Chapter Twenty-two #2
It’s our own little world, with the twinkling lights strung above us and the sound of our steps the only noise other than our voices. Her hand is in mine, her laugh like damn music to my ears.
“Is this fair trade for the red dress?” My voice is low, a little husky.
She bumps her arm against mine. “Oh, honey, I would have worn the dress for free, but now I know what I can get out of you when you want something from me, I’ll be sure to remember to bargain.”
I smirk, “That's extortion.”
“Don’t hate the game,” she sings, letting go of my hand to slip her feet out of her heels and place her empty flute down. “Now, let’s play a new one.”
“What do you have in mind?”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, smiling with her eyes, “You find me, you can take the dress off me, right here, right now.”
All thoughts leave my head but that one. Slipping the dress off her body, taking her right here in the middle of the flowers and plants, getting to see how far that glitter goes. My cock jerks at the thought, sweaty bodies writhing, moans muffled by greedy and desperate kisses.
“You’d let me fuck you right here?” I rasp. I shouldn’t be surprised, not with how hard she came when she thought we were going to get caught back in her shop.
“You have to catch me first,” she teases, playing with the strap of her dress, shoes dangling from her fingers.
“You make me a needy man, Sid, and I’ve spent years yearning for a taste of you; don’t underestimate my desperation for you. I will find you wherever you go. There is no place you can hide where I won’t be able to seek you out, so you can run, baby, but you should expect to be caught.”
Her breath hitches.
“I’ll count to ten,” I offer her, “And then I’m coming for you.”
Dropping the shoes, she makes a break for it, the sound of her laughter following her as she disappears around the corner.
I count to ten in my head, keeping my breaths steady so I can zone in on the sound of her feet slapping against the floor, and the quick bursts of nervous laughter that follow.
I make it to ten and go after her, but I don’t run; I let my steps fall a little heavier so she can hear me coming, can taste the anticipation of her inevitable capture. “I can hear you, Sidney.”
My cock is aching behind my zipper, throbbing, the need for her building so intensely inside of me I feel like I am an animal beating at the bars of a cage. Her giggle sounds to the right, and I follow the path through the vines and leaves.
“You want to be caught, don’t you?”
I hear the shuffle of feet and then a flash of red as she darts out from where she was hiding. Still, I don’t chase; I just follow, listening, watching. I let her think she may have an escape here, that there could be a possibility that I won’t catch her.
“I’m close, Sidney,” I warn her. “Are you wet for me?”
I come to a crossroads, the path splitting into three, but I’ve already clocked her location. Slowly, I begin to work the buttons of my shirt before I yank it from where it’s tucked into my pants.
“Did you really think you could hide from me, baby?” I ask as I unbuckle my belt and pop the button on my trousers, purposely stepping past her hiding place. Her foot slips and I hear her gasp, but then she goes quiet again. I can’t help but smile; my excitement making the blood in my veins hum.
She really tries to get out without making a sound, but I have been so tuned into her presence over the years that I can find her in any room, in any place.
She doesn’t need to call my name or say a word, I just know.
She has always been the first person I look for.
I think if it were possible to hear her heartbeat from across the room, I’d be able to recognize it immediately.
I turn just as she gets to her feet to run again, my arm catching her around the waist. She lets out a squeal as I pull her back to my chest, my cock pushing against her ass cheek.
“Found you,” I growl, “Now you’re mine.”
“I was always yours,” she moans as my mouth finds her neck, my teeth grazing lightly.
“Oh, I know, baby,” I grin against her, reveling in the way she pushes back against my dick while she reaches behind my head and threads her fingers into my hair. Letting my hand run over the soft material of her dress, I palm her breast, playing lightly with the hardened peak of her nipple.
“Noah,” she whimpers.
“Say that again,” I tug one strap of the dress down, the material loose enough that it frees one side of her chest, which I immediately cover with my hand.
“Noah,” she obeys, her back bowing away from my chest in search of more of my touch.
“You know I love you, right?” I yank the other strap down, the dress releasing and catching at the flare of her hips, leaving her upper half entirely exposed.
I drop my eyes down, the lights catching the glitter on her skin, and I see she put it everywhere, her skin shimmering like tiny diamonds have been embedded in it.
“Yes,” She breathes, writhing against me as I trace her figure with my hands, exploring, touching, feeling, needing to inject her into my veins so I can stay on the high of her for an eternity.
“Good,” I yank the dress the rest of the way down, letting the red satin pool around her feet. She’s left in just a thin pair of white lacy panties, and I cup her pussy above the material, the heat of her a brand against my palm, “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”