8. Sofia
8
SOFIA
W e’re isolated in some kind of storage room with discarded furniture and props from forgotten parties. The humming of voices and music beyond the locked door might well be coming from a galaxy away for all I know. Everything is surreal, for sure. Yet the only thing that counts is that we are here. All the rest is background noise and backdrop decor for what’s about to happen. Goosebumps spread all over my skin as anticipation makes my heart hammer inside my chest.
“We’re doing this? Right here?” I breathe out.
“Only if you really want us to.” Ray offers me the wickedest smile in response.
His face is barely visible under the faint glow of the Christmas lights outside the panoramic windows. But his intentions couldn’t be cleared as his fingers move up my thighs, under the skirt of my dress, until they find the elastic of my panties. They remain there as he waits for my reply. At the same time, his dominance pours out of him in waves. He might be kneeling but I don’t question who’s in charge here. Ray is. And the submissive in me wants to come out to play so fucking badly right now.
“I do,” I moan because the desire to surrender to him has just multiplied by a million. “Sir.”
I don’t care where we are.
I don’t mind if we get caught.
I just want to feel Ray’s hands all over me.
“Good girl,” he praises, yanking the panties off my body in one swift movement. “Eyes on me.”
He keeps me pinned to the wall with his stern gaze as his fingers play with my body. One hand glides over my hip to caress my ass cheeks, inching closer to my tiniest hole as the other cups my sex.
“So fucking wet, pet. You ready for me?”
I have trouble answering because he’s got one index finger sliding inside my ass while the other taps my hard clit. When he stops moving, I know that’s because he wants to hear my words.
I force my foggy brain to cooperate. “Yes, sir,” I whisper, fighting to keep my eyes from rolling back into my skull. I wouldn’t dare break eye contact despite the waves of pleasure surging deep inside me.
“Don’t come until I tell you to.”
To obey his order I shift my focus to the sounds floating in from the wedding reception happening mere feet away. Instead of cooling me, it makes me more aware of the danger of being caught in a compromising situation. The thrill of it is like pouring gasoline on a raging fire. I squirm and gasp under Ray’s expert hands, moaning as more heat pools in my sex.
He inhales deeply, leaning until his lips touch the silk of my dress right over my pussy. I brace myself for an avalanche of pleasure as I imagine he’ll kiss me there.
Instead, he groans, his eyes never leaving mine, “Love your scent. Can’t wait to taste you.”
His fingers move frantically now, rubbing and probing my ass and sex. I fist my right hand and sink my teeth into it to stifle the moan ripping my chest. My knees buckle, and dark spots cloud my vision.
Ray grins, withdrawing his hands from my trembling body to bunch the silk of the skirt. He holds it around my waist and growls, “Come for me.”
I obey, sinking my fingers in the tight muscles of his shoulders as he drinks my pleasure. “God,” I moan softly, careful not to attract attention to us while Ray flicks my clit with his tongue.
His lips suck my tender flesh, creating new ripples of pleasure. The harder he devours me, the stronger the next orgasm becomes. I lose count after the third searing release he gifts me.
I gasp for air and fight to keep my eyes open because Ray’s gaze never leaves mine. He scans my face, registering each reaction, adjusting his pace to my needs. I’ve never had a partner as generous yet as dominant as this man. And I don’t think I ever will.
But now isn’t the time to wonder about the future.
Seize the moment , I say to myself, floating down from another climactic height.
He begins to slow down the rhythm of his lips and tongue on my body.
I comb his hair away from Ray’s forehead. “Let me take care of you, sir,” I ask, jutting my chin toward the front of his black slacks. “Please.”
The bulge there has extended the soft material of his slacks to its limits. His erection must be painful against the metal teeth of the zipper.
He stands up, leaning his forehead against mine for a heartbeat as he inhales deeply a couple of times. Our eyes remain locked, but my peripheral vision detects a thick vein pulsing in his jaw.
Glad to know I have this effect on him. Just like he has on me.
“I’ve got a better idea.” He kisses the tip of my nose and takes a step.
Taking my hand, he guides me to a corner of the room where a grand piano stands. His long fingers wrap around my waist, lifting me onto the closed lid without effort. The cool wood presses against the fevered skin of my butt, and I realize my skirt is again bunched up around my hips.
He holds my chin up as his eyes travel down my body, stopping for a moment on my sex. It’s hidden now that I’m pressing my legs together, trying to control the trembling down there.
He shakes his head, releasing my face. “Such a bad girl, hiding yourself from me. Spread them. I want to see what I do to you.”
I do as I’m told, and his scorching gaze sends more shivers down my body. His smile illuminates his face.
Leaning, he presses his lips to mine. My taste on him is so decadent, so sexy, I moan inside his mouth. He chuckles and whispers, “You know what bad girls get?”
“No, sir,” I groan in response as his fingers sink into my thighs, spreading them wider.
“Bad girls get a long, hard fuck,” he murmurs, winking as he slides down the zipper of his slacks and frees his cock.
I wet my lower lip at the sight of the large purple head. His long, beautiful erection juts upward proudly. Thick veins throb, and my own folds quiver in synchronized movements. I swallow hard, anticipation coiling inside me when Ray tears the wrapper of a condom with his teeth and sheaths himself.
He rubs his shaft along my folds, coating himself in my pleasure. “Hold on tight.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He groans as he thrusts his hips forward, filling me up to the hilt. It’s been a while for me since I last had sex. And he is large, so I expect some discomfort. But his hands roaming over my body ignite a fire that I can’t want to control. Neither do I want to. I relish the sensation of being stuffed to the brink of pain.
He kisses a trail up my neck until his lips are on mine. His tongue invades me, inviting me to dance, twisting and swirling. I arch into him, giving in to the hunger that’s been building between us all night. His touch is everywhere, relentless and possessive. I’m drowning in him, in the taste of him mingling with the remnants of my pleasure still coating his mouth.
His touch is demanding but also steady and sure, grounding me even as he takes me apart.
I toss away the role-playing, reaching for him and pulling him closer. “I need to feel every inch of you, Ray. I want to lose myself in the way you make me feel alive.”
“Right back at you, gorgeous,” he grunts, speeding up his thrusts.
Our movements grow frantic, our breaths mingling as we give in to the pull that’s been simmering beneath the surface since that moment I opened the door to him a couple of days ago.
Now, I tug at his shirt, my hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest over the soft fabric. He lets out a low growl, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me closer, aligning our bodies with a precision that feels electric. Tension escalates in my muscles as pleasure accumulates.
“Not. Able. Hold. Out,” I gasp each word as his hard body slams against mine.
“Almost,” he groans, sliding his palms under my ass, lifting me and crushing me against his chest.
Two more pumps of his erection inside me, and my head rolls over my shoulders. My ears buzz, and I gulp for air as I announce, “Gonna. Come.”
“Do it!”
We orgasm together in a blur of heat and sensations, our bodies moving in sync like we’ve been doing this forever. He kisses me deeply, his hands finding every sensitive spot, every place that makes me forget everything but this moment. Nothing matters except Ray and me right now.
The piano shudders beneath me when he settles me back on it. The instrument is the only witness to the intensity of the passion that burns us, to the way we lose ourselves in each other, in the need that has been building for years, unresolved and undeniable.
I clutch at him as he drives me closer to another earth-shattering release.
“Ray!” His name slips from my lips in a breathless whisper, mingling with our shared breaths.
And when we shatter for the last time, the world falls away.
Moments later, as we come down to reality, I can’t help but wonder what’s changed in Ray—what kind of darkness lies behind the gorgeous face of the man he’s become.
He helps me down the piano and I take a moment to steady my trembling legs as I watch him straighten his clothes.
I want to ask him if we’ll see each other again but I don’t dare say a word.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead before turning to leave.
At the doorway, he glances back. My chest tightens, and I hold my breath. But he steps out.
My heart stutters, and I exhale sharply. I’m not sure if I’m afraid of what I might find if I get closer to Ray or if I fear I won’t get the chance.