9. June
9
JUNE
H e drops my dress back into place and spins around so he’s behind me now, and we look like any other normal couple. It’s a good thing, too. A pair of ancient seniors walk in. We might have given them matching heart attacks.
They follow elevator convention and turn around to face the doors after giving us smiles and curt nods, so Anderson takes the opportunity to raise my dress in the back enough to slide his hand over my ass. Oh my god. I take a stiff breath in. I have to hold still, or they’ll know, and he is making it impossible, the pervert.
I am marrying a pervert who likes to play in public. My stomach ties in knots, and I can’t tell if I’m into this or not, but parts of me like it. A low-down throb makes my vision fuzzy.
More people walk in, but this time, Anderson doesn’t stop. He merely holds still. Their view of us is mostly blocked by the little old couple. I hope.
Once they turn around, his fingers slide into my underwear again and traipse between my thighs from behind. One enters me. There’s no resistance. I’m so damn wet right now. I try to shudder subtly, but he is a man of many talents, and I am too wound up. Goosebumps break out all over, and if anyone turns around, they’ll see … something. I don’t even know what. My nipples pebble and press against my dress. Thank God it’s black, so things are less noticeable in case someone looks.
Anderson’s newly wet fingertip glides around until he skirts around the other hole. Oh god. He ’ s not—yes, he is.
I can’t breathe. His fingertip has entered me in a way he never has before, and it’s all I can do, not to moan loud enough for everyone to hear me. I cough just to relieve some of the tension in my chest. But his fingertip is still up my ass, and I am about to squirm for him.
People file out when the door opens again, and then we’re alone. But who knows for how long? Thankfully, the last floor is ours, and he releases me just in time for us to get out. The moment we’re out, though, he backs me against the wall and kisses me until my toes curl. Then he snatches my hand and drags me down the hall.
Two can play at this game.
I give him a shove to the wall and pounce on him, taking his mouth for my own. He growls as I bite his bottom lip and pull back. Then he turns my back to the wall and presses himself against me. His hard cock nudges me down low, making me shiver hard again. Between kisses and bites, he murmurs, “I’m fucking you tonight. Not the other way around.” Then he backs off and holds me at the small of my back, directing me to the room he clearly knows so well.
As soon as we’re in, it’s on. Anderson drops the bag and kneels in a flash, pushing me against the back of the door. It’s still dark in the room, but I can’t reach the light. Not with him dipping beneath my dress face first. I don’t even care that it’s dark. Not when he’s in a mood like this.
Anderson unclips my thigh highs and pulls my underwear off over them. They puddle at my feet, and he slides them from my ankles, flinging them somewhere. He lifts my leg over his shoulder and opens me up to him. His tongue glides over me, and I groan, digging my head against the door. I have to hang onto something, or I’ll fall, so I settle on the door handle and his head beneath my dress. As soon as I make contact with him there, he growls on my clit.
“Mm, fuck, baby, that’s?—"
And that is when his fingers enter the picture. While he sucks on my clit, his fingers stroke up and down me. It’s such a fucking tease not to let them slide in, especially after how he touched me in the elevator. I’m not sure when the last time was that I was this wet. My knees threaten to buckle, but I know he has me. He’s gotten stronger every day. I am less worried about hurting him now. Saturday night was a good trial run. Now, I’m excited to get back to the way things were.
Or to make them even better than before.
A finger enters me, pressing into my spot the way I like—right in time with his tongue on my clit. Filthy curses pour out of my lips. It’s too good. This is far more pleasure than any one person has a right to, and yet, it’s all mine. I grip his hair through my dress for purchase. Heat pools in my belly, and every part of me throbs. My thighs tremble from his work, and if the lights were on, I might see double.
Another finger joins the first, and I’m so fucking close. “Anderson, I need you to fuck me!”
But he says nothing. He is a man on a mission.
I whimper, wanting to come on his cock so damn bad that I’m losing my control. The second finger slides out, though, and for that disappointment, I flat-out whine. “What are you?—"
That finger slides up my ass, and I lose it, erupting on his mouth, his fingers—both of them. That bonus stimulation takes my breath away, and I know anyone in the hall can hear me cry out his name. And that only turns me on more.
Only after I’m coming down does he pull back from my clit. Anderson rasps, “You taste so fucking good that I need to go again.”
“What?” I chirp.
But he answers by suctioning onto me there. His fingers work me over harder, and I can’t stop to breathe, much less think. My insides curl to meet his every whim, like I’m a puppet on his hand. I can’t stand properly—I’m too hunched over. Need something. I don’t even know. But I smack the door, shaking in frustration.
“Ander—Anderson, I can’t breathe?—"
“N-no-need,” he mumbles on my clit. He said he wasn’t going to go easy on me. He meant it.
My wetness runs down the inside of my thighs. Everything coils around his touch, begging for more while I’m trying to keep my head. I am just about boneless right now, and I don’t want to fall onto him. That might actually do some damage. “Baby, I?—"
But he hooks his fingers in me, and I shatter on him, coming so hard that I start to slide down the door. He props me up, though, and stops me from toppling over. And he stops me from stopping.
Anderson’s gone from suck to nibble, pulsing his firm chin against my clit, and his stubble grinds into me there. I scream, “Too much!” Does he stop? No.
The man has no mercy in his bones.
I am rocking on his face, dying to come again, both for him and for me. I can’t stop. This is too good, and the next orgasm might kill me, but I don’t rightly care. Not now. Not when I’m climbing higher than I ever have before. I sob his name, and he keeps at me, unrelenting and determined to let everyone on our floor know what’s happening right now.
Every muscle in my core locks tight, and breathing is a thing of the past. A relic of miserable times when I used to think oxygen mattered. I know better now. All I need is Anderson on me.
It starts as the crest of a rollercoaster’s first hill, and the drop is a sharp pleasure that steals all thought. There is nothing left of me now. Only this climax. Only this moment. And then the next one. A third piggybacks off the second, and some muscle deep inside releases alongside my ultimate ecstasy. A breathless scream peals out of me as I gush on his face. My lungs attempt to force air back into them, and the pressure almost hurts, but nothing can take me from this bliss.
I can’t recall what I was so stressed out about anymore. All I know is Anderson’s mouth, Anderson’s chin, Anderson’s fingers. They gradually, reluctantly pull away from me, and I melt against him as he stands up to kiss me. His lips taste like I do, and I have never wanted that flavor more in my life. His strength is the only thing keeping me on my feet right now. His power. He loves me more than I knew possible, but right now, I am little more than his toy for the night.
And that is exactly what this is. His passion flows in his touch, his kiss. I feel utterly adored. Cherished beyond measure. There are no more games between us. No more lies. I am going to marry this man. I am going to give him babies. I am going to devote myself to his absolute happiness, all because he is even more devoted to mine.
Anderson West is my match, and I am his until the end of time.
His hands slide up my thighs, deftly unlatching the garter belt straps. His voice climbs low and deep, steel on gravel. “I need you on my?—"
“Turn down service,” some guy says behind the door as he knocks.
We both startle. There is no way I’m letting him in here right now. I feel Anderson’s smirk against my neck as he projects his voice a bit. “Be right there.”