under the lights #2
I keep moving my foot up and down her leg. It’s so subtle no one would notice it, but I can see the way she tightens her grip on her glass each time I move. Such a simple thing is so dangerous with an audience here. I wish I could pull her into my lap and see how wet she is for me right now.
I could lose it right here every time I see her bite that lip. She wants me too.
Dinner seems to drag on forever. The food, the clinking of silverware, the constant stories Matt interjects with—it’s all blending into a haze. I try to focus, but I can’t stop staring at Addison.
I need to get out of here. I head out to the lobby where the air’s a little cooler. I breathe easier, but it’s not enough.
I pull out my phone and type out a reckless message. I don’t even care about being subtle. I just want her. I need her.
Me: Need some air. If you need some too, I’m in room 8063.
I booked a room tonight because I didn’t feel like heading back to my flat after the event. Most of the lads have done the same. It was easier than going home, and I think many of them plan to continue the party after the event is over.
I jab the button for the lift with more force than necessary, glancing at my phone as the message to her goes through.
By the time the lift doors close, my head tips back against the wall, and I shut my eyes.
All I can picture is her body pressed into mine, with that fucking dress pooled around her ankles.
I’m hard already, just imagining her in here with me, pinned against the wall, moaning my name in that wrecked voice.
And I don’t even know if she’ll see my message or accept it. She might think it’s too suspicious, both of us slipping away from the gala. Though now that dinner is done and everyone is dancing and partying, they likely wouldn’t even notice us gone.
Once I step into the hotel room, I head right into the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face, trying to calm the nerves tightening in my chest.
Then there’s a knock at the door.
I know it’s her. It’s soft—almost tentative—and it feels like I’m already moving towards the door before it even finishes.
I pull the door open and there she is. Neither of us speaks for a second. We just stare at each other, the weight of the evening pressing down hard. The hours of staring, of not being able to touch each other, all right between us.
I step back without a word and let her in. The second the door clicks behind her, I reach for her, dragging her against me like I’ve been starved.
I tilt her chin up and kiss her, deep and slow. A kiss that’s frustration and relief all in one. She lets out this tiny whimper that absolutely shatters me, and then she presses her body to mine like she needs me just as much.
“You have no idea,” I growl against her mouth as my hands run over her hips, “what you’ve done to me tonight. All fucking night.”
“I think I have some idea,” she says breathlessly as she reaches down and grabs my hardened dick through my suit trousers.
A low groan rips from my chest, and I’m backing her against the wall. My hands roam her entire body, because now, I finally can touch her.
Addison drops to her knees in front of me, looking up with that teasing smile that nearly wrecks me right there.
She tugs at my belt, working me free with a confidence that makes me groan low in my throat.
She not only hears it—she thrives on it.
She flashes a devastating little smirk before easing me into her mouth.
“Jesus,” I mutter, head falling back against the wall. Her tongue moves slowly, teasing me like she’s determined to ruin me. Her mouth—hot and wet and perfect—makes my whole body shudder. I actually have to grip the doorframe behind me to stay upright.
“Fucking hell, Addison,” I moan, voice hoarse.
I look down, because how could I not? And the sight of her on her knees, still in that satin gown, still wearing that necklace, doing this to me—it undoes something deep inside me.
She’s so fucking gorgeous it actually hurts.
She takes me even deeper, until I’m growling her name, completely wrecked by her.
“Stand up,” I rasp. She rises, lips swollen, eyes dark. I pull off my necktie and loosen my collar. “Come here.”
I gently take her wrists and bind them with the tie. The coat hook on the back of the door creaks as I loop the makeshift restraint over it, guiding her arms up over her head. She doesn’t look away from me. Not even for a second.
I have no idea how I haven’t painted that beautiful dress already.
“Oliver,” she whimpers, already undone before I’ve even touched her.
I press a kiss just beneath her ear and feel her shudder. “You look unreal like this,” I admit against her skin. “So beautiful. So fucking mine.”
She nods, letting out a small whimper.
“Say it, Addison.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps.
My hands smooth up her thighs, slow and reverent, and when I find thin lace between her legs, I push against it. She gasps as my hand slides up between her legs.
“You’re soaked for me,” I murmur, accent thick, voice guttural. “Been wanting this all night, yeah?”
“Oliver,” she moans softly, as my fingers slide in and out of her. I can see her wanting to reach for me, but the restraints hold her back. She fights them, and she loves them. And I love watching her unravel herself for me.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” I say, my voice hoarse.
She shakes her head immediately. “Don’t you dare.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Oh, god,” she moans, writhing and squirming in ecstasy.
“That’s my good girl,” I groan, my dick fucking throbbing with longing. “Take everything from me. It’s all yours.”
I stare at her—my beautiful, brilliant girl bound to my hotel door—and I swear I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.
“You might be tied up, but you’re the one in control here,” I say, voice low. “What do you want, Addison?”
“I… want… you,” she pants, gasping over each word.
Holy fucking shit, I could come just hearing her say that. This woman makes me fucking feral.
I quickly roll on a condom and thrust into her in one hard stroke.
“Fuck,” she cries into my neck.
“You want me?” I rasp, hips driving deep.
“Yes,” she moans.
“You’ve got all of me. Every fucking inch.”
My eyes darken, and then I’m ramming in and out of her against the door. Every shift of her hips, every shaky breath she takes is like fuel to me. It’s like she’s set me on fire from the inside out. She instinctively wraps her legs around me, pulling me in even deeper.
“Look,” I rasp out, tilting her chin toward the mirror mounted on the wall. Her eyes meet mine in the reflection, and the sight of her like that nearly undoes me. “Look at what’s real, Addie,” I whisper against her skin.
Her mouth parts in a cry as I drive into her harder, hips slamming against hers.
I slide one hand up to her throat, my fingers resting firm but not tight around her neck. It’s restraint, keeping her where I want her, but the pressure isn’t painful—just enough. And the moment she realizes, her head tips back slightly, eyes fluttering, and that sound….
A guttural, raw cry tears through her chest, rocketing straight into mine. God, it’s filthy, desperate, and I can feel it as it runs down my body, making my cock throb. I swear the sound alone could make me spill every ounce of myself inside her.
I keep moving, my hand firm around her neck, guiding her, keeping her flush against the door. Her moans get louder, more ragged, her body writhing as her hips jerk against mine.
She shudders beneath me, tied and squirming. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls, composing the most beautiful symphony of heat and surrender.
“Fuck, Addie,” I groan, collapsing inside her. “Holy fuck.”
I swear I’ve never felt anything so powerful in my life.
I untie the knot at her wrists carefully, even though a small, selfish part of me wants to keep her bound here, all mine for just a little longer. The tie slips from her wrists, and before I can grip it, she snatches it from my hand.
“I’ll be keeping this, Captain,” she says, cheeks flushed.
I grin, rolling my sleeves back down, still breathless. “It’s all yours.”
I’m all yours too.