Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Calina
Maxim devours me like a starving man who has finally been given permission to feast.
His mouth crashes down on mine again, hungry and demanding, tongue stroking deep as if he’s trying to claim every inch of me.
I moan into the kiss, my hands fisting in his shirt, careful of his injury, as he presses me harder against the counter.
His hands are everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, palming my breasts through the thin fabric of the dress.
He breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin until I’m gasping.
“You’ve been taunting me all night in this fucking dress,” he growls against my throat. “Parading that perfect body around, knowing I can’t bend you over and fuck you in front of all those bastards.”
I whimper, heat flooding between my legs. He yanks one strap of the dress down, exposing my breast, and immediately latches onto my nipple, sucking hard before grazing it with his teeth.
One thing I've come to observe, Maxim is obsessed with my breasts.
Pleasure shoots straight to my core. I arch into his mouth, one hand buried in his hair, holding him there as he lavishes attention on my breasts, switching from one to the other, sucking and licking until I’m panting and trembling.
He drops to his knees in front of me, eyes dark with lust as he looks up. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing the dress higher and higher, until it bunches around my waist.
“No panties,” he groans, voice rough.
“The dress doesn't allow for any.”
“You’ve been walking around all night with this pretty pussy bare under that dress? Fuck, Calina… you’re going to be the death of me.”
He grabs my thighs, spreads them wide, and drags me to the very edge of the counter. The first stroke of his tongue against my soaked folds rips a broken moan from my throat. My head falls back against the mirror with a soft thud.
He eats me like he’s been dying for it, long, slow licks from my entrance to my clit, then circling the swollen bud with the flat of his tongue.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on me fill the restroom.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” he growls against my pussy, the vibration making me shudder. “I’ve been thinking about burying my tongue in this tight little cunt all day. Dreaming about how sweet you’d be when you come on my face.”
He pushes two thick fingers inside me without warning. I cry out, clenching around him. He pumps them slowly at first, curling them just right while his tongue flicks relentlessly over my clit.
“Oh God… Maxim—” I moan, hips bucking against his mouth. The pleasure is building fast, overwhelming. My thighs start to shake around his head.
He doesn’t stop. He sucks my clit into his mouth, fingers thrusting deeper, faster, until my entire body is vibrating.
The orgasm crashes over me so hard I see stars. I come with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure rip through me.
He keeps licking, sucking, fingering me through the orgasm and straight into another, pushing me higher until I’m shaking uncontrollably, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the intensity.
“Please—” I beg, voice broken. “Maxim, please… I can’t—”
He finally pulls back, lips shiny with my arousal, eyes burning as he looks up at me. His voice is rough, and filthy.
“You’ll take everything I give you tonight, Calina.”
I’m whimpering, barely coherent, my body hypersensitive and trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasms he’s already pulled from me. Every nerve feels raw, alive, burning.
“Please…” The word slips out broken and needy as he kisses my oversensitive pussy again. I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore.
He pulls back just enough to look up at me, lips shiny with my arousal, eyes dark with lust. “What are you begging for, Calina? Tell me.”
I can barely think. “You… I want you. Please, Maxim… fuck me.”
He groans, the sound vibrating against my thigh. “It’s your first time, baby. Are you sure?”
“I don’t care,” I gasp, fingers tightening in his hair. “I need you inside me. Right now.”
He stands, lifting me off the counter, bringing me closer to its edge. His eyes never leave mine as he frees himself from his trousers. The thick, hard length of his cock presses against my entrance.
He's really huge. And veiny.
“Breathe for me,” he murmurs, voice rough as he slowly pushes in.
The stretch is intense. A sting makes me gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. He pauses halfway, forehead pressed to mine.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, kissing me softly. “So fucking tight for me. Relax, baby. Let me in.”
I breathe through it, focusing on his voice, on the way he’s looking at me. Inch by inch, he sinks deeper until he’s fully seated inside me, buried to the hilt. The fullness is overwhelming. I feel him everywhere.
“Fuck,” he groans, voice strained. “You feel so good. So perfect around my cock.”
He starts moving, slow, careful thrusts at first, letting me adjust. The pain fades quickly, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that builds with every stroke. I moan, pulling his hair, legs tightening around him as he fucks me against the mirror.
“That’s it,” he growls, voice filthy against my ear. “Take my cock like a good girl. You’re so wet for me, dripping down my balls. This tight little pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes…” I cry out, nodding frantically, lost in the sensation.
He lifts me off the counter, my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me to the wall, pressing my back against the cool surface.
He picks up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. His hand slips between us, rubbing tight circles on my clit.
“You look so fucking pretty when I fuck you. Tell me.”
“I'm…pretty…” I whimper.
“Say it again,” he growls.
“I'm pretty.” I feel so empowered saying these words and hearing him say them.
“I'm so fucking proud of you. Come for me again,” he demands. “I need you to come again, baby.”
I shatter with a broken cry, my orgasm crashing over me so hard my vision whites out. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it.
“That was so good baby. One more,” he growls, voice strained. “Give me one more, baby.”
I shake my head, legs trembling, body oversensitive. “I can’t—”
“Yes you can. Come on my cock like the good little wife you’re going to be.”
He resumes teasing my clit and soon I'm pushed over the edge again. I come with a sob, clenching around him so tightly it drags him over with me.
“Fuck— Calina—” He buries his face in my neck, biting down as he thrusts deep one last time and comes hard, filling me with hot pulses of his release.
The sound he makes, a raw, possessive groan of my name, sends another shiver through me.
We stay like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies locked together. His forehead rests against mine, as he kisses me languidly now, slow and deep, like he’s savoring every second.
His lips tug gently at my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. I melt against him, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under my palms.
We kiss for what feels like forever, slow, wet, breathless kisses that make my head spin.
When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine, searching my eyes. His voice is rough, almost reverent. “How are you feeling?”
I nod, a small, dazed smile tugging at my lips. “Great.”
He kisses me again, slower this time, like he really can’t get enough. Then he carries me back to the counter without ever breaking the kiss.
He sets me down gently, then reaches for some tissue, carefully cleaning between my thighs with tenderness. His touch is gentle, almost worshipful, as he wipes away the evidence of what we just did.
I watch him, heart fluttering. He helps rearrange my hair, tucking stray strands back into place with careful fingers. I reach up and wipe the smudged lipstick from the corner of his mouth, my thumb lingering on his bottom lip.
When I turn to the mirror to fix my makeup, I barely recognize myself. My lips are swollen, my cheeks flushed, my eyes bright and hazy. I look thoroughly fucked.
We step out of the restroom together. Only then does it hit me fully, we just had sex in a public bathroom at a Society event. Anyone could have walked in. And in that moment, I hadn’t cared at all. I had been too lost in him.
I just lost my virginity in a restroom at a Society event. And I don’t regret a single second of it.
Now, as we walk back toward the main hall, I feel his cum slowly dripping down my inner thigh. I press my legs together, trying to hide it, but Maxim notices.
A wicked smirk curves his lips as he leans down, his hand sliding discreetly to smack my ass.
“Let it drip,” he murmurs against my ear. “I want you walking around with my cum running down your legs.”
His filthy words send another pulse of arousal through me. A few days ago, I was insisting I would never sleep with him, even after marriage. And now here I am, barely engaged, freshly fucked in a bathroom, walking around with his release still inside me… and wanting more.
Word for the wise, make sure you don't end up alone with a man you're attracted to, in a bathroom. Just saying.
As we walk back to our table, I feel every single eye in the room on us.
I wonder if anyone can tell what we just did. If they can see it on my face, in the way I walk a little more carefully, in the possessive hand Maxim keeps on my lower back. In my swollen lips and red cheeks.
I decide I don’t care. If they want to judge me, that’s their problem.
When we reach our table, one of the younger women, the one sitting beside the loud, misogynistic man from earlier, catches my eye and gives me a discreet, conspiratorial smile.
She leans in slightly as I sit and whispers, “You go, girl.”
I can’t help the small, surprised smile that breaks across my face.
The conversation around the table resumes, but I can barely focus. Maxim’s hand rests on my thigh under the table.
Every few minutes, I feel another slow trickle of his release sliding down my inner thigh. I press my legs together, trying to contain it, but that only makes it worse.
Maxim leans close, his breath hot against my ear. “You feel my cum dripping out of your tight little pussy, don’t you?”
I bite my lip hard, nodding slightly. My face burns.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Keep it inside you. I want you sitting here full of me while these bastards talk.”
His hand slides higher under the table, pushing the fabric of my dress up my thigh. I tense as his fingers find my soaked pussy.
He pushes a thick finger inside me, slowly fucking his cum back into my pussy while we sit at a table full of powerful men.
I grip the edge of the table, trying to keep my expression neutral. He curls his fingers just right, stroking that sensitive spot inside me while his thumb circles my swollen clit.
The pleasure is overwhelming. My breathing turns shallow. I’m so close—
And then he pulls his fingers out.
I nearly whimper in frustration.
He does it again and again. Teasing me. Edging me. Pushing me right to the brink only to stop just before I fall over.
Every time I get close, he slows down or pulls away completely, leaving me panting and aching.
One of the other women across the table gives me a concerned look. “Are you alright, dear? You look a little flushed.”
“I’m fine,” I manage, voice slightly strained. “Just… warm in here.”
Maxim’s lips brush my ear again. “You’re soaking my fingers, baby. So fucking wet for me. I can feel how badly this greedy little cunt wants to come again. But you don’t get to come yet. Not until I say so.”
I want to kill him. I want to beg him. I want to climb into his lap right here in front of everyone.
By the time the main course arrives, I’m a mess, thighs slick, clit throbbing, body trembling with unfulfilled need. I’m desperate to leave, to go home, to make him finish what he started.