CHAPTER FOUR
We made our way down a dark hallway to the sign that said restrooms, and I ducked into the ladies’ room.
It was empty and quiet, save for the muffled sounds of the bar outside, and I quickly did my business and moved to wash my hands.
Seconds later, I stood staring at my reflection in the mirror.
I was aiming for sensual and enchanting when I got dressed tonight, and apparently, I had succeeded, because I’d attracted the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
The burning desire I had for Declan just moments ago hadn’t subsided, and simply remembering the cadence of his deep voice sent liquid heat pooling into my abdomen.
I wanted to kiss him, to rub up against him, to feel his hands all over me and his body pressing into mine as we gasped and moaned our way to climax.
I shook my head.
No, down, girl. You only feel like this because you haven’t had sex in over a year.
God, had it really been that long?
I wanted so badly to be touched and held, petted and stroked. I wanted to feel desired by someone who was genuinely attracted to me. And Declan was.
But could I do it?
I’d never had a one-night stand before. Seth was my first real relationship, and I never got the chance to explore my sexuality in any significant way.
Just the thought of Seth had my blood boiling, and that pretty much decided it for me. Seth didn’t want me. And quite frankly, I didn’t want him either. But Declan did. And damn it, I wanted him too.
Screw it.
It was my birthday, after all.
Decision made, I strolled to the bathroom door with newly found confidence and yanked it open.
Blood rushed to my ears, and my heartbeat thumped wildly in the back of my throat.
Declan was leaning against the opposite wall, scrolling through his phone. At the sound of the door opening, he lifted his gaze to meet mine—smiling.
He opened his mouth to say something, but I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him into the bathroom with me, slamming the door shut and pushing him up against it.
His eyes blazed with unrelenting desire, and he quickly slid his phone into his pocket. Then he grabbed the back of my head, his other hand gripping my waist, and pivoted—reversing our positions, so my back was up against the bathroom door.
The air between us was charged with something neither of us could explain, and that spine-tingling zap of electricity from earlier returned in full force, raising the hairs on my arms and constricting the air in my lungs.
“Are you sure?” he asked, lips hovering mere inches away from mine, his breath warm and sweet and smelling faintly of alcohol.
“Shut up and make me come,” I demanded breathlessly, and his lips descended on mine.
The kiss was hard and bruising. Which was quite the contrast in comparison to the softness of Declan’s lips.
He bit and sucked at my bottom lip, and I opened for him, his tongue sliding over mine in the sweetest caress.
I took my time, returning his fierce kiss with equal fervor. Relishing in the fact that I’d never been kissed like this before—thoroughly, hungrily, passionately.
Wetness pooled in my center, and I was ready to bend over right here and take it.
His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me in place as he devoured my lips, moaning with each swipe of his tongue over mine. Or perhaps the moans were from me. I couldn’t tell.
It took a while for me to realize I was on my tiptoes and Declan was hunched over awkwardly.
Given our height difference, he was about to have one heck of a neck pain come morning.
But before I could feel too bad about it, he slid his hands under my thighs, gripped my ass, and hoisted me in the air as if I weighed nothing.
I gasped, breaking our kiss, my legs immediately encircling his waist.
“I’m too heavy,” I panted against his lips, keenly aware of my newly acquired pounds.
“I’m not weak,” he replied, sucking slowly on my bottom lip before adding, “And you’re not heavy. I’ve lifted far heavier things than you.”
“Are you sure?”
He kissed the hollow of my throat, licking a path up to my ear. “Positive. I love how you feel in my arms.” Then he lovingly caressed my ass, squeezing one cheek, then the other.
And whatever doubts I’d had about my current predicament hopped, skipped, and dived headfirst out the window.
I crushed my lips to his, and the moan he let out had me damn near dripping for him. I wanted him so badly. More specifically, I wanted him to touch me where I ached for it the most.
As if reading my mind, he slid one hand down my leg and under my dress.
“Is this okay?” he asked, and I nodded, unable to form a coherent reply. “Words, darling. I need to hear your words. I want to make you come, but if you tell me to stop, I will.”
I nodded again, but quickly caught myself and instead panted, “Yes, please. Fuck, touch me. Make me come, Declan.”
I was a slave to my own desires, and I found I didn’t care much. Not when Declan’s hand slid between my thighs, his thumb brushing over my clit and the damp heat of my lace-clad pussy.
He deftly pushed the fabric aside, and the jolt of electricity that shot through me at the first stroke of his thumb over my swollen clit was mind-altering.
I moaned like a slut in heat, rubbing against him and begging for more, babbling nonsense while sucking on his lips, his neck, his ear; anywhere my mouth could reach. But the sound I made when he sank two thick fingers into my dripping, aching center was on another level.
He fucked me with his fingers, slow at first, and when I relaxed and unclenched around him, he picked up the pace, fucking me in earnest.
I was so wet, it would be embarrassing if I wasn’t already out of my mind. And the squelching sounds coming from my body as his fingers entered me over and over again nearly drove me to insanity.
“Fuck, darling,” he panted. “You’re so tight and wet. Can’t wait to feel you choking my fat cock with your tight pussy.”
The imagery had me keening and writhing, and fucking myself even harder on his fingers, taking the pleasure I so desperately needed.
Declan twisted and rubbed, crooking his fingers in an upward motion and pulling them forward. He touched something inside me that made my legs twitch and shake, as if they suddenly had a mind of their own.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Declan urged. “Be a good girl and come for me. Come on my fingers and pretend it’s my cock. Milk my fingers with your tight cunt like you would my cock. I want to feel your wetness dripping down my hand.”
I threw my head back and screamed, shaking and twitching as I came on Declan’s fingers.
Several seconds later, I went limp in his arms, my head falling to his shoulder as I struggled to catch my breath.
Declan gently eased his fingers from my body, then shifted my weight to one hand as he brought the slick-covered fingers to his lips, sucking my wetness from his digits.
He closed his eyes and groaned, licking his lips. “So fucking sweet. Just like I knew you would be.”
I grinned and watched in ecstasy as he savored the taste of me.
As soon as he was done licking himself clean, I crushed my mouth to his, tasting myself on his tongue as he gently lowered me to my feet, sucking on my kiss-swollen lips as he did so.
I opened my eyes to meet his lust-drunk ones, and when he pressed his body into mine, I felt his erection through the thin layers of our clothes pushing into my belly.
My gaze drifted downward to witness the biggest bulge I’d ever seen in the history of cloth-covered erections, and my mouth watered for a taste.
I loved sucking cock, and I was good at it, too. I knew he would enjoy watching me choke on him as I struggled to take him all the way to the back of my throat.
I started to sink to my knees when Declan’s hands slid under my arms, and he pulled me upright.
Confused, I looked up to see his amused gaze. “Don’t you want me to—”
“Not here,” he replied softly, brushing a tender kiss across my lips.
“When I take you for the first time, be it your mouth or your sweet, wet cunt, I want it to be in my king-size bed where I can spread you out and listen to you moan my name all night long.” He kissed me again, this time lingering for a bit.
“This was just for you. A birthday gift, if you will.”
My lower belly went liquid again, and I smiled up at him. I wanted to climb him like a tree and impale myself on his undoubtedly massive cock. If the bulge he was sporting was any indication.
We kissed again, slow and sweet, his movements careful and unhurried.
When I came up for air, he peppered tiny kisses across my forehead and cheeks before stepping back and adjusting himself in his pants.
“How about you stay here for a bit and catch your breath,” he suggested. “I’ll wait for you back in the bar, okay?”
My brain hadn’t fully rebooted yet, so I nodded, and he slid his hands to my hips, nudging me away from the door so he could make his exit.
Alone with my sex-addled thoughts, I smiled, feeling light and happy; happier than I’d been in years.
I’d just experienced the best orgasm of my entire life, and I did not regret it. I didn’t regret him.
On shaky legs, I wobbled over to the sink, washing my hands and drying them. I then pressed my now cool palms to my heated cheeks, hoping to soothe some of the redness.
When I was satisfied with the outcome, I fixed my hair and exited the bathroom.