Chapter 28 #2
“Mmm.” Dorran smirks up at me as he finger-fucks me faster, and presses the pad of his thumb over my clit. I can see my cum glistening on his lips and chin, and that drives me mad in a way I can’t explain.
He glances between my legs, and his gaze darkens to the point where it looks black when he whispers, “You’re dripping down my fucking fingers, Cignette. Christ, look at that compliant pussy stretching for me.” He increases his pace.
“Dorran…”
“You close?” he asks, his voice like dark velvet.
“Yes,” I breathe, and my body jerks against the wall. “Dorran, please.”
His gaze seers into mine. “Clench around my fingers,” he commands.
I do, and he in turn increases his speed.
A sharp moan rings out of me at the burning sensation that courses through my pussy, and Dorran chuckles.
“You’re so pretty like this, Little Swan – taking every bit of the pleasure I’m giving you.
” He curls his fingers inside me and continues fucking me with them.
“Come undone for me. Show me how you let go.”
And that does it for me. I press the back of my head against the wall, arch further against it, and tremble as my orgasm takes over.
My clit throbs, and heat pulses through my center.
My ears buzz, and my vision turns spotty.
I close my eyes and scream Dorran’s name – completely blatant as I express how he makes me feel, and what he does to me.
He pulls his fingers out of me, grabs my hips, and brings his mouth back on my pussy. He all but laps on my sensitive core, and eats me out with crazed resolution.
His tongue flicks my slit, and every other second, he makes a husk-like noise in the back of his throat that’s so fucking hot.
He pulls at my still-sensitive clit, grazes his teeth over it once, then moves back, takes my leg off his shoulder, and gets to his feet.
“Fucking come here,” I grit out, and fist the lapels of his suit jacket before pulling him to me and crashing our mouths together.
Dorran laughs against my lips, then opens them for me and kisses me back in a frenzy. The salt-like taste of my cum, mixed with Dorran’s hot breaths, drives me wild. I fist his hair and push his face closer to mine as I take his tongue between my lips and start sucking it.
Dorran grunts, then pulls back and grabs my jaw in a firm grip. “Open your mouth,” he orders.
I scan his face. His pupils are flared, and the sharp angles of his cheekbones are flushed a lovely shade of red.
I press my knee against his rock-hard cock, then slowly part my lips for him.
Dorran pushes his length against me and leans in before spitting in my mouth. He then stretches my neck and cups the side of it, places a thumb directly over my throat, and smirks down at me. “Swallow it.”
I do – hard enough that I feel the press of his thumb in the process.
He spits into my mouth again, then slides his tongue over mine as he kisses me.
I moan and fist his hair tighter, and when he slides his tongue out, saliva and cum strings between our mouths before dropping onto my chin.
“I wanna taste you,” I tell him honestly. “God, I want you in my mouth, Dorran.”
He groans and licks my chin, and I feel him getting harder against me. “That so?” He wraps his fingers around my throat and squeezes. “Does this trigger you?” he asks, and I know it’s because of the imprints my mom had left on me.
I shake my head, because really, I hadn’t even thought about it until he’d pointed it out just now. But then again, I lose the ability to care about everything else when him and I are together, so it’s only natural to forget.
“It doesn’t, no,” I answer.
“You sure?” he confirms.
I nod. “Yes.”
He smirks. “Good, because I absolutely love how your pulse beats against the callouses on my fingers.” He squeezes my throat further, making me gasp.
“Kiss me while you choke me,” I croak out. “I want you to feel how my breaths stutter for you.”
Dorran’s chest heaves as he stares at me. “Jesus Christ, woman; you’re going to be the end of me.” He presses his lips to mine, and maintains a firm hold on my throat as he opens me for him and kisses me feverishly.
I bring a hand over his belt buckle and start to undo it, and run my other hand up and down his straining cock.
“You’re so fucking hard for me, Ledger,” I whisper against his lips. “Tell me, do you want your dick in my mouth?”
“You fucking know I do,” he hisses. “Pull me out, Little Swan. Look at what you do to me.”
I bite my bottom lip and start stroking him from over his pants. “Do you wanna come down my throat?” I ask him. “Or do you want it dripping down my face?”
“Cig–”
“I think I’d rather you cream my already wet cunt with your release,” I say, and squeeze his base, making him arch into me. “Have it flowing down my ass and thighs.”
Dorran grits his teeth and starts fucking my hand. “I’m going to make yo–”
“Ledge?”
It takes Dorran only a brief moment to lift my dress over my exposed breast and swivel in the direction the voice had come from. It happens so fast, that I barely have time to brace myself against the metaphorical avalanche that has collapsed over me – instantly ridding me of my state of arousal.
I fix my dress’s straps and turn, only to find Jayce glancing between Dorran and I with a scrutinizing expression on his face. Alex is next to him, and looks just as disheveled as I feel right now. When our eyes meet, he gives me a knowing smirk, and I can’t help but wink at him in return.
“What is it?” Dorran asks Jayce, who looks uncertainly in my direction.
“She knows,” Dorran tells him, and Jayce whirls on him in surprise.
“What the fuck?” he hisses. “You can’t just give out the kill names, Dorran! The hell is wrong with you?”
Dorran grits his teeth and takes a step toward him. “Let’s not do this again, shall we? You know she’s an exception.”
Something in my chest tugs at his words, and when I glance at him, he subtly brushes a hand against mine.
“And if she rats us out?” Jayce questions. “Will she still be an exception?”
“Rat you out to who?” I find myself asking.
The boys look at me, and I scoff. “You think I give a shit about these people?” I say. “For everything they’ve been doing to those women, these elites deserve more than death. If anything, I’d like to help if I can.”
“What can you possibly assist us with?”
“Babe.” Alex glares at Jayce in warning.
“Guys.”
We divert our attention towards the voice, and find Varsha making her way to us.
“Tomas is here,” she informs, then gives me a curt nod. “Cignette.”
I give her a smile. “Hey.”
“What’s the status on him?” Dorran asks.
“He’s called Andres’s cell a couple of times, and appears a bit agitated,” Varsha says. “If we don’t move quickly, he might leave.”
Dorran nods, then bends to grab my clutch from the floor before handing it to me.
“You good to go back to the ballroom?” he asks me.
I take my clutch from him, then bite the inside of my cheek. “I kinda don’t want to,” I tell him, then suggest something that shocks not only him and the crew, but also myself.
“Can I…join you guys?”
Maybe it’s the lack of alcohol in my veins, or the high from the orgasm I just had. Or maybe it’s the cold around me that’s making me this bold. Either way, one thing’s for sure: I’ve lost my shit. Completely.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” Jayce says, at the same time Dorran chimes, “Fuck yeah.”
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Alex mutters, then runs a hand over his messy hair.
Varsha simply looks amused as she glances at everyone.
Dorran sighs and looks at me. “Stay here if you don’t wanna go back,” he tells me, then tilts his head to the side. “Alex and Varsha can keep you company while I’m gone. That sound okay?”
I fix the collars of his jacket and shirt, then give him a reluctant nod.
Maybe he’s right; maybe I should stay back. But wouldn’t it be great to witness what he does?
“You’ll stay right
here, Cignette,” Dorran presses. “Understood?”
I click my tongue. “Loud and clear, sir.”
He fights a smile as he assesses me, so I rise on my tiptoes and press a kiss on his lips.
“Stay safe, okay?” I whisper.
He grins. “Never. But I’ll try for you.”
“I’m serious, Dorran.” I kiss him again. “Please.”
His expression softens. “Okay.” He steps away from me and joins Jayce, and I watch as the two of them turn around the corner before heading into a different part of the hallway.
“Alright, then.” Alex slumps onto the floor and presses his back to the wall. He then looks up at me and offers me a hand. “Sit with me, Cigs,” he says. “I can call you that, right? Or does Little
Swan apply to all of us?”
I laugh, and Varsha chuckles. As I lift my dress and settle down next to Alex, she does the same against the wall opposite me.
“I’m pretty sure Ledge will have your ass if you call Cignette ‘Little Swan’ in his presence,” she states.
Alex hums. “Then I’ll definitely do that,” he sasses. “He’s irresistible when he’s angry.” He gives me a wink. “You should see him when he’s in the zone. He could give Leatherface a run for his money.”
I tip my head back and laugh again, but this time, it’s louder, lighter. And for the first time in my life, I feel like I truly belong somewhere. It’s something I don’t wanna let go, not when I’ve only just found it.