Chapter 5 #2
I inputted the code to unlock the door leading to the private VIP section, not stopping until I’d reached our destination—a private bathroom.
I pushed the door open and flipped the light on.
A soft glow illuminated the dark blue walls and marble tile.
Emma spun around, taking it all in, but I kept my eyes fixed on her.
Trying to figure her out.
To understand why her touch only made me want more.
I stepped towards her. She took a tiny, automatic step back. I took another step forward, but this time, she held her ground. A thrill went through me at this little show of defiance. I caressed her face, running my thumb across her pink cheek.
“If I were smart, I wouldn’t have followed you in here.” Her words were a whisper against my skin.
“Are you afraid?” I leaned down far enough to rub my cheek against hers. To lick a line up her neck.
“No,” she breathed. “Maybe I should be.”
Low laughter rumbled through my chest. And then my hands were on her waist, lifting her onto the bathroom counter and stepping between her legs. She was wide open to me, tits straining against her dress with each heaving breath.
“You definitely should be, darling.”
Her eyes flared with heat and her legs tightened, pulling me flush to her body and sealing her fate.
I gripped the back of her neck and kissed her, hard. The whine that slipped from her lips spurred me on, building my arousal. My cock ached as I thrust my tongue into the wet heat of her mouth, stealing her sweetness until I was dizzy with it.
We were a blur of heat and sensation. Her fingers twisted in my suit jacket as she whispered Declan, and a deep craving rose within me to hear my real name from her lips.
My hands pressed under her skirt, kneading her soft thighs and slowly inching higher and higher. She gasped when I cupped her pussy, her sharp breath skating across my skin and driving my sense of urgency higher. I pressed the heel of my hand harder against her soaked panties.
“Oh, that feels—” Her words broke off with a cry that shot through my body like lightning.
I sucked a bare patch of skin on her shoulder, my mouth watering to taste all of her. “Look at you. So needy.”
For all my taunting, I was the desperate one.
I slipped my thumb under the lacy fabric and groaned at her wet heat.
I wanted to drop to my knees and taste her, to pull the cries from her pretty lips as I fucked her with my tongue until she was sobbing against the mirror.
I’d never felt so greedy for a woman, but I wanted to own Emma, to consume her, savor her.
I pressed hard kisses and bites against the soft skin of her neck and along her collarbone.
She smelled so fucking good—like vanilla and sea salt.
I licked a line between her tits, but it wasn’t enough.
My knuckles turned white at how tightly I gripped the counter.
I finally broke, giving into the urge to lower myself to the floor.
I’d never been on my knees before anyone…at least not because I wanted it. The vulnerability of it was dangerous, but as her fingers ran through my hair, I shivered with pleasure.
I should have told her to stop, to keep her hands on the countertop or, better yet, use my belt to tie them behind her back. My thin tether of control was close to fracturing, but as I pressed my face to the gusset of her underwear and breathed in deeply, I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
She tensed with a squeak, hands flying to her flushed cheeks. I growled and snagged her wrist, guiding her back to my hair.
“You have nothing to be shy about,” I said, my voice like gravel. “Let go. I own your body tonight. You don’t have to make any decisions. Just do what I say.”
Her lips parted, and it took her a moment to answer. “That’s it? Just do what you say?”
“Yes.”
Her chest shook with a silent laugh and her legs relaxed, spreading wider for me. “Okay, Declan. Have your way with me.”
I grinned, the expression unfamiliar on my face. “What good manners. So fucking polite when I’m about to eat your pussy.”
She blushed but kept her fingers in my hair, gently running them along my scalp.
I leaned into her touch, breathing in her scent as I again skimmed my nose across her panties.
She was dripping, her wetness leaking out and painting her inner thighs.
I licked her arousal off her skin, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to drown in her.
Just as I pulled her underwear to the side, mouth watering, a strange grumble filled the room. I glanced up to see her biting her lip.
“Sorry, just ignore that.”
The sound came again, and I realized it was her stomach.
I snorted. “Hungry?”
She groaned and covered her face with her hands. “I went to a super fancy restaurant for dinner and it was horrible. The portions were tiny and the food was so gross.”
I stood, the strange urge to laugh trapped in my chest as she peeked at me through her fingers. “Your stomach just interrupted my best work.”
She uncovered her face, hands going to my arms and holding tight. They were so small she could barely get a grip on my biceps. I flexed and her lips quirked, like she knew exactly what I was doing.
“Don’t leave,” she said. “Please.”
I twisted my hand in her hair and pulled, forcing her head back.
“Listen to you begging.” I sucked a patch of skin on her neck and her legs surrounded me again, pulling me into the cradle of her hips and pushing her skirt even further up her thighs.
“Your throat will be sore by the end of the night from all your desperate cries.”
She whined when I caught the edge of her panties and dragged them down her legs. She shifted her weight on the counter to help me pull the damp scrap of fabric to her ankles. I freed her thong and pressed it to my face, breathing in deeply.
“So fucking sweet,” I groaned.
She squirmed at my praise, and I cocked my head. Out in the club, she’d been bold and confident. Now, her flushed cheeks and wide eyes made her look almost shy.
I watched her closely as I cupped her ass, firmly pressing her bare pussy against my crotch. Her sharp inhale was pure arousal, banishing any traces of nervousness on her face. She ground her hips against me as she tried to get friction.”
“I bet you could come like this, rubbing that sweet pussy against my pants in the bathroom.”
She crashed her lips against mine. “More,” she bit out, fingers tangling in my hair.
“That’s it. Greedy siren,” I murmured between kisses.
I cupped her full breasts, squeezing and kneading with one hand, my other fixed on her hip as she arched into me.
My cock was like iron, leaking precum and straining to be inside her, but that would mean creating distance between us.
Seeing her fall apart just from grinding against me was currently the most important thing in my world.
Her little noises told me she was getting close.
“That’s it. So fucking responsive.”
She let out a frustrated sound in the back of her throat. “I need…”
I nipped her ear. “What do you need?”
“More. Touch me. Please.”
Next time she came, I’d make her work for it, but I was too caught up in her to make her wait. My thumb pressed hard against her clit. I cursed at how slick and warm she was.
“That’s it. Let me see you fall apart.”
Her fingertips dug into my arms and her eyes drifted shut, but I gripped her jaw tight, forcing her to look at me while her orgasm washed over her. Her luscious lips parted with a high-pitched cry, and I stole the sound with a molten kiss. Her cries belonged to me alone.
I worked her clit, dragging out her pleasure until the tension bled from her and she slumped against my chest.
My cock was still painfully hard, but for some reason, I wasn’t in a rush to fuck her. I’d never wanted to savor a woman before, but there was something different about Emma. I wanted to collect all her cries, to have her desperate and clinging to me like this for hours.
“Wow, that was…” Her face was still buried in my chest, and my mouth pulled up at the corner.
“I hope you have more stamina than this,” I teased, my fingers tangling in her hair and tugging her head back. “Because I’m not nearly done with you.”
She smiled and started to speak when the loud rumble of her stomach interrupted us again.
I slowly shook my head and took a step back. Her chin dipped.
“Sorry, I can’t help it,” she said, scrunching her nose.
I smirked and hooked my finger under her chin, tipping her head up. “Come on.” I didn’t give her a chance to argue before lifting her off the counter, giving her ass a hard squeeze, and pushing her to the door.
“What are—”
The loud music swallowed her words as we reentered the main room of the club. I tugged her to my side to shield her from roving eyes and hands. The strange urge to lock her in a cage gripped me. Something about Emma called to the deepest parts of me.
The humid night air enveloped us as we emerged onto the street. The lights cast a warm glow on everything, including the captivating woman in front of me. Her skin was like gold—shimmering in the low light.
“What are we doing?” Her lips skimmed my throat.
I glanced down at her shoes—black with a sharp high heel.
Our destination wasn’t a far walk, but the thought of her hurting herself on the uneven cobblestone streets was unacceptable.
I could order Sergey to bring the car around, but that opened up too many opportunities for questions—from Emma and from my men.
Anonymity was paramount.
Decision made, I swung her into my arms. She wrapped one arm around my neck with a gasp while the other held down her skirt.
“I’m not wearing underwear,” she hissed.
I chuckled, but made sure her dress was covering her as I carried her bridal style down the street.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“If I’m going to do my best work, I’m not going to have you distracted,” I said.
“And I have to be carried for this?”
“Ridiculous fucking shoes,” I muttered.