Chapter 14
RHIANNON
I nodded, not taking even a second to worry that I might appear too eager. I was eager. It was thrilling to think that maybe they were all just pretending not to see us. That at any moment, the other restaurant patrons might look up and see him touching me.
Heat pooled between my legs. My heart raced as Eryx trailed a hand down the front of my dress. He played with my nipples as he kissed my neck, stroking them in light, lazy circles as they hardened, almost painfully.
The way he caressed me was full of deferred longing, as though he’d waited eons to touch me, and was afraid that after this he might not have another chance. The urgency, mixed with the slow, yearning desire in every breath he took, captivated me.
His mouth moved up my neck, his lips closing around my earlobe before he murmured into my ear, his deep voice sending vibrations straight into my aching core.
“Are you wet for me, Rhiannon?” He didn’t wait for me to answer, but began to pull my dress up, inch by slow inch, teasing my skin with the silky fabric.
“When I spread your legs, what am I going to find?”
I moaned louder than was appropriate and no one turned.
No one even paused or batted an eyelash.
His fingers were running up my inner thigh now, pushing my legs apart, then grazing the curls of hair at the apex of my legs.
He teased me, touching me everywhere but where I wanted him most. Doing everything but sinking his fingers into me.
“Please,” I murmured. “Please touch me.”
His free hand stroked my jawline as he looked into my eyes. Staring into those icy green eyes, now burning with the intensity of his desire, was so arousing I thought I might come just from the way he looked at me. Two fingers sank into me, sliding so deep that I gasped as he thumbed my lower lip.
“So fucking wet,” he answered his own question. “I need to taste you.”
Every thought I’d ever had disappeared, narrowing in on the feeling of him inside me so closely that I was little more than wet, throbbing need.
He smiled before moving his head back to my ear, trailing hard, passionate kisses up my neck.
He wasn’t making a show of teasing me anymore.
The fervor with which he kissed me, the hard strokes of his fingers inside me, all told me just how much he wanted this.
“Would you like that, Rhiannon?” he asked. “Would you like me to lift you onto the table and make a meal of you in front of all these people?”
His fingers drove harder into me, curling upward to find the spot inside that made me shiver with pleasure, as the heel of his palm pressed against my clit. My hips bucked against him, pushing him deeper inside of me as I ground myself against him.
“Yes,” I begged, scanning the room as his free hand slipped inside my dress.
He laughed softly, then pushed my dress aside to expose my breast. Still, no one looked our way. As he brought his mouth to my nipple and sucked, no one turned. As he brought my other breast out, no one deviated from their conversations. I moaned louder as he stroked his fingers harder inside me.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “Are you sure you want me to make you come in front of all these people?”
It was all I wanted. The kind of risk I’d never take in the outside world, but I could indulge here. I could lose myself in this fantasy, lose myself in him.
“Yes,” I pleaded. “Yes.”
In an instant, he pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me hollow and empty.
He hooked his still-soaked hand around my knee and pulled me deftly into his lap.
I ground myself into his erection, taking what pleasure I could while I was on top of him.
He growled as he jerked into me, rubbing hard through his pants.
“I’ll make a mess on your pants,” I murmured.
“Godsdamn right you will,” he groaned before pushing my skirt up to rub my clit. “And a mess on my face as well.”
His huge hands were around my waist before I could think.
I glanced behind me, but there had been no change in the dining room.
Eryx lifted me easily, placing me on the table, right in front of him.
Gently, he kissed between my breasts, trailing kisses down my belly as he pushed the cutlery and our glasses aside.
Then he pushed me back onto the table, placing my heeled feet on the seat on either side of him. They barely touched.
My breath came quick and shallow as he lifted my dress up, pushing my knees apart until I was exposed to him, the cool air of the restaurant caressing the wet skin between my thighs.
I looked back, my heart racing. Any moment, it felt as though whatever phenomenon caused the spirits not to see us might break.
But no one looked our way. Eryx’s breath was hot on my skin as he kissed my inner thighs.
“I need you inside me,” I begged.
“Let me look at how gorgeous you are,” he said, spreading my legs wider.
His fingers parted my outer lips gently, exploring me, drawing my slick desire out to make circles around my clit with it. “So fucking perfect.”
He waited until my eyes met his to slide a finger inside me, swirling it slowly around my inner walls, while his other hand stroked my belly. “Every part of you is so soft and silky,” he murmured, adding a second finger. “So tight.” And another, as he watched my clit swell with need.
His expression was rapt with lust as he pushed deep into me. “So responsive to everything I do to you. Will you scream for me when I make you come?”
I nodded, desperate for him to do as he’d promised. To make a meal of me. “Yes, I promise.”
He looked like the cat who ate the canary at that moment. “You want my mouth on you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Please.”
“I don’t want you to beg, Rhiannon,” he said with a smile. “I want you to order me to suck your clit.” He smiled. “It makes me so fucking hard to hear you tell me what to do.”
Heat flushed through me, and one glance down told me he wasn’t lying, but this felt like something deeper than sex. More significant than playing out a fantasy.
Eryx sat back, watching me. “You are safe with me,” he said. “There isn’t anything you could ask for that I wouldn’t give you.”
There it was. The reality of things. He wanted to take this thing between places I wasn’t sure I could go. I averted my eyes. “There is. Everyone has their limits.”
“I don’t,” he responded, leaning forward. “Not with you.” Then he frowned. “You don’t want me to dress like a chicken, do you?”
I shook my head, lifting it a little to get a better look at him. “No, do you want to?”
Eryx leaned forward, his breath grazing my thighs. “Please don’t tell anyone, Rhiannon, but I am afraid of chickens.” He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh as I laughed. “But for you, I’d be poultry.”
The silliness of his words sweetened by the second. He wanted to care for me—wanted to give me what I needed. And he wanted me to ask for it.
“I want your fingers inside me,” I said, feeling strangely tentative.
I’d been accused of being bossy plenty of times, but it felt difficult to ask for what I really wanted, let alone what I needed. If I told him what I needed now, would I ever stop?
His fingers slid directly back into me as an aria played over the restaurant’s speakers. The power I felt at getting exactly what I wanted, just because I’d asked for it, was heady.
I tried again. “Suck my clit.”
He grinned, bringing his mouth directly to me, rolling my clit between his lips before closing them around me, lapping and sucking in quick turns. Every movement was bliss, and he was right, I was safe with him.
Safer than I’d been in a long time. The perpetual tightness in my chest began to loosen as my breath came in quick pants, my abdomen quivering with each jolt of sharp pleasure he sent through me with his tongue.
“Harder,” I demanded, practically breathless now.
Eryx moaned his approval against me, driving into me harder.
The waiter was coming towards us. Was his name Marcus?
His eyes seemed to meet mine for the briefest of moments, then slid away as he set a basket of bread down at the table.
Eryx glanced up at him, but didn’t stop.
In fact, he moaned loudly again, sending vibrations through my clit that reverberated through my body.
Marcus paused, as though slightly surprised, looking down at me.
His eyes widened and he blushed as Eryx continued his ministrations between my legs.
I watched as Marcus licked his lips. He wanted to be the one between my legs.
Or perhaps he wanted to be the one being sucked.
Either way was exhilarating to think of, sending a thrill through me that made me dizzy with power.
My back arched and I pulled the plunging neckline of my dress aside to reveal my breasts. Marcus watched as I played with my nipples, his cheeks flushing. He was handsome, a strawberry blonde, with broad shoulders and a slim, but muscular build.
Eryx raised his head. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
Marcus nodded, an erection sprouting in his pants. Eryx smirked as he noticed it, obviously pleased.
“She tastes incredible,” Eryx said as he stroked deeper into me. “And she is all mine.”
“Of course, sir,” Marcus replied.
I was almost certain he wished he was the one being fucked, but it didn’t really matter. His eyes slid back to me and his hands flexed. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the dead waiter wanted to be with both of us.
“Do you want him to watch me make you come, Rhiannon?” Eryx asked.
I looked from my upside-down position at the dining room.
Marcus was the only one who could see us, the only one who noticed.
Like the post-lady, I imagined that if I talked to him too much, he would simply disappear, or start over in some way.
My eyes slid to the growing hard-on in the waiter’s pants, and I’d never felt so powerful.
“Do you want him to watch?” I asked.
Eryx grinned at me, curling his fingers into the spot inside me that would make me come if he did it too many more times. “I want to play however you do, my love.”
My love. The words sent delicious thrills through me. But I wasn’t sure. Eryx flicked a hand at the waiter. “Go away.”
He pulled off the table, gathering me into his lap. “Are you all right?”
He was worried that Marcus seeing us had scared me. “Yes,” I breathed, winding my arms around his neck, and repositioning myself so that I could rock my hips over his erection. “I only want you.”
“I only want you too,” he murmured. “But letting them watch isn’t the same as having an orgy.”
“Them?” I murmured.
He nodded to the dining room. I glanced behind me, only to find that a good number of the spirits were watching us, their faces clearer now.
Many were intent with lust. Some at tables across the dining room were engaging in acts of their own.
Slowly, I turned back to Eryx, heat flooding through me as I brought my mouth to his.
“Do you want to go home?” he asked, obviously still concerned.
I looked back over my shoulder. The dining room was much as it had been the whole time, except now, eyes were on us. Hungry eyes that watched.
My eyes flitted around the room. In a dark corner, near the bathroom, Marcus had melted into the shadows, but it was clear he saw us. Clear that he wanted us both. I kept my eyes on him as I raised my hips and unfastened Eryx’s pants. Like me, he was wearing nothing underneath.
His cock sprang out, hard and huge. I didn’t bother to push his pants down further. “The waiter is watching us from the corner,” I whispered.
“I can make him stop,” Eryx said, his voice husky as I stroked his cock a few times, a bead of precum appearing as I squeezed.
“Let him watch us,” I murmured, raising up onto my knees and rearranging my dress to take him in. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast.”
“Yes,” he agreed as I sank onto him, arching my back to press an exposed nipple into his mouth.
I moved slowly at first, making eye contact with Marcus as Eryx moved inside me, sucking my nipples so hard it hurt in the best way.
I could feel the other eyes in the room on my back, but focusing on just the waiter gave my mind clarity.
I moved my hips faster, getting wetter as it became obvious Marcus was going to watch as Eryx brought me to orgasm.
Marcus stepped further back into the shadows, his face open with wide, earnest lust. I nodded once to him, giving him permission to touch himself. I saw his hand move and he leaned against the wall, taking himself in hand.
“He’s getting off to us,” I murmured, moving my hips faster as Eryx thrust into me.
“Can you see his cock?” he asked.
I shook my head, squinting a little. “Not really, but I can see his hand moving, and his face... he’s enjoying us.”
“So is everyone else,” Eryx growled. “They’re watching you, love. No one can take their eyes off you.”
“What are they doing?” I murmured, relishing the idea.
“Everything you’re imagining and more,” he whispered, before pulling me to him and kissing me deeply.
And then Marcus and the dining room faded away—not just because of the way Eryx kissed me. When I looked up, he was gone, and so were all the other patrons. Eryx pushed me off his cock, back onto the table.
“I need to come with you,” he murmured before climbing onto the table with me. “Now.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “Fuck me so hard, baby. Right here on the table.”
He let out a sound of feral desire as he thrust back into me. “Gods, you are wet, and so fucking tight.” He watched as his cock slid into me, stroking my belly as he pumped into me.
“I love that,” I moaned. “I love feeling you feel yourself inside me. Fuck me harder now.”
He groaned at my words, grabbing my chin. “What else do you want, Rhiannon?”
“Kiss me,” I ordered. “Lose control. Ravage me.”
The noise that came out of him was practically animalistic as he slammed hard into me, grinding his pubic bone against my clit as he kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his hips to take him deeper, and he cried out in my mouth, the muscles in his ass tensing as he thrust.
“You are going to make the prettiest mess all over my pants,” he murmured into my ear. “I can’t wait to see how wet you make me when my cum spills out of you.”
My vision went white, and then I was screaming his name, as he roared with the pleasure of my release. His movements slowed, and then he started to laugh. “Shit, we broke the table.”
I opened my eyes, which I had not realized were squeezed shut, and then began to laugh as well. The table was absolutely shattered around us. “Take me home,” I said. “I want to be alone for real.”
Without a word, or even a moment to fasten his pants, Eryx Necroline scooped me into his arms and kissed me as he stalked out of the Paradiso. “With pleasure, my love.”