Chapter 10 Violet #3
I knew what a panic attack felt like, and this one had me in its grips.
“Breathe, Vi. Nobody is going to hurt you. Not in here.”
My brain latched on to that. The safety in his words. The promise in his voice that I believed without question.
I couldn’t go back out there like this. Palms sweating, eyes wild.
Levi kissed my neck.
I nudged him with my elbow. “Stop it.”
“You wanted a proper date, right? That was all you wanted tonight. To just be normal?”
A tiny smile tugged at my lips. “Yes.”
He kissed my neck again. “Fucking you in the bathroom mid-date is normal, right?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t think so.”
His tongue slid up my neck until his lips brushed my ears. “I disagree. I think you wore that dress tonight, knowing I was going to find it irresistible to take off you.”
“I wore it because it makes me feel pretty.”
“Let me make you feel pretty with it rucked up around your waist.”
He’d asked for permission, but he hadn’t waited for me to give it. He’d lifted my dress with one quick bunch of his fingers in the fabric. His hands roamed the globes of my ass in the panties I’d picked out, knowing he’d see me in them. They were sexy, half my ass cheeks showing.
He hummed his approval, palms skating over my skin, tugging the panties into the crease of my ass to expose more of each cheek.
The tight pull of the fabric had the added bonus of putting pressure on my clit and asshole, the silky fabric wrapping tight around his fingers.
“We shouldn’t,” I whispered, only because I knew it was the words I was expected to say.
But no part of me wanted to go back out into that dining room. No part of me wanted to see Lynx’s face while I tried to choke down a meal, the entire time wondering if everything we’d gone through was because of him.
I just wanted to stay here with Levi. Here, where all I had to think about was his hands on my body and how that made me feel. I gripped the sink tighter.
His hand switched from caressing my behind to dragging across my hip to my front, and sliding down beneath my dress and panties to cup my mound.
His other hand found the untucked hem of my top and groped beneath it, taking a handful of my breast, tweaking my nipple through the soft fabric of my bra.
A man smaller than him wouldn’t have been able to wrap himself around a woman of my size, but Levi had always made me feel small.
His broad shoulders and long limbs gave him the reach he needed to fully enclose me in his embrace, slowly working my pleasure points until one finger slipped inside me, and then another.
I gasped at the intrusion, my eyes closing.
He bit down on my shoulder. “Eyes up, watching me, Violet. I want you to see how beautiful you are when I make you come.”
The reflection showed his hands molding and tweaking my breasts, big, groping handfuls that sent pleasure roaring through my system.
The sight of what he did between my legs was cut off by the sink, but I didn’t need to see it.
I felt every movement, every thrust of his fingers inside me, each one building me up until I was begging for him to go faster, to give me more.
I ground my ass back against him, rocking on my heels, needing his cock inside me, needing us joined. The stress I’d been carrying around for weeks had all culminated in the last twenty-four hours, and my body demanded a release.
Letting him fuck me into oblivion was better than having a full-blown mental breakdown in a restaurant bathroom.
He dropped his hand from my tits to undo his fly, his lips at my ear the entire time.
“You know what’s through the doors at the back of this club?
It’s Psychos on steroids. Do you have any idea how much I want to take you out there and tie you up, just to watch every other man choke on his desire for you while they watch what I’d do to your body?
Do you have any idea how much I want to watch you ride one of the dildos they have imbedded in the walls and the benches?
I want to put you on your knees in front of one of those glory holes and fuck that pretty mouth.
You won’t be able to see, but you’ll know it’s me anyway. ”
I gasped at the darker, more dominant tone in his voice, one I hadn’t really heard from him before, but one that did things deep inside my core so I just wanted him to say it more.
“Yes,” I moaned, knowing he was distracting me from all the other dark thoughts inside my head, also realizing it was exactly what I needed.
“You want me to fuck you like that, Violet? Publicly make you mine like X did in that cam room?”
I ground back on him, my arousal soaking his fingers. “Yes,” I groaned, sure in that moment, with him edging me toward an orgasm and whispering the dirtiest things I’d ever heard in my life, that I would have agreed to anything he wanted to do to me.
I trusted this man with everything I had. Everything I was.
I loved him.
I wanted everyone to know how much. I didn’t care who saw. It only turned me on more.
My gaze met his in the mirror.
There was a challenge there. Like he knew he was pushing me, testing me to see how far I would go.
“I could reach over and unlock this door right now.”
I met his challenge. “Or you could stop wasting time, fuck me hard, and let me unlock it.”
It was apparently exactly the right thing to say. His answering growl was feral. He jerked me from the sink and pushed me up against the bathroom door instead.
I braced myself with my hands, fingers inching toward the lock, fully intending that my words hadn’t been an idle threat but more of a promise.
If someone walked in her right now and caught us fucking, then so be it. I needed this.
Needed him.
If he wanted to walk on the wild side, then I would walk with him.
I was pretty sure I would walk anywhere with this man.
His hands covered mine on the lock, and before I could protest, he slammed into me from behind.
I forgot all about whatever distraction game we were playing with our dirty talk and promises of public claiming.
I fell into the pounding of his body against mine, the stretch of his cock inside me, filling me so perfectly I could weep. I ground back on him, taking as much of him as I could, deepening the angle so he could bottom out.
All games were forgotten in the swirling desire that filled me.
He pulled my hand from the lock on the door and guided it between my legs, both of us working my clit together, until I was gasping and moaning, begging him to let me fall over the edge.
He gave it to me exactly how I wanted it. No fucking around, no holding back. He pushed me right to the brink and then broke through it, sending me spiraling into pleasure.
He went with me, my name a groan on his lips, his cock jerking inside me, one final slam of his body against mine ending his orgasm while he was buried deep inside.
He leaned on me, both of us resting on the door, our breaths heavy, any stress I’d been feeling now totally evaporated.
“Our food is going to be cold,” he eventually murmured, still deep inside me, neither of us willing to move.
“And there’s probably a long line of women about to pee themselves.” I giggled.
I could feel his smile as his lips pressed to the back of my neck. I was sure it was vaguely sweaty from having him all over me.
“You good to go back out there?” he asked.
“Your cum is dripping from me.”
He groaned and put my panties back into place. “Exactly how I like it.”
I couldn’t deny that I liked it too. I was going to end up with a UTI if I didn’t clean up a bit, but it could wait a few more minutes.
I liked having part of him inside me, even when he wasn’t.
He pulled out, and we washed our hands, grinning at each other in the mirror like naughty kids who’d most definitely done the wrong thing but didn’t care.
And by the time we walked out of the bathroom, Lynx and his party had left.
But the memory of the encounter hadn’t.
No amount of quick, hard, fast, and dirty sex could erase that something was very wrong in this town, and that until we worked out what it was, none of us were safe.