Benson
Sweat rolled down my back as the music thumped through the club. After dinner, Esme decided she didn’t want to go straight home. She was full of carbs and chocolate from dessert, which had given her a happy glow that I was determined to keep there. Since there was a club down the block, we’d grabbed a round booth in the back and ordered bottle service.
On our walk, I’d shot Parker a text to let him know where we were, in case he got done with his client and wanted to join us. But so far, he’d been radio silent. It looked like it was going to be a long night for him, which didn’t bode well for whatever person was causing the holdup. Parker didn’t put up with anything interrupting time with Esme, and I couldn’t blame him for that.
Three days of only getting to see her via security cameras and I’d been losing my fucking mind. How I’d found the willpower to stay away for as long as I had, I still didn’t know, but I should have been given a medal of valor for it.
While I was straining against my mental chains, trying to stay away, I was able to feed my addiction for her with everything Ghost was able to get his hands on during his deeper dive into the dark web. It wasn’t much, still the bare bones, but I liked that she was so mysterious. My little vixen was well protected.
At least for now.
As long as her fucking sister left her alone.
Eloise was trying to stir up trouble. I had a tail on her, so I knew she was still shut in her apartment. She hadn’t left, even to go to class, all week, but she’d been online plenty, and Ghost was monitoring her every click. As long as she left Esme alone, she was safe. But if she so much as typed her baby sister’s name into a search engine, it was game over.
Fuck knew I’d done enough to mess up with Esme as it was.
I’d thought she needed time, that by not pushing her boundaries, it would show her she could trust me. But as soon as she’d asked where I’d been, I’d known staying away had been a mistake.
One I wouldn’t make again.
A waitress dropped off a bottle of champagne on ice and three flutes. Esme huffed at the sight. “No shots?”
“You have school tomorrow, baby girl.” Malcolm poured her a glass then settled back, grabbing his own glass with a grimace. It wasn’t the whisky he wanted, but we both knew our girl would have stolen our drinks if we’d ordered something stronger for ourselves, the little minx.
Her bottom lip popped out in a sexy pout before she tipped her glass back and emptied the contents in one gulp. Mal narrowed his eyes on her, but he refilled the drink. When he replaced the bottle in the bucket of ice, he shifted it farther away.
Devilment glittered in her eyes. “Oh, we’re playing now. Okay.” She tossed the drink back again. Swallowing, she moaned before her teeth scraped over her plump bottom lip, and she lifted the hand holding the glass high over her head. Astro leaned over the back of the booth, filling her glass for the third time.
“You’re about to get yourself spanked, little girl,” I cautioned, taking the glass from her.
“Yeah? Are you going to spank me, Daddy? Right here, in front of all these people? I don’t think you’ll do it.”
Ignoring the challenge in her eyes, I turned her so she was leaning against Malcolm and placed her legs in my lap. As much as I wanted to bend her over my knee and turn her perfect little ass red right then, I wouldn’t share the sight of something that beautiful with all those strangers. Taking off her heels, I dropped them on the floor and started massaging her dainty feet. Her toes were painted a pretty pink, but it was brighter than her dress. I’d noticed she liked that color a lot. Different shades of it splashed through her day-to-day. It was such a girlie color. I couldn’t remember a time before that it had ever caught my eye, but now whenever I saw it, I couldn’t help but smile and think of Esme.
Digging my fingers into her arch caused her toes to curl, and I looked up in time to see her eyes roll back in her head. “Oh god. That feels so good.”
My cock went hard as a steel rod from her pleasure alone. Without stopping to think, I slid my hand up her calf, to her knee, her skin like silk beneath my fingers. Her legs spread without urging, those baby blues growing bigger, daring me to keep going.
When I reached the edge of her panties, Malcolm’s fingers were there too. He tore them aside, thrusting two fingers inside her snatch before pulling back.
“Greedy motherfucker,” I complained when he sucked the digits into his mouth.
Smirking, he dipped his head, kissing Esme, and I took my turn, pushing my middle finger slowly into her while he took her mouth. Her tight heat wrapped around me, making it hard to breathe without pain. Fuck, I needed inside her so damn bad. I wouldn’t survive if I didn’t get in there soon. She was so wet, she was already dripping onto my hand, which would make it easy for my fat cock to slip in without much resistance.
Malcolm lifted his head, and Esme moved, straddling my lap. I didn’t have time to think before her mouth hungrily dropped to mine. Her kiss was frenzied, while her fingers rushed to undo my belt. I shifted to help her, freeing my cock, not giving a damn who was watching as long as I got inside her.
“!” she cried as I sank deep into her. And the world went dim. There was only Esme and those blue, blue eyes as she looked at me. I’d already known I loved this girl, but in that moment, I was made aware that she irrevocably owned my heart.
And then her pussy contacted around me, and it unleashed an animal inside me that was ravenous for her. Grabbing her ass in both hands, I rocked her hips harder as she rode me to the thumping beat of the music. The lights strobing off random walls were the only illumination in our part of the club. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to see more of her. Taste more of her.
Wrapping her hair around one hand, I jerked her head down to me, taking another kiss. Her teeth nipped at my lip hard enough to draw blood before sucking. I groaned my approval, fucking her harder.
Every thrust into her was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life. But it hurt. It was fucking agony that I wanted to experience over and over for the rest of my life.
Breaking the kiss, I pressed my lips to her ear. “I love you, Esme. I love you, baby.”
She hiccuped a sob, scratching her nails into the skin of my shoulders as her entire body seemed to contract. Her pussy pulsed, and I saw a bright light that had nothing to do with the strobes around us. Holding her to me, I emptied every drop I’d been saving for her.
Esme lifted her head, the lights still bouncing around us. “I love you too.”
While that little happy bomb detonated inside me, she fixed her clothes and then mine and slipped back onto the cushion of the booth. Picking up her glass of champagne, she drained it in a thirsty gulp before holding it out for a refill that Astro poured for her as if nothing had happened.
Dazed and still struggling to catch my breath, I glanced around, realizing the lights in our part of the club had returned to the normal dimness instead of the strobing techno beat they had been strumming to only minutes before. No one was looking our way, a typical New York crowd as always.
Other than Esme’s swollen lips, there were no easily recognizable signs that I’d just fucked her in public.
I raked my fingers through my hair, licking the still-bleeding bite wound on my lip and wondering if I’d been dreaming that entire time. “She’s a witch. Right? I mean… Was that real? Did you see any of it? Or was all of that just in my head?”
Malcolm grabbed Esme by the waist, causing her to squeal and laugh as he lifted her onto his lap. “Let’s see if she can do it again.”