Chapter Fourteen
Katie
His tongue slides over my bottom lip before his teeth sink down, biting me. His hands are tangled in my hair, and he tugs on the strands, keeping my head angled up and toward him. Our mouths move furiously against one another, fighting for dominance. He wins.
He sucks on my bottom lip, one of his hands dropping from my hand to press into my back.
I arch into him, trying to get closer than I am.
The satin fabric of my dress sticks to my curves, the slit down the leg falling open as my knee hitches up and against his waist. I feel his hand on my back slide over my waist, down the curve of my hip, and under my ass.
His grip tightens, and he tugs, pulling me closer. I curl my ankle around his thigh.
I roll my hips against him, and I can feel the impressive bulge tightening under his suit pants. Fuck, but I missed his cock. Flynn is blessed. All the memories that I put away in a box and locked up from that night in Italy come crashing back in.
His lips move down my neck, using the grip he still has on my hair to angle my head so he has access. He sucks on the sensitive spot at the base of my neck, and I moan. The noise echoes into the empty corridor, and we both pause.
Flynn removes his lips from the spot, gently pressing kisses as he draws a path to my ear. He grazes his teeth across it, and his hot breath sends a shiver down my spine.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, sounding as breathless as I feel.
“I will kill you if you do.” My eyes close and my head rolls back, falling against the wall.
Flynn’s hand softens the blow, still tangled in my hair.
I feel his smile pressing against my skin as kisses along my jaw line, pressing one last peck against the corner of my mouth before he pulls back again.
He stares at me, his hand leaving my thigh and letting the leg that was curled around his body and hitched at his hip slowly drop to the ground.
When he pulls the other hand from my hair, he takes a minute to smooth it out.
I watch the green flecks swirl in his eyes as he studies my features.
His hand cups my cheek, a thumb running over my bottom lip.
He steps back from me, glancing down the corridor. I follow his gaze, my head lolling against the wall. A few hundred people sit in the room just down the hall, drinking champagne in fancy dress and pushing food around their plates while they pretend not to judge each other. But not us.
No, we’re hidden from view unless someone were to walk down the corridor directly toward us. The prospect of getting caught, of someone seeing me being crowded against a wall by Flynn Reed, sends my head spinning and my stomach clenching.
Do I want to get caught?
Maybe?
He smiles at me again, dropping his lips to mine, kissing me. It’s not urgent, more like he’s taking his time. He’s exploring, allowing his tongue to feast on mine.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs against my lips. “Stunning. I’ve been fighting an erection since you came down the stairs.”
I huff out a laugh, and he silences me with another kiss.
“You know, I never considered myself a jealous man.” He kisses down my throat again, his lips wet and hot on my skin.
“I’m not sure if it’s because I never cared all that much for my partners because they were temporary, or whether it’s because they weren’t you.
You, though. You make me a jealous man.”
He runs his tongue along my exposed collarbone, pressing his lips into the bare skin on my shoulder. “I make you jealous?”
“Mm. I wanted to rip every single man’s eyes out while walking you through this ballroom tonight, just for staring at you. For daring to look at the woman I came here with.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I say, completely breathless as he starts running his hands down my waist and over my hips. His fingers curl into the fabric of the skirt. I arch into him again when I feel his fingers brush against my inner thigh. My breath catches, and I close my eyes again.
“Watch me, Katie,” he says in a deep voice. “I’m going to devour you, and I want you to watch.”
Every single logical thought completely disappears as I open my eyes and watch Flynn sink to his knees.
His hand curls around my ankle, starting a slow ascent up my leg.
It traces up the curve of my calf, flicking the fabric out of the way when he reaches my knee.
He leans in, pressing a kiss on my inner thigh.
Dear god.
Fake, who?
Nothing about the way he touches me feels fake. It never has. This right here is why I need to keep a safe distance from him. I knew he felt this good. I knew the moment he touched me, I would melt, right there on the spot. And here I am, watching as he single-handedly turns me into a puddle.
His lips continue their path up my inner thigh, and I hiss when he presses a gentle kiss against my barely-there panties. Damn it. He really is going to devour me.
I watch as he pulls back, his fingers replacing his lips as he strokes me.
His eyes dart up to meet mine. There are so many emotions in his fiery gaze, and I have no trouble reading a single one.
Desire spreads through me, all starting from the spot where he gently tugs at my panties.
He hooks his finger in the band, and they fall down my legs.
I carefully step out of them, and he snatches them from the ground.
I expect him to hold onto them or hand them to me, so that after this is over, I can put them back on, but he doesn’t.
He shoves them in his pocket, his hands finding themselves back on my thighs and pushing my dress up to my hips.
Then, he leans forward again, disappearing under the skirt of my dress, his face buried between my legs. I lean back against the wall, trying desperately to balance as his tongue licks the length of me. Pleasure zips through me, and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, but the words feel louder as they echo. I take a hand and cover my mouth, muffling the moan I let out when I feel Flynn’s tongue flick across my clit.
Fuck.
His fingers dig into my thighs, his lips sucking eagerly on my clit. He’s devouring me, just like he promised. I roll my hips and try to move against his mouth, but his hands tighten on my thighs to keep me in place. I’m shaking, unsteady on my feet.
I feel one of his hands loosen and then slide down to my knee before he lifts my leg over his shoulder and presses himself further into me. I moan again, the sound muffling against my palm.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
I reach down, running my fingers through his hair, grabbing hold of his blond strands as he starts moving faster. He’s sucking me, his tongue diving into me like it’s searching for lost treasure. I gasp, grinding against him, searching for more friction.
A laugh echoes down the hall, and we still. Well, I go still. Flynn continues to eat away at me like I’m his favorite meal. I watch as two women stop at the entrance of the corridor. If they start making their way down here, toward us, there is no way they won’t catch us.
Fuck, we’re going to get caught.
I feel Flynn squeeze my thigh again, his fingers creeping further and further up. Then, I feel him bury them inside me. I gasp, my back arching as he pumps two fingers in and out of me. His lips wrap around my clit as he goes faster and faster.
He’s trying to make me come.
There’s someone right there, and he’s trying to make me fall apart. He knows we could get caught, that someone could see us, and he doesn’t care.
Do I care?
No.
No, I definitely don’t.
I lean my head back on the wall, dropping my hand from my mouth and sinking both into his hair. “Please,” I murmur, my words a whine of pleasure. “Please, Flynn.”
He doesn’t let up, he doesn’t slow down.
I shatter against his mouth, his tongue, on his fingers.
My pussy clenches, and I feel my orgasm surge through me, dripping onto the fingers he still has inside of me and my thighs.
He stays where he is and rides out the waves of my orgasm until it completely subsides, and I’m trying to catch my breath.
A moment later, he pulls back, adjusting my dress before he stands up.
I feel smaller now, even though I’m still closer to his height with my heels on. Flynn leans over me, his lips glistening with my arousal and curving into a satisfied smile. I smile back, my eyes feeling heavy and tired after coming so hard.
He lifts his fingers, still soaked with me, to my mouth. “Suck,” he says, the words low and demanding.
I don’t hesitate.
I wrap my lips around his fingers and suck them clean.
***
He doesn’t give me back my underwear.
After Flynn makes me come in the corridor, he pulls me into the empty women’s bathroom and locks the door. He takes a hand towel from the small pile and wets it with warm water from the faucet. Then he drops to his knees and cleans me up, pressing another soft kiss to my upper thigh when he’s done.
And I let him. I let him clean me up, not one sarcastic comment or witty quip.
Have I ever been so silent after an orgasm? No.
Have I ever been eaten out like that in a public place before? Also no.
Does a part of me hope he might push me against the counter in the women’s bathroom and fuck me instead of cleaning me up? Definitely, yes.
It’s probably a good thing we didn’t go any further. My spiral tomorrow morning when I finally reflect on what we’ve just done will be bad enough.
I cross a leg over my knee, and my foot bounces under the table.
I keep throwing glances at Flynn’s pocket, where my underwear is tucked in.
I feel so exposed. The last time I would’ve sat through an event with no underwear on would have to have been in college.
I tried rushing a sorority in my freshman year, but I was too opinionated, too loud for them.
I shift in my seat, angling my knees toward Flynn as I lean an elbow on the table.