Chapter 18 #2
Giving into my pleas, he pulled one hand away, curving it around my lower back while the other swiped at my slick center.
“Avery, baby, all this for me? Just from a kiss?” He teased my entrance with his middle finger.
“Not just a kiss,” I whimpered.
“What is it then?” When his thumb ran over my clit, a shiver traveled down my spine.
Pulling my body forward, I tugged on the collar of his shirt, bringing his lips to mine. Instead of kissing him, I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth, and after a quick bite, my lips worked over his scruffy jawline, all the way down to his neck.
Looking him in the eyes, I hardened my voice and said, “I’m dripping for you, not only because you suck the life out of me with each kiss, but because being around you has the ability to destroy me.
I went from trying my hardest to deny you because I have responsibilities, to begging you to fuck me with your fingers while my client is in the next room. ”
He didn’t have to say anything back. Instead, he showed me he understood exactly what I needed from him.
His fiery touch.
His scent to attack my lungs.
The crook of his neck to invade my space so I could breathe him in so deeply I’d be dizzy as he drove his fingers into me.
As if he climbed into my mind himself, he played out my fantasy in real time. His body was so close to mine that his cedarwood scent filled my lungs, making me dazed and weak in my knees.
“Unlike last night, tonight you’ll be coming on my hand.” His words met his actions when he filled me with one strong digit.
“Yes,” I moaned into his neck.
His thumb flicked against my clit as he filled me with another finger. He moved his hand in the perfect way, as if he already knew my body with one touch.
My eyes drifted down, catching on the hardness behind his slacks.
The same stiffness that I’d rode out my orgasm on just twenty-four hours ago.
My hands, feeling a little greedy, slipped down to the front of his pants.
When I gripped his length, a hiss fell from his lips, only increasing the pressure in which he fucked me.
“Avery, I’m not going to blow a load in my pants like last night and still have to walk out of here,” he grunted through heavy breaths.
With a sultry voice, I said, “Then take your pants off.”
“No can do, baby. You’re coming on my hand and then we are getting the fuck out of here. So, respectfully, take your hand off my cock before I show you just how quickly you have the ability to make me come.”
“Please, just let me feel you for a minute. I want to take in how hard you are for me, and then I’ll take my hands off you.” I smirked.
“You have ten seconds to feel me up,” he demanded, unable to deny me.
Starting low, I gripped the base of his cock through his pants. Almost having a full hold on him, I moved my hand along the hard ridge one inch at a time until I reached the tip.
“You’re so hard, Spencer,” I moaned at the feeling of him curving his fingers just right into my pussy.
Gripping the root of my hair, he tipped my head back with heady eyes, grunting, “Times up.”
Deciding not to be a brat, I tore my hand away.
“Good girl,” he whispered against my ear before sucking my lower lip into his mouth.
I wanted this moment to last all night. Now that we were at it, I wished he whisked me away to his penthouse and not to the nearest place we could be alone.
His fingers were buried in my pussy on the verge of making me come, and all I could think about was how hard he felt in my hands and how I wanted to return the favor.
His lips tore away from mine.
“You’re close, baby, I can feel it. Come for me.” He hooked his fingers once again, hitting the spot that drove me wild.
“Yes, Spencer. Almost t-there,” I stuttered as I moved my hips over his hand.
With a few more strokes across my clit, my whole body tightened, feeling the wave of pleasure rush through me. I was coming undone, coating his fingers in my cum.
“Fuck.” My head tipped back, resting on the mirror behind me.
“You look so pretty when you come, Bella.” Spencer ripped his fingers away, the emptiness immediately making me miss him. “And you taste even better.” He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean of me, the look on his face completely satisfied as if he had just eaten a five-star meal.
We really needed to get out of here.
Not only so I could truly be alone with this man, but because we’d been occupying a bathroom for God knows how long. I was torn between telling my client I needed to leave or e-mailing him that I’d gotten sick and would refund him for the evening.
Deciding on the latter, I hopped off the counter, adjusted my dress, and stripped my ripped panties off. Just as I was about to toss them in the trash, Spencer insisted, “I’ll take those.” He snatched the ripped lace from my hands, stuffing them in his back pocket.
“Think we can get out of here unnoticed?” Unzipping my purse, I grabbed my tube of bright red lipstick, touching up what Spencer was currently wiping from his lips and neck.
“Hell, I’d be surprised if we didn’t get a look or two.” He chuckled. “Come on, I’ll go first.”
With more confidence than Tom Cruise himself, Spencer waltzed out of the bathroom with no fear of what anyone would think. Pulling me into his side, he looked down at me and whispered, “Don’t pay anyone any attention. Just look straight ahead and walk into the elevator with me.”
Doing as he said, luck was on our side when the elevator popped open within seconds of pressing the button. Once inside, I released the pent-up air in my lungs.
“Well, now that you’ve stolen me from work tonight, what’s the plan?” Standing on my tip toes, I gave him a peck on the lips.
I couldn’t tell you what was getting into me, but I found myself wanting to be affectionate with him in the ways you would be with a boyfriend. I wanted to walk around with him, hand in hand, so others knew he was mine.
Except, he wasn’t really mine, was he?
The elevator doors dinged, opening to the casino floor.
“We could go back to my place?” he offered.
“I figured we’d do that later … that is, if you want me in your bed like last night.”
The thought of being in his bed again, sleeping wrapped up in his embrace, talking until the early hours of the morning, and having access to the clothes I’d left behind, it all made me happy.
The type of happy that I wanted to chase and not let go of because my ex-boyfriend was making my life a living hell.
I deserved to be happy, and Spencer Russo was a real-life fairytale that women like me could only dream of having.
“I bought you more than enough outfits to get you by. Of course, I want you in my bed.”
I knew it.
It was just like leaving a toothbrush. He was trying to reel me in, and I was taking the bait.