30. Devious Dalliances #3
“Yes. Here. Don’t play with me, Cerise. Take. Them. Off.” His pupils were blown as his eyes slowly raked down my body.
I bit my lip as a little thrill ran through me. I was locked in a room with the most amazing man I’d ever known, being ordered around. And I loved it. I wanted more of it. Reaching beneath the slit of my dress, I began to shimmy out of them.
“Lift your dress higher, I want to see.”
I did as he ordered, lifting the skirts high enough so he could see everything as I removed the black lace set I wore. He licked his lips and groaned as I set my underwear on the arm of a nearby chair. He took a couple steps forward.
“Turn around and keep your dress lifted in the front.”
I did as he said. My pulse sped up when I saw we were both facing the full-length mirror.
He closed in behind me, flush against my back. Moving the hair off my shoulder, he kissed my neck, murmuring into my skin, “You wore your hair down…”
“Yes,” I gasped when his teeth grazed my shoulder.
His eyes lifted, meeting mine in the reflection. “Why?”
“Because you like it that way,” I whispered.
He grinned, wrapping it around his fist, and tugged, returning to his ministrations along my neck and shoulder as his other hand skimmed my body and moved low, cupping my aching pussy.
“Ohhh,” I moaned when a finger slid through the wetness that had pooled between my thighs.
“So fucking wet for me,” he growled into my ear.
I whimpered.
“You’re going to have to be quiet.”
I nodded, already gasping as he began to work my clit in slow circles. My head fell back against his shoulder and I closed my eyes.
“No, beautiful. Open your eyes. I want you to watch.” He released my hair and gripped my chin, tilting my head down so I faced our reflection in the mirror.
My entire face was flushed, my chest rising and falling. Liam’s expression was wild with desire and determination, his pupils wide, his hair a mess from when I had tugged on it as he watched me over my shoulder.
A finger slid inside me. I gasped as he curled it and began to pump. I was so wet, the noises were obscene as he worked me over.
“I’m going to make you come so hard that’s all you’ll be able to think about the rest of the evening.”
I couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped my lips at his words. He clamped a hand over my mouth as he added another finger and began to pump harder, grinding the palm of his hand into my clit. “If you can’t be quiet, I’ll make you.”
Yes, please. Make me, I wanted to say. Tell me what to do. I’m yours.
My knees were weak and my whole body trembled as I was brought to the precipice, so quick I almost screamed. But he slowed, moving more gently as he teased my clit softly again, pulling me away from the edge.
I bucked in frustration and he chuckled against my neck. “Impatient. We have time. Don’t worry.”
He continued to tease me, increasing his speed, then slowing until I was a whimpering mess. Every nerve ending was on fire, every cell in my body a live wire. I would surely combust. Burn up into nothing but ash.
“Liam,” I groaned beneath his hand. He moved it so I could speak. “Pleaaasee…” I moaned. The sound didn’t even seem like it came from me. “I need to come. Oh gods, please.”
“Fuck, I love it when you beg.”
He shoved his fingers deeper, pumping hard, the heel of his hand providing the perfect friction. His other hand moved back to my mouth to silence me as I did my best to hold in my scream.
“Watch yourself as you come, beautiful. Look how wet you are.” He ground his erection against my backside as his hand moved faster, harder. “Do you feel how hard I am? That’s what you do to me. Now look into my eyes, Cerise. And come.”
My pleasure crested, everything unraveling as my orgasm hit me so suddenly my knees buckled.
Liam released my mouth and wrapped his arm around my torso, holding me upright and dragging us to the closest chair.
He sat me in his lap, spreading my legs with his knees, as he continued working me through the entirety of my release.
“That’s it. Gods, you’re fucking stunning. Let go, Cerise.”
I reached behind me and plunged a hand into his hair, gripping tight, my body bowing. Liam groaned. My head fell back against him as indecent whimpers left my lips. He slowed, working me through the aftershocks as I trembled on top of him.
Finally, he released me. We both lay there, panting, unable to speak. But I knew we had little time before we had to rejoin the world.
I stood on wobbly legs and dropped my dress, scanning for my panties. They had fallen on the floor. I leaned over to grab them, but Liam was quicker and swiped them off the carpet with a mischievous grin, shoving them into his pocket.
“Liam! Give those back.”
He shook his head and his smile grew. “I’ll see you later,” he said, glancing at his watch. “You’ve got five minutes until your mother’s speech.”
Then he left. I stood there, panting and staring at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Had I really let a colleague finger me in a random room at the awards gala?
Yes. Yes, I had. And I didn’t regret it.