Chapter 19 #2
After he’s gone, I move further into the room. “Twenty minutes? It’s going to take you that long to finish?”
“On the contrary. I fully intend to give you three orgasms in here.” Pierce shuts the door and flips the lock.
“That’s 6.67 minutes per.”
“I guess we’d better get started then.” He closes the distance between us and slides a hand into my hair. “Did you take off your panties like I told you to?”
“Why don’t you check for yourself?”
“Careful,” he says, a warning in his eyes, “or I’ll fuck that smart mouth of yours.” He spins me around and presses me against the only wall not lined with coat racks. “Spread your legs.”
I open them as wide as my dress will allow, and he takes his time raising the black fabric, slowly uncovering my bare legs inch by inch. “You’d better hurry if you want to be done before he comes back,” I say.
Pierce stops, and I glance over my shoulder to find him staring at me, an unamused expression on his face.
“On second thought”—he lets the gown drop back down—“I think we’ll be needing those sooner rather than later.
” He rummages in my purse for a few seconds and returns with my discarded panties. “Open up,” he commands.
I shake my head and give him an incredulous look. “No way in hell.”
He presses the thong against my lips and whispers in my ear, “You don’t want anyone to hear you screaming my name, do you? Now open up.”
Hesitantly, I part my lips, and he shoves the thin fabric between them. It’s not even enough to fill my mouth, let alone gag me, but a shiver runs down my spine all the same.
He continues shimmying up my dress, and I fight the urge to squeeze my thighs together.
Without my underwear to soak up moisture, it’s been slowly leaking down my legs.
Pierce discovers this and lets out a quiet “fuck” while trailing a hand up my inner thigh.
When he reaches my apex, he drags his fingers back and forth several times before shoving them inside me.
I press against the wall at the sudden movement, my cry muffled by the panties. I should have expected it—he loves to keep me on my toes—but my desire for him is so strong, all reason seems to fly out the window the moment I know he’s about to fuck me hard.
“Are you on birth control?” he rasps as his hand works me over, pumping harder and faster.
I toss him an irritated look between heaving breaths. “Of course.” It comes out garbled by the fabric in my mouth.
“Been tested recently?” He switches angles, driving even deeper, and I’m fully relying on the wall to keep me upright now.
I remove the thong and grunt out, “Like clockwork, but I never skip a condom.”
“Well, you’re about to.”
“What are you—”
“Hands above your head.”
He shoves the panties back between my lips, then jerks my hips back. After unzipping his pants, he presses his bare tip against my seam. “I want you walking around with my cum trailing down your legs.”
An electric thrill races through me, and I pant as I try to maintain some semblance of control when he pushes into me.
Using the wall as leverage to push back against him, I expand to take him in deep.
He groans and drives in even further. With one hand, he pulls back on my hips, and with the other, he works until he finds my clit under the fabric of my dress.
With his cock inside me from behind and his fingers ministering to me in front, it doesn’t take long at all for me to shatter. The underwear was a good call, because I definitely let out a scream as the orgasm tears through me and he continues his relentless pounding.
By the time his release comes, my second orgasm is hovering on the fringes. The feeling of his warm cum pulsing into me is all it takes to tip it over the edge, and we fall together.
Once we’ve recovered feeling in our limbs, Pierce takes it upon himself to deliver the third orgasm as promised.
Between him pushing into me again and gravity doing its job, by the time I’ve climaxed a final time, liquid is trailing down both of my legs.
Normally, I would insist on cleaning up in the restroom, but tonight I don’t care.
The cloakroom attendant is nowhere to be seen when we step into the corridor, thank god, and Pierce leads me down the hall with a hand on the small of my back.
I’m not sure if it’s a conscious action on his part or if he’s simply playing the part of gentleman.
Either way, I like it more than I should.
I excuse myself to the powder room to freshen up—there’s no way in hell I’m returning to the ballroom looking like a recent fuck—and to put a little distance between Pierce and me.
The way my heart jolts every time he touches me is highly concerning, and the best thing to do is maintain distance whenever possible.
After fixing my hair and reapplying a fresh coat of lipstick, I return to the corridor and nearly run into Preston. He’s wearing a black tuxedo with a white bow tie like most of the men here tonight.
I halt in surprise. “Hi,” I say, quickly glancing around to see if it’s safe to have a conversation.
He nods down the hall. “Can we talk?”
“Sure.” We head away from the bathrooms and the potential of being spotted.
I saw him earlier with his wife, but we haven’t had the chance to do more than exchange glances across the room. Dear god, I hope he isn’t going to suggest we have sex in the cloakroom, too.
Once we’re hidden from the view of anyone coming in and out of the restroom, I turn to face him. “Is this good?”
“Are you seeing him?” he says, ignoring my question.
There are frown lines etched into his face, which looks older than I remember.
He’s only in his midthirties, and I’ve always found his maturity to be refreshing compared to the ridiculous dipshits I’ve dated in the past. But tonight, he just looks . . . old.
“Who?” I say.
“St. James.” He presses the words out between his teeth.
“What? No. Of course not.” I feel a twinge of guilt as Pierce’s now dried cum on my legs taunts me.
“Don’t lie to me, Maeve. I saw the two of you tonight.”
Horror washes over me. Did he somehow see us sneak into the cloakroom? But then I remember the very precarious situation we’re in ourselves. “That’s rich coming from the guy who came with his wife.”
Preston narrows his eyes. He hates when I bring her up. “It’s not the same, and you know it.”
“Do I?” I cross my arms. “You’re accusing me of seeing other people, but you’re going to take her home and have sex with her, aren’t you?”
“We’re not— We rarely do that,” he says, a tiny hint of remorse flickering across his face. “Besides, this isn’t about me and Janie. What is going on with you and Pierce?”
“Nothing.” If he can deny what we both know is true, then so can I.
“You were sitting in his lap.”
Ah, so that’s what this is about. Relief courses through my body, and I force a laugh. “That was some ridiculous challenge our friends concocted. It’s stupid and doesn’t mean anything.”
The lines on Preston’s face grow deeper as he leans closer. “I saw the way he was looking at you.”
I raise a skeptical brow. “And how was that?”
“Like you belonged to him or something.”
“Yeah, because he’s trying to win the game.” Except now I’m curious about this look of Pierce’s myself.
“You seemed pretty damn cozy,” Preston says, anger lacing his words and face. For the first time during this conversation, I wonder if I’m playing with fire.
“It’s not like that.” I want to convince him he has nothing to worry about, but the words are eluding me.
“Then what is it like?”
How do I explain that when I’m not even sure myself?