Chapter Fourteen
I move her so she’s pressed up against the door of the closet while my lips are still against hers like I want to devour her. Halle was the only thing that could keep me grounded while my life became a fucking shit show, and I desperately needed it.
Needed her.
“Tell me we’ll get through anything,” I whisper against her neck while I slowly play with her underwear.
I gently slide them down her legs, and there’s a faint sound when they hit the floor.
I push my groin against her, my cock growing impatient with each thrust against her, and my balls already tingling painfully with the need to empty myself inside her.
I move my lips from hers and trail them down her neck, taking a second to flick my tongue over the tattoo behind her ear that I could find even in the dark.
“We’ll get through anything. We always have.
” She sighs as her hands find the back of my head, and she runs her fingers through the strands.
I press a few more kisses to her neck before I stop, not wanting to get carried away.
I don’t want to accidentally leave a mark there, so I lower myself to my knees in front of her, knowing exactly where I can leave my mark.
“Wild… not here,” she tells me, but there’s no conviction in her voice, which means she could easily be convinced otherwise.
“Yes, fucking here. Fucking everywhere, as a matter of fact. There’s nowhere in the world I won’t want to fucking touch you.
So now, I’m going to bury my tongue between your legs because it will make us both fucking feel better.
” This isn’t the first time I’ve fucked her in a dark closet, completely deprived of one of my senses and relying on the others while I fuck her.
And based on the two conversations I've had tonight, I doubt it will be my last. But I refuse to give her up.
I refuse to give us up.
I don’t waste a second before my lips are on her, my tongue swiping through her smooth slit over and over and rolling it over her clit.
“Shit,” she whispers while I help her lift her leg over my shoulder.
“Your mouth is so fucking good.” She grabs the back of my head just as I grip her ass cheeks hard, giving her the leverage to grind herself harder against my mouth.
“Make me come,” she whispers. “I want to come all over your gorgeous face.”
“You'd better. I want to smell you on my beard for the rest of the night,” I growl, feeling her get wetter with every lick. “I want every person in there to know that only I get the fucking honor of making you come.” I momentarily stop fucking her with my mouth to press my nose against her and take a deep inhale. “Fuck, you smell so good. Your scent has got me so hard I’m dripping into my briefs,” I tell her before I suction my lips around her clit.
“Fuck, Sebastian, I’m close already.”
“I know, baby. I know. You’re doing so good, giving me what I want.” I continue to lap at her roughly, knowing she’s close and knowing just what to do to push her over the edge. I bring my hand up, pushing two fingers inside her while I continue to flick my tongue against her clit rapidly.
“Fuck me,” she moans as she pulls at my hair harder.
“I will, baby. Goddammit, my dick is so fucking hard for you right now.” I drag my other hand over my covered dick, doing my best to calm it so I don’t explode the second I get inside her, but I can’t help it.
I’ve always gotten hard by just the scent of her, but putting my mouth on her wet pussy has always had the power to push me to the edge.
There have even been a few times when I’ve come just by eating her out alone.
Her body starts to shake, and then I hear a whimper and a soft cry, alerting me that she’s coming. “Oh my God, Wild, yes, yes, yes.” She pants as she spins her hips in a circle and rubs herself against me through the high of her climax.
I don’t give her a second to come down before I’m standing, and the sound of my pants and belt hitting the ground echoes through the tiny closet.
I lower my briefs, and a moment later, I have her picked up and hoisted against the door.
Her legs immediately wrap around my hips, and her arms go around my neck while I grip my dick to position myself at her entrance.
We’ve done this position a hundred times, so that even in the dark, we know this dance by heart.
My cock brushes against her softness at first, causing her to shudder in my arms before I push into her slowly, letting her feel every ridge of my dick inch by inch until I’ve bottomed out inside her.
Her face tucks into the side of my neck, holding me close while I begin slowly thrusting in and out of her.
Her back is pressed against the door while I grip her ass, allowing me to drill in deeper.
“What a perfect girl you are, taking my dick like this. Are you going to come all over my cock this time?”
“Fuck yes.”
I begin to fuck her harder in response, knowing that our time in here is dwindling. “I can’t wait to get you back to the hotel. This night is not fucking over. I need to fuck you while my eyes devour every inch of you. I hate that I can’t see your pretty face or your tits or cunt.”
“I know.”
The room is getting hotter, and sweat begins to bead at my temple. “But you have to come for me now.”
“It’s fine,” she moans. “Just come.”
“Not how it works,” I growl at her. “You come first.”
“I already came.” I can hear her whine like she’s trying to come, but it’s just out of reach. I know she’s probably in her head about how long we’ve been in here and the likelihood that people will be staring at us when we enter the room together, so it’s probably delaying her orgasm.
“I need you to do it again.” I move one of my hands up her body to wrap it around her throat and speak low in her ear. “Stop arguing with me. Do not worry about anything happening outside this closet. The only thing that matters is you and me, remember?”
“But…”
“You. And. Me,” I say, marking each word with a thrust. “Just like it’s always been. Your pretty pussy is squeezing my cock so hard. I know that means you’re close. Do you need some help?”
I can feel her head nod slowly, and I smile, knowing that all it’ll take is a few swipes over her clit to get her there.
I lean back, allowing my hand to get between us, and just as I thought, after rubbing her wet clit only a few times, she begins to shake in my arms. She presses her face into my shoulder, and I feel her teeth against the skin as she lets out a muffled moan. “Oh God.”
“There it is,” I say through shallow breaths because her orgasm triggered my own, and I already feel myself going over the edge. “Oh shit, Halle. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” I groan, louder than I intended, but at this moment, I don’t give a shit.
I come longer than usual, pumping rope after rope of cum into her, and for the first time, maybe ever, I wish that she was not on birth control so there was a chance she could get pregnant.
Then there would be no talks of other women or anything for bullshit optics or show because nothing would ever stop me from telling the entire fucking world I was the father to her baby.
“Go off the pill,” I grunt while I’m still going off inside her, and she gasps in response before letting out a whimper because I know she’s still sensitive.
“Just let me get you pregnant already, and then we can stop with all this bullshit.” My thrusts are finally beginning to slow, and despite the amount of cum that I emptied into her, I’m still hard.
“Sebastian,” she whispers as I slip out of her and set her on her feet. I keep my hands on her in case she’s still shaky when her hands cup my face. “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to knock me up to keep me,” she says with a chuckle.
“I know. I-I’m not. I just… want all of this shit to go away.”
“A baby won’t quiet everyone’s opinions,” she states. “They’ll still be there.”
I know that the unhinged plea was just a direct response to being on the edge of my climax, but the thought of a pregnant Saint has now taken up residence in the back of my mind, and I know this won’t be the last time those thoughts push me to an orgasm.
I run a hand through my hair, pushing the moisture from my forehead into it, and I know I need to go to the bathroom before I go back to the main room.
So does she. I pull up my pants and briefs, tucking my shirt into them just as she slowly opens the door.
My eyes squint as they adjust to the burst of light, and when I look at Saint, she’s looking at me through the same narrowed slits.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom. Just say I’m not feeling well because I’m going to be a minute depending on how all of this looks,” she says, pointing at her face and hair while squeezing her eyes together and opening them rapidly to help them get acclimated after being in the dark closet.
“You look gorgeous as always.”
“Okay, well, I’d prefer not to look freshly fucked,” she says while smoothing her hair down.
I’m grateful no one is up here because I didn’t even think about how it would look with us emerging from a closet.
Halle finds a bathroom upstairs, so I descend the stairs and make my way into the men’s room in the downstairs lobby.
I splash some water on my face, doing my best to scrub the overwhelming scent of Halle out of my beard even though I really did want to smell her on me for the rest of the night.
For the rest of my life, if I’m being honest. I run a hand through my hair again, thankful that it’s reverting to how it looked before Halle had her hands in it.
“And where’ve you been?” I hear from behind me, and then Dylan crosses the restroom to stand next to me. He stares at me in the mirror while he washes his hands with a knowing smirk on his lips.
“I had to take a call.”