Chapter 32 #2
I kept the door open a crack and leaned against the inside frame.
And I waited…
I could hear the faint melody of the song that had been playing when I left the ballroom coming to an end, and my heart rate spiked in anticipation, almost as if I could sense her making her way toward me.
A few moments later, I heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor, the owner’s steps light and casual as they grew closer.
I stepped back into the shadows of the small space just in case, but when I saw a flash of red through the crack of the door, I stepped forward, opened it, and reached out.
My hand curled around her arm, and I yanked her into the closet before she could let out a full gasp of surprise, closing the door behind her.
“Wes?” I heard her breathe my name in the darkness.
I flicked on the dim overhead light inside the room, tilting my head with a wicked smirk. “Hi, Princess.”
“Why did you lea—”
I cut her off when I stepped forward and crushed my lips against hers as I backed her against the nearest wall. My tongue slipped past her lips, and she didn’t even hesitate to let me in, parting them in response with a quiet moan as I pressed my body against hers.
The kiss reminded me of our first in its roughness, but unlike that first time…it was far from hate-filled. It was still desperate, but in a way that felt like I was trying to engrave something into her with my lips alone.
My need for her at that moment became a physical necessity. I felt like if I didn’t have her, I was going to die. I needed to be with her. To remind her that I was there.
Not Corbin.
Not anyone else.
Me.
My hand reached down, slipping into the opening of the thigh-high slit and running up her leg.
“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy all goddamn night long,” I rasped against her lips.
I drew back just enough to look down at her in that gown.
“The way you look in this dress should be a fucking crime.”
“Wes,” she whimpered, half in protest, half in need.
I slid my hand higher as my eyes lifted back to hers. “Do you want me to stop?” My hand slipped right between her legs, rubbing her over the thin scrap of fabric that was her underwear.
She bit her lip to muffle her moan, dropping her head back against the wall. “N-No,” she stuttered, “but my d-date—”
“Don’t worry, Princess, you’ll get back to your fancy date. But when you do, it’s going to be with me dripping down your legs.”
The next sound she made was a gasp, and her eyes widened when she registered the sound of tearing fabric.
She looked down just as I pulled the torn thong out from under her dress and shoved what was left of it into the pocket of my suit jacket before crashing my lips against hers again as I lifted her leg to my waist.
Morgan moaned, reached down, and roughly tugged my belt loose before yanking the button of my pants open.
She worked me free, and when I felt her hand brush against my dick, I groaned against her lips.
I was already so hard, and it was a miracle I didn’t blow my fucking load right there from just her touch.
“If I didn’t know better…I’d say you’re jealous, Wes,” she panted teasingly against my lips.
“You show up with a date on your arm looking like this? You bet your sweet ass I’m jealous.
” My hand dipped back under the skirt of her gown through the slit in the fabric, sliding up her thigh.
“How were you expecting tonight to end, huh?” She moaned when I stroked a finger against her, and I had to bite back a growl at the way she was already dripping for me.
“Would you have gone home with him if he tried?”
“Maybe,” she breathed tauntingly.
A low, sardonic chuckle escaped me. “Wrong answer, Princess.” I slammed two fingers inside of her up to the knuckles, earning a moan from her that I had to muffle with another rough kiss as her hips lifted toward me from the welcomed intrusion.
I drew back just enough to feel her ragged breaths against my lips as I curled my fingers and rubbed my thumb against her clit.
“Because I own your pussy. I own the way it drips for me, the way it begs to be filled, stretched, and taken. The way it tightens around me. I have for the last year and then some. And deal or not, I’ll be damned if someone else is going to swoop in to try and fucking take what’s mine. ”
She ground her hips against my hand with desperate need. “Wes, please,” she whimpered.
“Please what, Princess? What do you need me to do?”
“Fuck me,” she breathed.
I pulled my fingers out of her and lifted her against the wall in a swift motion, wrapping her legs around me as I positioned myself at her entrance. “With pleasure.”
I didn’t wait another moment, burying myself inside of her with a single thrust. “Fuck,” I rasped as she dropped her head back and arched against me with a moan. She felt good from the moment I first had her, but this was on another level.
I pulled out to the tip before slamming back in, setting a rough and fast pace.
We didn’t have a lot of time for much less, but also because I couldn’t hold back, my cock throbbing with the need for a release only she could give me.
Her lips crashed against mine, and I groaned as she rolled her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust to chase her own release.
Sweat beaded my brow between the stifling confines of that small space and fucking her hard and fast. She drew back from my lips with a moan, curling her hand around the back of my neck and clinging to me as I pounded into her.
The sound of her ragged breaths and whimpers against my ear was nearly enough to undo me.
The way she responded to me had almost become Pavlovian in a sense…
a conditioned reaction that never failed to drive me fucking crazy.
I could feel her legs beginning to tremble around me as my hips pistoned into her, my movements becoming erratic when I sensed she was close. “Come for me, Princess,” I grunted. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Her orgasm crashed over her, and she arched and writhed against me as she tried to keep her moans of pleasure quiet.
I could feel every spasm of her around my cock from her release, and the sensation sent me right over the edge with one final thrust. Every muscle in my body went taut, and I dropped my head into the crook of her neck as I came with a gravelly groan.
My heart slammed against my chest as I panted through the haze of pleasure. I slowly lifted my head, my nose brushing against her cheek before I found her lips again, and the sounds of our shuddered breaths filled the small space.
“Wes…” She whispered against my lips, her hand still curled around the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes, resting my forehead against hers as the sexual, possessive fog began to lift. “Yeah?”
She hesitated a moment before speaking, her voice wavering with a hint of unease. “We just broke another rule…”