Chapter 21
I blink, turning to look back at the floor as it disappears to the curved stairs taking its place. “But what are we doing, then?”
“We’re going to the bathroom.”
“We’re?”
“Yes,” he says simply while my brain tries to short circuit.
“But you said we were getting a drink—”
“In order to get you alone, yes.”
Ben pulls me through the door of the family restroom, the lock clicking into place as he shuts it behind us. Suddenly, my back is pressed against the door, the cool metal on my shoulders shocking my lips apart with a gasp.
“Because when I said I wanted a drink, I meant you.”
“Really?” I ask, because I can barely comprehend that we’re still in public, even if we’re behind a locked door. “You’re starting to make me think you’re an exhibitionist.”
His laugh blows across the skin of my neck and collarbone as he leans down. His lips ghost over my skin in a fleeting sweep, never quite touching even with the little flicks of his tongue. His teeth graze my earlobe, and I arch up into the press of his palms as they curve around my waist.
“This is barely on the scale,” he teases. “If I really wanted to play with you in public, then I’d take you to a kink club.”
His hands drift down the front of my dress as he shifts a knee between my thighs, raising the skirt until it’s not pulling so tight across my hips. Then he shifts, pushing up against the apex of my thighs and I nearly screech, pushing at his chest and lifting onto my tiptoes.
“I’m not wearing panties, Ben,” I pant as his fingers run up the sides of my thighs, lips at my neck and ear, finally pressing into my skin that is suddenly so sensitive to his touch.
“Hmmm,” he hums in my ear, the sound vibrating all the way to my clit as my brain circles around all the reasons why I should stop him right now. “Are you wet right now? Afraid you’re going to grind your needy little cunt over my thigh until my pants are fucking soaked?”
“Yes,” I groan as he applies pressure, and my hips stutter in a jerky roll. “Stop, stop, stop—” I push harder at his chest as his teeth clamp down on my ear, tugging. Desire races down my spine, curling in my center where my pussy gives a desperate flutter.
His hand slides up to curve over my throat, fingers flexing just tight enough for a thrill to spark through my veins. It’s too much and not enough with all these sensations rising to the surface. He presses me back against the wall, holding me in place as he leans away to drink in the way my chest is heaving as I claw at his jacket to bring him closer.
“It doesn’t seem like you want me to stop at all.” He raises a cheeky eyebrow, and my own pinch together in frustration. “Tell me what you really what, Emmeline. For me to fuck you or for me to fix your dress and walk us back downstairs.”
“The first.”
“Say it,” he breathes, making me jump further into his hands at my neck and hip. “Tell me exactly what you want from me, or we’ll go back downstairs and your throbbing pussy can wait even longer.”
“I just—” The words stall in my throat, and my chest gets tight for other reasons altogether. “Why?” I ask, because I’m a glutton for punishment. “Why now—why here?”
“Because you’re my sugar baby,” Ben murmurs so quietly, I can barely hear him over the pound of blood in my ears. His fingers flex on my throat, applying more pressure, and the cloudy thoughts swirling in my brain settle in perpetuity. “And I need you to show me you’re mine.”
As much as I was afraid of him reading between my lines, his are underlined, bolded, and highlighted just for me.
My eyelashes flutter, lips parting to lick over the clear gloss on top of my lip color because I can’t help myself.
“I want you to bend me over the sink and fuck me.”
“Say please.”
“Please, Ben.” My hips rock against my will to the press of his thigh, and I’m thankful he’s at least wearing black and not a lighter color.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” He draws his mouth against mine, barely touching, a kiss that leaves me wanting. I suck in a lungful of the air he breathes into mouth.
His hand loosens from my throat, gliding down my chest to brush over my breasts. Even the light touch is enough to have me arching up, nipples hard and aching beneath the stiff fabric of the bodice.
Ben drops his thigh from between my legs, and I give him a desperate whimper that warms my cheeks even more. At this point, I should have forgone blush entirely.
He guides me to the sink before turning me in place so that I face the mirror. The picture we make is ethereal, and it’ll live rent free in my head for the rest of my existence. I want to remember this always—the way his eyes catch mine. It’s like he sees through to all the parts of my soul I keep from escaping to the surface. I can’t look away from him, even as his hand pushes between my shoulders and I bend to his will.
I slap my hands down against the counter as he rucks my dress high on my hips, lifting the layers of tulle up and giving them to me to hold. I tuck the ends the best I can into the front of my bodice as I rest down onto my forearms.
My hips wiggle underneath his gaze as it drops to my exposed ass. He kicks my stance wider with a tap to my inner ankle and my chest drops as well, chin tipping up in order to watch his reflection.
“Can you feel how wet you are, Emmeline?”
Sort of. Not like when my thighs were pressed together, though.
I shake my head.
“You’re pussy is fucking dripping, baby,” he says with a reverent growl that makes me shudder. “So wet, so pink, fluttering like a little hummingbird begging for a drink.”
Ben drops to his knees behind me and I gasp, leaning hard onto my elbows as he grips my ass in his hands and holds me open so he can lick all the way from my clit to asshole.
“Fuck,” I moan before sinking my teeth into my lip to stop the flow of consciousness that begs to be let loose.
He smacks my ass, and my stomach drops with the way the burn settles into my skin. I fucking crave him, crave this, more than anything I ever thought I knew.
“Again,” I croak, looking up through my bangs as I seem to keep sinking lower and lower to the counter.
Ben leans back, and I can just see the hard glint in his eyes as he connects with me.
Then his hand comes down on my ass again, sharp spiking heat that flares across my skin and makes my teeth ache from the way my jaw bites together. My back bows, and I lift onto my tiptoes as if I could get away from the sting I just asked for.
“I’m starting to think my favorite color is the red your skin turns when I spank your tight little ass.”
“And here I thought maybe it’d be the pretty pink of my pussy.”
His hand cracks against my ass again, a blow that has me tensing all over as I muffle my groan by pressing my face into my forearms. My makeup is going to be fucked again, if only because I’m going to sweat it all off and smear it everywhere with the way I’m so burnt up by him.
“Mmmm,” he hums, touch trailing from where his handprint feels like sparks over my skin. His thumbs brush over the wet lips of my pussy before opening me up to his tongue as he laps over my entrance. “Better than the champagne.”
“They’re serving Crystal out there,” I say, aghast.
His laugh against my pussy, tickling me and sending desire racing over my skin all the same. “It’s Cristal.”
“Fuck, that’s so pompous sounding—whatever. Cristal.”
“And I’d rather have you any day of the week.” He punctuates the words with a languid sweep of his tongue, and I tilt my hips to chase the touch, rewarded when he flicks over my clit, pleasure spiraling in my veins.
My head rolls to the side then back again, and I shift onto my toes as Ben sucks my clit into his mouth. My breath comes out in a pant as he grazes the bundle of nerves with his teeth. It’s a delicious bite of pain that makes my body quiver, hairs on the back of my neck standing straight up.
“Do you wanna come on my tongue first, then my cock?”
“Fucking yes, please, sir.” His tongue rolls over my clit, and I rock back against him in a slow grind.
“Atta girl,” he murmurs. The vibration over my pussy has me biting my lip again. “Obedience sounds so good on you.”
I melt into the counter like a fucking popsicle as he doubles down on my clit with his tongue and teeth, the combination ramps me up from slow burn to raging inferno. I tense all over, holding my breath purposefully as I feel my orgasm on the brink behind my blurry vision.
“Please,” I breathe out quickly. “I’m so close.”
“Give to me.” Ben pulls my hips back to grind against the pulse on his tongue as it rolls over my clit relentlessly. “Let me drink you up, baby.”
My lungs burn as I take a gulp of air, panting out a breath as my thighs begin to shake right along with my arms. Pleasure races over my skin, tingles echoing head to toe like an icy wave dousing the burn. And when he thrusts his tongue into my cunt, I jerk up, head lolling to the side as my nails scrape along the counter uselessly.
“Oh, fuck me,” I gasp.
He licks into me a few more times, my hips wiggling under his hold as I fuck myself on his tongue, because even when I know we should stop, I can’t help but ask for more.
“Delicious.” Ben licks up the length of my pussy from clit to ass once more. My back bows as I lift my chin to catch the image of him rising from his knees, beard wet and glossy from my juices.
My mouth is both watering and as dry as the Sahara Desert at the same time. I gulp down a breath of air as I relax against the counter. The sound of him unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down has anticipation building along my skin again, a high that still hasn’t fully settled and my body aches for more, for him.
He pulls his cock out, the head shiny and wet as he gathers up the precum with his thumb while I’m already sticking out my tongue.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Ben purrs as he leans over me to drag his thumb across my tongue.
I hum, licking up the length of his thumb as he draws away. “Just for you.”
He leaves a wet trail over my cheek before gripping my hip in his hand. I can still feel the heat of him through the layers of fabric. It has me craving his bare skin on mine, the delicious press of his weight on my whole body as I sink into his mattress. A craving I’ll have to indulge in later, even if he thinks I’m insatiable. But the truth is, I am.
“This is going to be hard and fast, Emmeline. We’ve already been gone too long.”
“They already know what we’re doing,” I huff as he nudges the folds of my pussy with the head of his cock, feeding me only the tip over and over. “Might as well make it good.”
He thrusts inside me the rest of the way until I can feel the cool fabric of his slacks on my thighs, his belt buckle digging into my hip. My pussy throbs, even as he stretches me out, wanting more.
“So wet,” Ben moans, and it’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever heard. “Your pussy is so pretty stretched around my cock.”
He leans back, eyes dipping down the length of me in the mirror until his heated gaze burns over where he’s sliding out and back in. My walls grip him, clit spasming with little electric jolts of pleasure as he settles deep with each thrust before starting all over.
My eyes flutter closed as pleasure sparks and spreads through my veins like wildfire.
“Eyes. Open.” His hand flits though my ponytail and tugs sharply, my mouth dropping on a gasp as my eyes fly open. “On me, just like earlier.”
I can’t help the shudder that rolls through me, curving my spine another inch. The image we make in the mirror makes me feel so fucking selfish. The way Ben’s entire body relaxes, all his hard edges softening, eyes glinting with a vulnerability that doesn’t normally cross his features. It’s fucking beautiful. And I don’t want anyone else to see him like this.
He changes the angle of his hips, each stroke slamming into my g-spot as my vision whites just a little. The counter edge digs sharply into my hips, and there’s no more room to rise on my tiptoes to escape the ache.
“Oh my God.” I can’t help what begins to spew from my mouth as he yanks on my hair, and it’s like he’s taking me out to pasture to plead for my life except, you know, I’m actually just begging for him to fuck me. “Harder—please. I don’t want to take a step tomorrow without feeling you everywhere. I want your cum so far inside me that I have to take Plan fucking B. And I want to strangle your cock with my pussy as I come, milking every drop.”
“Such a dirty fucking mouth,” Ben groans and pulls my ponytail back until my eyes sting with tears. “You want me to make a mess of this pussy? Until the mix of our cum runs down these juicy thighs?”
With my palm slamming onto the mirror, I raise up to ease the grip he has on my hair, panting for a breath. “Yes, now make me fucking come again.”
“You’re lucky I like the way your pussy squeezes my cock like it was made just for me.”
“Or maybe your cock was made just for me.”
He drops my hair, and my nails scream against the marble counter before I lock my elbows to stay upright. His hand smacks across my ass before he pulls his hips back, cock sliding out of my pussy even as a whine falls from my lips.
“Maybe you didn’t choke enough on my cock earlier,” Ben goads, eyes casting over my lips and throat just before his touch echoes the pattern. He wraps those long fingers around my neck and pulls me until my back is pressed to his chest, his cock nestled into the cleft of my ass. His hips rock deliberately, the wet length of him sliding over my asshole with each pump, and I grip the sleeve of his suit jacket like he’s the only thing holding me afloat.
“You’re not leaving me like this again.”
He chuckles, deep and low, breath blowing over the top of my cheek. I push back against the pulse of his cock as it throbs.
“You already came once.”
My breath stutters as his other hand drifts over my hip, burying under my skirt to trace up the inside of my thigh where the skin is sticky with arousal.
“And you’re gonna get me off again, or I’ll bite your fucking dick off.” It doesn’t come off nearly as cold as I’d like, my voice cracking somewhere in the middle.
Just when I think he’s going to touch me, his fingers drifting across the crease of my thigh and pelvis, he raises his arm to pull the bulk of my dress out of the way, baring me to our gazes in the mirror as he shuffles me back half a step with a steady pressure on my throat.
“Make yourself come,” he says. “Let me watch.”
My body jerks in his hold, fingers uncurling from the fist they’ve rolled into and I shake them out. His touch falls away from my thigh, and I grip his arm tighter as I steady on my heels.
“Do you like watching?” I ask, my arm drifting up over my shoulder to scratch my nails down the coarse hair of his beard. Turning my wrist over, I brush the backs of my nails over the curve of his mouth.
“On occasion,” he drawls, the murmur of his words vibrating against my skin. “But my patience only stretches so thin before I want my turn to play.”
As much as I want his cock back inside me, I feel so ethereal in this dress, with his hand wrapped around my throat while I drag his bottom lip down with the tips of my fingers. “Make my fingers nice and wet and watch me touch myself, then.”
He parts his lips, tongue darting out to wet the pads of my fingers before opening wider and taking them into the warmth of his mouth. Heat pulses through my pussy, and I hold back a whine because the sight of him sucking on my fingers is just as hot as when he has his tongue on my clit.
“That’s enough,” I say when I simply can’t take it anymore.
Ben releases my fingers with a wet pop, and I can’t help but drag them down the line of his chin through the slick hairs of his beard, still wet with me. He licks his lips, following the drop of my hand as I trace the seam of my pussy, slicking my fingers over my swollen clit.
The touch has my back arching, pleasure clenching in both my stomach and pussy. The sensation is more intense with him watching, with a hand at my hip as he rocks his in time with each stroke of my fingers.
“I think I like it when you watch me,” I breathe, chest growing tighter with each inhale.
He squeezes my neck, grip tight and possessive, and my skin pebbles with goosebumps all over. “You like touching your soaked little pussy, rubbing your needy clit for me?”
I nod, thoughts hazy and jumbled, tongue heavy in my mouth.
“And when you’re all alone, is this how you touch yourself when you think of me?”
Again, I nod.
His gaze cuts up to my face just as he squeezes my throat another fraction tighter. My pulse thrums beneath his fingers, beating harder than before.
“Words,” he says quietly. “I want to hear you say it.”
My fingers stutter over my clit, rising to rub a slow circle just above the nerves, the way I touch myself when everything is so sensitive and overwhelming.
“This is how I touch myself when I’m alone, thinking of you,” I rasp, head tilting back to lean on his shoulder, holding me steady as a shudder rolls down my spine. “Sometimes I’ll use my vibrator. Sometimes a dildo so I can imagine it’s your cock filling me to the fucking brim.”
His hips jerk, cock throbbing against me, and I tilt my hips back for the easy glide of his cock in the cradle of my ass.
“And how does it feel, when you come thinking of me?”
“So fucking good.” My breath hitches, fingers circling and stroking my clit faster, more pressure, more blood pounding in my ears. “But never as intense as when I’m with you.”
“And why do you think that is?”
Logically, I know the answer. I just want to hear him say it. Because whenever he speaks, whenever the rumble of his voice washes over me, it’s like little cracks of lightning echoing through my veins. And I crave the storm brewing under my skin.
“Tell me.” I suck in a breath, legs trembling harder with each passing second as pleasure winds tight through my body. “Please tell me.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” He sighs, hips rocking into me with jerkier thrusts. “I can bring you higher, further than you can take yourself. The loss of control, the rise of adrenaline, the anticipation—it feeds that greedy little body of yours until you’re all mine for the taking. Because your pleasure is mine, Emmeline. And you’ll give it all to me.”
I choke on his name in response, seizing up as my climax slams into me with one final sweep of my fingers over my clit.
“So beautiful,” Ben groans, his hand squeezing my throat before he swings me around to grab the back of my neck, pushing me forward to bend over again.
I fall forward to brace onto my forearms, my orgasm still racing through my limbs even as he pushes his cock into my fluttering pussy.
“Ben,” I cry out as he hammers into me, my walls gripping him tight as the head of his cock hits deep, my clit spasming right along with the rest of my body.
“That’s it, baby. Milk the cum from my cock with this gorgeous fucking pussy.”
He thrusts into me several more times, and I whimper when the hot flood of his cum starts to fill me up. I love the way he feels inside me, maybe a little too much.
Ben leans over my back, hands coming down on the counter beside my elbows as his breath pants into my neck. “I never want to pull out of your hot little cunt.”
At least we’re on the same wavelength.
I relish his body weight pressing me down into the counter, soaking in the moment where we’re both just catching our breath. It feels so intimate, even with all these fancy clothes still between us.
“You did so good,” he praises with a soft squeeze to my thigh as he finally pulls out. “So fucking good, just for me. Pretty pink pussy stuffed full of my cum for the rest of the night. Should have brought you a plug so you could keep it all inside.”
God yes, gimme, my brain fires back, but thankfully my mouth is too slow to keep up this time.
My elbows crack when I raise up, turning in place to immediately drop to my knees. I part my lips to swallow down his cock, the length softening even as his pulse beats on my tongue.
“Oh fuck, baby.” His hand lands atop my head, and he pulls me down on his cock until my nose presses tight to his pubic bone. I don’t even have to worry about gagging like this.
The taste of his cum floods my mouth with another generous pump from his tortured cock; the bitter from him and tang from my pussy makes it all so fucking sweet.
I let him pop out of my mouth, licking up the underside and swirling my tongue over his slit before backing off.
“All clean,” I pronounce, with a grin curving my lips.
Ben shakes his head. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Oh, what a wicked way to go.