13. #2
“That’s not what I’m asking for.” I cup his face.
“I know I’ll have days when I’ll want to talk to you about this; days where I’ll need to hear everything you wanna tell me right now.
But tonight is not the time for it, and I’m only asking that you bear with me.
This…incident is yet another scar I’ll have to live with, but in this very moment, I don’t wanna feel it.
I only wanna feel you .” I touch my nose to his.
“Kiss me, Dorran,” I whisper. “Fucking kiss me so hard that I forget the last hour even happened.”
His lips crash against mine the next second, and I know the kitchen staff is watching us, but damn if I give a shit about them. For me, all that matters is this kiss, and how good it feels to have Dorran’s body pressed against mine.
I fist his hair as he runs his tongue over the roof of my mouth, then moan when he kisses me deeper.
I hear something metallic fall to the floor, followed by the sound of someone mumbling colorful curses. There’s more clatter of utensils, and hushed conversations, presumably themed around Dorran and me, but I don’t care enough to listen to them.
Dorran breaks the kiss and moves his full lips to my jaw, then trails them down to the side of my neck. He bites my burning skin, making me smile, then sucks on it. “I love you,” he breathes. “ So fucking much .”
“And I you,” I rasp, then take one of his hands before guiding it between my legs. “Touch me.”
He jerks his head back at my request, then looks at me with surprise. “ Here? ” He glances around. “Where everyone can see you?”
“But that’s the beauty of it.” I tug at his collar. “They can look but they can’t touch. Only you get to do that.”
“You’re mine,” he says darkly.
I grin, then press my teeth into his bottom lip. “Always.”
He chuckles. “Good.” With a defiant gleam in his eyes, he pushes my legs further apart and slides a hand under my dress. “How do you want it?” he asks.
I’m so out of breath already that it’s insane. There’s something about being absolutely wild with an audience watching you that is making me all kinds of hot. It’s both empowering and thrilling; risky yet fulfilling.
“I want your fingers inside me,” I instruct, rocking my hips forward.
Dorran chuckles again. “I gotchu, Little Swan.” He moves my thong to the side and touches my aching clit, then drags his fingers over my wetness before pushing two of them into me.
I gasp, then moan out loud as he stretches me. I brace myself on the edge of the counter space as Dorran starts finger-fucking me at a rough pace, all the while pressing open-mouthed kisses on my neck and collarbones.
“So wet,” he tells me. “I wish I could eat you out right now. You’re dripping , Cigs, and it’s making me go crazy.”
“I mean, you can get on your knees and put that tongue of yours to use.”
“And give them a view of what’s meant only for me?” He aligns his face against mine. “ Hell no.”
I laugh, then suck in a breath when he presses the heel of his palm over my throbbing clit. His fingers continue moving inside me, and I clench around them when a slight shudder runs through me.
“You’re too good at this,” I hiss.
Dorran smirks. “Oh, I know.”
“What the fuck is happening here?” one of the chefs mutters. “Jesus fucking Christ .”
Neither Dorran nor I stop at that comment.
If anything, it only fuels him to go faster.
He curls his fingers and pushes them in and out of me, and my vision turns hazy when he hits the spot that intensifies the welcoming ache in my pussy.
I can feel pinpricks on my scalp, and my lower back numbs as my orgasm nears.
“Dor…” I hiss, tightening my hold on his hair as I move my hips in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He leans in close. “Then come, baby, because I’m dying to get a taste of you.”
My shoulders shake, and my back arches as I release. Another moan slips past me as I ride Dorran’s hand, because my God, this orgasm is mind-altering.
“That’s it; use me for your pleasure, Cigs,” Dorran says, and if I wasn’t already dizzy from the high he’s giving me, then I’d surely have sunk under the weight of this pleasure. Words – he knows exactly how to use them.
I place a lazy kiss on his lips, then inhale sharply when he slowly glides his fingers out of me. They’re slick with my cum as he brings them between us, and then, giving me a cheeky grin, he puts them into his mouth, groaning as he tastes me.
“Ledge?”
He half turns, pulling out his fingers, then clicks his tongue. “Yeah?” he asks casually, as if he didn’t just make me come in a room full of chefs staring shockingly at us.
I tilt my head to the left, and find Varsha standing at the kitchen’s entrance, looking so flustered that I’m scared she’ll pass out.
“Umm…” She clears her throat, studying the chefs with skepticism.
“They know why we’re here,” Dorran assures her, then adds, “I mean, I think they do.” He faces the chef closest to him. “You do, right?”
She gives him a blank look. “Yep,” she deadpans, making me bite the inside of my cheek.
He flashes his teeth at her, and she physically shivers. Satisfied, he then turns to Varsha. “See? All good. Tell me what’s up.”
She rolls her eyes. “Jedidiah and Selina are in the study room on the first floor. They’ve been stationary for a while, but that could change soon. We gotta move now.”
Dorran nods. “Did you inform Alex and Solo?”
“I did. Alex is on his way, and Solo is staying back to keep an eye on Timothy.”
“Great. I’ll see you outside the study, then.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “Be quick about it. We don’t have much time.”
He gives her a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”
She once again rolls her eyes at him, then swivels on her feet before walking away, grumbling, “ Fucking unbelievable pieces of shits, these two ,” under her breath.
“She’s so rude, isn’t she?”
I laugh as I hop off the counter space, then grab my clutch and heels. “I mean, I don’t blame her.”
He lifts a brow at me. “She called you a piece of shit too, y’know?”
“I gathered as much,” I say simply.
He shakes his head around a smile, then glances down at his fingers. His gaze lands on a sink towards the end of the room, and as he starts making his way towards it, the chef he’d just spoken to stops him.
“Don’t even try,” she says, crossing her arms across her chest. “You’ve violated our hygiene protocol enough already, so I’m going to politely ask you to get the fuck out of here and use the goddamn bathroom to wash your hands.”
Dorran opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. “Of course! Thank you so much for everything.” I grab one of his arms and all but drag him towards the exit.
“She fucking insulted me,” he tells me.
“You had it coming, I’m not gonna lie.”
“ You’re the one who wanted to experience fucking voyeurism in a room full of disrespectful creatures, and you think I had it coming? That’s just golden, Cigs. Golden .” He’s not mad; he’s just irritated.
“Do you always act like a third-grader when you’re one-upped, or is this a new talent you’ve developed?”
“I’m sure you already know the answer to that, given that you seem to know almost everything these days. Why ask me, then?”
I let go of a frustrated breath as I push open the kitchen’s doors and lead him to a dimly lit corner behind the spiraling stairway. Pressing my back against the wall, I pull him to me and wrap my arms around his neck. “Hi,” I say when our gazes meet.
He sighs. “Hi,” he replies, then swallows. “I’m sorry; I’m an asshole.”
“No, you’re not.” I shift on my bare feet. “So… It’s finally time to do what we came here to do, huh?”
He scans my face. “You scared?”
I shrug. “I think so? I don’t know. It just… It feels too big .”
“It is a huge deal.”
“I know.”
He must sense my apprehension because he bends and places his forehead against mine. “We’ll be fine ,” he says to me. “Mayhem favors the illicit, and you and I, Little Swan – we’ve been cursed with madness from the very beginning. So, trust me when I tell you that we’ve got this, okay?”
“Okay.” I nod. “Yeah, okay.”
“Good. Now tell me you’re ready for this, and only then will we head up to that study.”
My eyes find his. “I’m ready,” I affirm. “Let’s do this.”
He grins. “That’s my girl.”