,” I sucked in a breath as he rucked my dress up enough to slip his hand beneath the clingy material, “many girls approached him.”
“Mhm,” Grey hummed against the crown of my head as he slid his fingers through my folds, gathering some of my wetness to circle my clit with masterful skill.
“Parker’s known for his…particular predilections.
And he’s young, attractive, and high enough in the Institution to draw these women in like flies to honey.
They all want a taste of what he can offer. Does it look like she’s unwilling?”
At that exact moment, the girl’s knees gave out, and if he hadn’t banded an arm just under her breasts, she would have collapsed on the floor.
“No, she looks very, very eager to be in his arms.”
“Are you eager to be in mine?”
When Parker steadied the girl, he pressed a hand to the middle of her back to bend her over. Behind me, Grey did the same. Arching my back and tipping me forward until my face nearly touched the glass.
“Can they see us?” I gasped as his large hand smoothed over my ass.
“No, it’s a one-way glass. Tell me, Amorette, do you want to be here with me?” The smile in his voice taunted me. He knew I’d have fought to get away if I didn’t want this moment to forget everything except for how his touch made me feel.
The bastard was going to make me say it.
Gritting my teeth, I pushed my ass back against his hand and slid my hands down, leaving sweaty streaks against the fogging glass.
Parker peeled the girl's shorts down.
Grey gripped the sides of my dress at the hips and slowly slid the material up to reveal my ass, the cool air raising goosebumps over my exposed skin.
“The words, Amorette.” His voice took on a steely note.
“Or I stop, and I’ll lock you in the conference room where you can take care of yourself.
But…” He cupped the outsides of my upper thighs as he molded himself to my back.
“It won’t be nearly as good as what I can make you feel.
You might come, though it will be an empty, sad moment of satisfaction. ”
I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head away from his words that were stripping me bare in a different way.
“Do you want this? Do you want me?” He nuzzled the tender, delicate spot under my ear.
Shit. I wanted this, but I didn’t want to tell him. It picked at my pride to tell my captor I wanted him this way.
Then the bastard dropped his hands and started to back away.
“Fuck. Fucking fine! Yes. I want this. I want just a moment to escape. Does that make you happy?” I spit at him, the burn in my cheeks extending to the tips of my ears.
“Extremely, mamí . Extremely,” he murmured, using one hand to gather my dress on the middle of my back as his other went to exactly where I needed it most.
One finger circled my entrance, then pushed inside. The invasion had me biting my lip, until he pulled out and massaged my clit.
“Fuck,” I bit out. That wasn’t where I wanted him.
His dark chuckle slid over my heated skin like warm, melted honey. “You want more, don’t you, mamí ? Are you aching to be filled up?”
I cursed him again. But he didn’t make me wait. That one finger turned into two, and he pumped them inside me with just enough of a twist that his thumb bumped against my swollen nub.
Vaguely, I recognized his rhythm matched Parker’s as he fucked the girl bent over for him.
Grey pushed his hand up my torso, loosening the tie so he could palm my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers then pinching.
“Ouch!” I yipped.
“These tits, mamí , I knew they’d fill my hand like this. You’re so small, so tiny, but fuck, you have nice tits,” he mumbled to himself.
Parker started to pick up his pace, and Grey mimicked him, his hand slapping against my pussy and his fingers rubbing against my G-spot.
My legs started to shake, and I curled my fingers as I neared the peak that was coming up fast. I whimpered and whined, enjoying the slight bite of pain but hating it at the same time.
Grey leaned down and caught the meaty part of my shoulder with sharp teeth, then chuckled under his breath when I bucked against him.
“Mmm. You love that, don’t you? You want just enough pain to enhance the pleasure. You’re not little love at all, are you?”
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t even think from all the feral emotions whipping around inside me. There was no concept of who or where I was as I chased that elusive high that was almost within my grasp.
“You are my wicked love,” he said against the column of my neck, then bit down hard enough to leave a mark. I yelled again, then groaned.
It was happening; the quaking and shaking were the precursors of the explosion waiting to detonate.
“I can feel you. You’re there.” He thrust his fingers harder against me, then planted them as he ground his thumb rhythmically against my clit.
That was all it took. I sobbed my relief as wave after wave of hot, sweet release swept over me.
Tingles pricked over my skin, leaving trails of both fire and ice.
When I started to come down, Grey held me to his chest as he smoothed gentle touches over the sensitive hood, pulling shiver after body-wracking shiver from me.
He laid wet kisses up my neck and across my jaw as I caught my breath.