Chapter 25 #2
But after the night she’d had—after the edging I’d put her through—I wanted to be buried deep inside her when she finally exploded, so I turned it off, and she sagged back against me.
“Ready,” Quinn managed through a tight throat.
“Nice wedding, Chels. You and Gary deserve each other.”
“It’s Barry!” she yelled after our retreating forms, but I couldn’t be bothered to even offer a wave, in too much of a hurry to get my wife…somewhere. Anywhere . Just as long as I could be inside her.
“Where are we going?” Quinn asked, breathless, her hand gripping mine as she kept up with my long strides.
“We’re finding an empty hallway or bathroom or coat closet or whatever the fuck. I’m not picky.”
“For what?”
“You know what.” I pressed her hand to the front of my pants, letting her feel exactly what she did to me. “After watching you all night, and then that ? There’s no goddamn way I’m waiting.”
“We can’t have sex here,” she said, though her voice lacked any firmness. She wanted this just as badly as I did.
“Don’t tell me I can’t fuck my wife wherever I goddamn want.
Not after I’ve been tormenting both of us all night.
Not after you walked away from that douchebag at the bar.
Not after you told Chelsea off. And not after I watched you do it all while wearing my ring.
So pick someplace, wife, because I can’t wait another minute to be inside you. ”
We turned the corner into a darkened hallway, and she came to a sudden stop before spinning to face me.
“Here,” she said.
The music from the reception hall carried to us, growing louder every once in a while when someone opened the door before quieting again.
We were no longer in the main walkway, but we were still out in the open.
Still near enough to the party that someone could walk by at any moment and see exactly what we were doing.
But I was too far gone to care.
I reached down and gripped her ass, tugging her up against me. “Wrap those gorgeous legs around me, kitten. This first one is gonna be quick, just to take the edge off. Then when we get home, I’m going to spend an hour with my face buried in your pussy and see how many times I can make you come.”
“After what you’ve put me through tonight, you better.”
I grinned and undid the fly of my pants, pinning her against the wall as I kissed my way up her neck. “Tell me how much you loved our new toy.”
“I hate it,” she said, her fingers fumbling as she tried to undo the buttons on my shirt before she groaned out a frustrated huff and yanked the sides apart, sending a button flying. “Need to feel you.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside her. “You need this bad, don’t you, kitten?”
“Yes.”
“You think you can take me with it still in you?”
“ Yes .”
My cock twitched at the thought…how tight she’d be like this, and I needed to get inside her or this was going to be over before it even started.
I reached under her skirt and groaned when I found her soaked panties. “Oh, fuck me. Fuck me , how are you so goddamn wet? These panties are ruined, aren’t they, baby?” I slid them to the side and pressed the toy against her clit as I thrust two fingers inside her.
“Oh God,” she said, her head falling back to the wall, eyes fluttering closed. “Only because someone thought it was a good idea to tease me for three fucking hours.”
“But it felt so good, didn’t it?”
She bit her lip, glaring at me with her horny murder eyes and refusing to admit just how much she loved it.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to make it feel even better because we’re done waiting.” I slipped my fingers from her and pulled out my dick, notching myself at her entrance. “I need to fuck you.”
“Yes. Now .” Her voice was breathy, need laced in each word, and all my self-control evaporated.
Without waiting another second, I sank deep inside her, groaning at how tight she was. How fucking wet. She was ready for me, all swollen with need, her cunt already pulsing around my cock.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, eyes wide and locked on mine.
“You had me hard all fucking night, kitten.” I gripped her ass in my palms, my hips slapping against hers with each punishing thrust. I couldn’t keep this gentle or sweet or slow.
Not now. Not after everything that had happened tonight.
“Watching you fight off your orgasm. Knowing how bad you needed to come. But I wasn’t going to let you until you had my cock inside you. Not until I could fill you up.”
“ Ford .” She delved her fingers into my hair, pressing our foreheads together as she panted against my mouth.
“Don’t even care that someone could find us. Someone could walk around that corner right now, but I don’t fucking care. Let them see me give my wife exactly what she needs.”
She slid her gaze toward the open end of the hallway, her fingers tightening in my hair and her pussy clenching even harder around me.
“You love that, don’t you? Love the idea of someone finding you getting fucked against a wall. All because you made your husband so wild with need, he couldn’t wait to have you. Couldn’t wait to be buried in your perfect cunt. You feel how much I want you? How hard you make me?”
Quinn whimpered into my mouth, her lips parted, eyes glazed as she clung to me and nodded.
“My wife needs to come, doesn’t she?”
“Oh God, yes. Please, Ford. Please .”
I groaned low in my throat, barely hanging on when her pussy was rippling around me and she was begging me to make her come.
“Then do it, wife. Come all over my cock so I can fill up this pussy.” I slipped my hand into my pocket and pressed the button on the remote, the sudden vibration making us both groan. And that was all it took.
She moaned my name, her eyes rolling back as she came around me and took me with her. I captured her lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth as I spilled myself inside her, the overwhelming urge to say those three little words nearly choking me.
Instead, I swallowed them down and whispered how beautiful she was, how much I loved feeling her around me, what a good girl she was when she came for me. All the while hoping she could hear every underlying word I didn’t say. The ones I couldn’t say aloud.
Not yet.
Not when we were supposed to be temporary.
Not when this wasn’t ever supposed to be real.
Not when I had no idea if she felt the same.