Chapter 17 Prime #2
I found Zainab near the dessert table, laughing at something Lyric had said. She looked happy. Relaxed. Like she belonged here, in this world of money and power and endless possibility.
“Can I steal her for a minute?” I asked, sliding my arm around her waist.
“By all means,” Camille said with a knowing smile. “We’ll be here.”
I led Zainab away from the crowd, toward the elevators at the back of the ballroom.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Somewhere private.”
“Prime, we can’t just leave—”
“We’re not leaving. Just… taking a break.”
The elevator required a key card for the penthouse level. Good thing I knew the hotel manager.
The doors opened onto a private suite—all floor-to-ceiling windows and modern furniture and a view of DC that made the city look like a circuit board of lights. But I wasn’t interested in the interior.
I led her straight to the balcony.
The air was cold but not unbearable. Below us, the gala glittered through the hotel’s glass walls—tiny figures in formal wear, moving and mingling, completely unaware that we were watching from above.
“It’s beautiful,” Zainab breathed, leaning against the railing.
“You’re beautiful.”
She turned to look at me, and whatever she saw in my eyes made her breath catch. “Prime…”
I was on her before she could finish.
My mouth claimed hers—hard, demanding, nothing like the polite kisses we’d exchanged in front of my family.
This was hunger. This was need. This was every minute I’d spent watching her charm my brothers and fit into my world, wanting to drag her somewhere private and show her exactly how much she affected me.
She moaned against my lips, her hands fisting in my jacket.
“Someone could see,” she gasped when I broke the kiss to trail my mouth down her neck.
“I know.” I bit down on that spot below her ear that always made her knees weak. “That’s what makes it fun.”
“We’re literally above the party—”
“Then you better be quiet.”
I spun her around, pressing her against the railing. The city sprawled out beneath us, all those lights and lives, completely oblivious to what was about to happen on this balcony.
“Hands on the rail,” I ordered. “Don’t let go.”
She obeyed, her fingers wrapping around the cold metal. I ran my hands down her sides, over those curves that dress had been teasing all night, until I found the slit in her skirt.
“No underwear?” My voice came out rougher than I intended.
“I had a feeling you’d want easy access.”
“Smart girl.”
I hiked her dress up around her waist, exposing her to the cold air. She shivered—from the temperature or the anticipation, I couldn’t tell. Didn’t care.
I dropped to my knees behind her.
“Prime, what are you—oh GOD.”
My mouth found her center, tongue sliding through her folds, tasting the wetness that was already there. She bucked against me, trying to stay quiet, trying to keep her grip on that railing while I devoured her from behind.
I ate her like I was starving. Like she was the only thing keeping me alive. Licking and sucking and fucking her with my tongue until her thighs were shaking and she was biting her lip so hard I was surprised she didn’t draw blood.
“Prime… please… I need…”
“Need what?” I pulled back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh.
“You. Inside me. Please.”
I stood, unbuckling my belt, freeing myself from the confines of my pants. She was bent over that railing, ass in the air, completely exposed and vulnerable and trusting me with everything she had.
I lined myself up and pushed in with one deep stroke.
She cried out—quickly muffled by her own hand—and I gave her a second to adjust before I started moving. Slow at first. Deliberate. Making her feel every inch.
“Look down,” I growled in her ear. “See all those people? They have no idea what’s happening up here. No idea that you’re bent over this balcony taking this dick like the good girl you are.”
“Oh God…”
“They’re down there drinking champagne and making small talk, and you’re up here getting fucked so good you can barely stand.”
I picked up the pace, my hips snapping against her ass, the sound of our bodies colliding obscene in the quiet night air. She was gripping that railing like her life depended on it, pushing back to meet every thrust, her moans getting harder and harder to contain.
“Quiet,” I reminded her, one hand coming up to cover her mouth. “Unless you want them to hear.”
She whimpered against my palm, and something about that—her complete surrender, her trust, the way she let me control everything—made me lose what was left of my restraint.
I fucked her harder. Deeper. Chasing that release that was building at the base of my spine.
Her hand left the railing, disappearing between her legs. I felt her fingers brushing against where we were connected, felt her inner walls start to flutter around me.
“That’s it. Good girl. Come for me.”
She shattered with a muffled scream, her whole body convulsing, clenching around me so tight I had to grit my teeth to keep from following her over the edge.
But I wasn’t done yet.
I pulled out—ignoring her whine of protest—and turned her around to face me. Her eyes were glazed, her chest heaving, that carefully styled hair starting to come undone.
“On your knees.”
She sank down immediately, looking up at me with those brown eyes that owned me completely.
“Open your mouth.”
She did, and I slid between her lips, groaning at the wet heat of her mouth. Her hands came up to grip my thighs, steadying herself as I guided her head, fucking her mouth the way I’d just fucked her pussy.
“Look at you,” I breathed. “On your knees on this balcony, anyone could look up and see you with my dick in your mouth. You like that, don’t you? Like being my dirty little secret?”
She moaned around me, the vibration almost sending me over the edge.
The city stretched out behind her. All those lights. All those people. And here was my goddess, on her knees, worshipping me the way I worshipped her.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned. “You gonna swallow it all for me?”
She nodded without pulling back, her eyes locked on mine, and that was it—I was done.
I came with a groan that I couldn’t quite contain, spilling down her throat, my hands tangled in what was left of her updo. She took everything I gave her, swallowing around me until I was empty and shaking and seeing stars.
She released me with a soft pop, licking her lips, looking way too pleased with herself.
“I guess we have a gala tradition.,” she said, her voice hoarse.
I laughed and pulled her to her feet.
“We should probably get back before they send a search party.”
“Probably.” She was already trying to fix her hair, smooth down her dress, make herself presentable. “Do I look okay?”
“You look like you just got fucked on a balcony.”
“PRIME.”
“I’m kidding. You look perfect.” I wasn’t kidding. She absolutely looked like she’d just been ravished. But I’d keep that to myself. “Come on. Let’s go show these people what they’ll never have.”
She took my arm, and together we walked back inside, leaving the cold air and the city lights and our little secret behind us.