Chapter Thirteen
Stephanie
I never imagined I would be someone panting and begging for sex in a public place with a man I barely knew.
I couldn’t even blame the champagne because I hadn’t had that much to drink—just enough to feel a little warm and less stressed about reaching out to potential donors.
It was just… him.
I’d been fantasizing about this since I’d met Venezio.
Was it a bad idea?
Probably.
But I didn’t care.
Not when I was straddling him. Not when I could feel his hard length pressed against me. Not when his hungry eyes were looking at me with an intensity that made my heart swoop.
I could see the moment he decided to act on my demand. His brows drew lower, his lids got heavier, and a muscle ticked in his jaw.
Then his hand was on the back of my neck, roughly pulling me in, making our lips crash together in a rough, almost brutal kiss.
The lack of control sent goosebumps across my skin as my hips dropped down instinctively, the center of me pressed hard against the tip of his cock.
Venezio was all tongue and teeth and lips as his hands slid under my skirt to sink into my ass, using it to rock me against him over and over.
When I moaned against his lips, his fingers tightened on my neck, using it to drag me back.
His eyes were molten on mine as he rocked his hips upward, dragging a deep groan out of me.
His hands moved then, gathering my skirt, then pulling it up, up, until I had no choice but to raise my arms so he could free the material.
I shivered at the sudden chill as he draped the dress over the arm of the couch before his hands were on me again. They sank into the flesh over my hips as he sucked in a breath so deep his chest shook.
Only after did his hands glide up my sides, over my ribs, his touch creating little sparks of need that had my belly flipping and my sex tightening. They moved inward, working the clasps of my strapless bra free, then dropping it down on the cushion beside him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, head shaking as his gaze lowered, taking me in.
Then his hands were moving up my sides again before closing over my breasts.
My head fell back with a whimper as my hips rocked against him again.
I was all sensation then as Venezio’s fingers traced, rolled, and twisted.
Then, when I was sure I couldn’t take it another second, he leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
I gasped as my vision went white for a second.
I arched backward, pushing my chest outward toward him, silently begging for more as my hand went to the back of his neck, holding him against me as his lips sucked, as his tongue traced, as his teeth grazed.
Then his head shifted, teasing my other nipple until my fingers were digging into the back of his head.
He moved between, pressing a sweet kiss to my skin before sitting back.
My own hands grew bold then. Desperate to feel his skin against mine, I worked the knot of his tie free before tossing it on the cushion. Next went his jacket. Then I worked the buttons of his shirt downward and pushed the material free.
A soft whimper escaped me at the sight of him. The subtle indents of muscle, the mosaic of his tattoos, the pink and white slashes of healed scars—more of them than seemed normal.
My fingertip moved out, tracing over the largest of them. Beneath my touch, his abdominal muscles twitched, tensed, shook. Emboldened by that reaction, I traced another scar, then another.
Beneath me, his hips involuntarily bucked upward as his fingertips dug into my thighs.
I teased a fingertip down the center line of his stomach. Venezio swallowed hard, his gaze molten as I found the waistband of his pants, tracing it for a second before working his belt clasps loose and then turning my focus to his button and zipper.
Finished with that, I reached inside, closing my hand around his thick length, loving the way Venezio’s whole body jolted and his breath hissed out from between his lips.
I stroked him up and down. Once. Twice. Three times.
My thumb teased across the head, and the movement had his hips jerking up into my hand.
“Do you…” I said, my hungry gaze sliding to his.
Please, please, please have what we need to do this, I silently begged as the pressure in my core became acute, painful.
Venezio gave me the tiniest of nods as he shifted slightly to snag his wallet, searching blindly in it, then coming out with the foil.
A relieved whimper escaped me, the sound making Venezio’s eyes warm and his lips twitch.
He pushed my hand away, then quickly protected us before fisting his cock with one hand, and reaching for my hip with the other. He pulled me down, but just slightly.
My brows furrowed as my gaze landed on his.
Then the tip of him traced up my cleft, teasing around the sensitive bud of my clit until I was rocking, until I was moaning, until the pleasure felt close to pain.
Only then did he guide himself back down again, pausing as he pressed against me, a thick, promise of fulfillment.
Desperate for the fullness of him, I lowered down. As he slid inside me, dual gasps escaped us at the stretch.
The look of pure, primal pleasure on Venezio’s face as he settled deep inside me was an image that would be seared into my brain forever.
“Babe,” he rasped, fingers tightening on my hips. “I need you to move.”
My body agreed with that, my walls tightening around him in a way that had a growl escaping him.
I shifted up, then lowered back down, letting out a moan at the sensation.
The need overtook me then, removing any chance to take it slow and easy, to savor the moment.
I started to ride him hard and fast, letting out a deep groan as he began to rock up into me, forcing me to take him deeper each time.
“Venezio,” I whimpered, shaky, breathless.
“Come for me,” he said through his tight jaw. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
With that, I did, my head falling back, a moan moving through me.
“Fuck, that’s a good view,” Venezio said, his cock still hard, his hips still rocking into me.
“I…” I gasped.
“Are you going to come for me again?” he cut me off. “Yeah, you are.”
His arm hooked around my hips as he got to his feet.
My arms and legs tightened around him, holding on as he walked a few steps before slamming me back against the wall.
Then he was fucking me.
Hard.
Fast.
Relentless.
There was no time for my body to fight the momentum as it built inside me again. Every muscle seemed to tighten. My thighs shook. My breath shook.
Then, with a loud moan Venezio silenced with his lips, my pussy shook too, spasming hard over and over as the orgasm racked my system.
I was pretty sure I went boneless then, relying entirely on Venezio and the wall for support as my whole body felt slow and heavy in the aftermath.
But he was still rocking gently into me even after I came back down, making a twinge of need start to grow once again.
“There you go,” he murmured, his forehead pressed to mine as I tightened around him, as a little whimper escaping me.
Only then did he tighten his hold of me as he pulled away from the wall, walked back to the counter, and released me.
A grumble escaped me at losing him.
But then he turned me toward the mirror, bent me, and I got to watch both of us as he slammed deep inside me again.
There was a chorus of laughter coming from somewhere down the hallway.
But I barely even noticed it as Venezio grabbed my hips, using them to slam me back into him as he thrust forward.
“I can’t,” I whimpered, my breath ragged, my body trembling.
“You’re going to.”
It sounded almost like a warning, like I better not dare deny him another orgasm.
My head felt floaty with my frantic breaths as Venezio set a ruthless pace.
His hand slipped from my hip and moved between my thighs, engaging my clit as he continued to fuck me.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice a rough caress. “Look how much you like taking my cock.”
“I… I’m…”
Words failed me, though, as the world narrowed down to the sensation of him inside me, of his finger on my clit.
I sucked in a deep breath, knowing it was going to end in a loud moan as I came.
Venezio was faster, though.
His free hand shot out, closing around my throat, tightening.
My head went fuzzy, my lips tingled, then I was coming without a sound, but so hard that my vision went spotty for a moment as the waves crashed violently over and over.
Venezio fucked me through it, only releasing my throat as he slammed deep and came with me, a curse on his lips, his gaze on mine in the mirror. The look there, it made a strange, warm, gooey sensation move through my chest.
He reached for me afterward, pulling me against his chest and wrapping both arms around me, holding me together as the aftershocks moved through my overwrought system.
It wasn’t until my breathing was even again that he slowly slid away.
I nearly stumbled at the loss of him as he turned and walked off.
Sanity came back to me slowly, then all at once.
Not only had I let him fuck me in a public bathroom, but I hadn’t exactly been quiet about it.
I rushed forward toward the couch, snagging my panties, and dragging them up my legs before quickly getting back into my bra.
After washing his hands, Venezio joined me, buttoning and tucking his shirt before zipping and securing his belt.
The tie was next.
Before I could grab my dress, though, he was reaching for it and helping me back into it.
I walked over to the vanity, using a wet paper towel to clean up my eye makeup and smeared lipstick.
I ran my fingers through my hair.
It wasn’t bad.
There was nothing I could do about my flushed skin, about the freshly fucked satisfaction on my features.
I tossed the towel then rushed toward the door and unlocked it.
Before I could reach for it, though, Venezio’s hand slammed into it, keeping it closed.
Then his hand was at my jaw, firm, possessive.
His lips landed on mine.
It was a hard kiss.
Like he was trying to make a point.
Like he was staking a claim.
And as I was still leaned against the wall with watery legs, he pulled open the door and gestured for me to move out.
Feeling shaky, I did, glad when I saw no one around to catch us and our lascivious ways.
I glanced back at Venezio, feeling my stomach twist at the possibility that he might act differently now, treat me differently.
But after straightening his tie, his hand went to the small of my back again and started to lead me toward the ballroom.
Close as we were, I felt the change in him before I turned to see it.
His whole body tensed.
His breathing ceased.
When I looked over, I saw the tightness that had overtaken his handsome features.
Then his hand wasn’t on my lower back; it was grabbing my hand, crushing hard.
“Run!”