Chapter 23 #2
“We’re alone, in the dark, middle of the day.” My hand moves higher, thumb stroking the damp lace stretched tight between her thighs. “Whatever shall I do with you?”
“Anything you want,” she whispers, voice trembling, body tightening.
That’s all it takes.
I grip the hem of her skirt, hiking it up, baring the soft skin of her thighs.
She shivers, and there’s a faint hitch in her breath as I crowd closer.
My fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs, savoring every inch, every tiny tremble that moves through her as the fabric slides past her knees, calves, and ankles.
My fingers tighten around the scrap of lace, damp from her pussy. I bring it to my face, breathing her in, starving for her.
“Divine,” I growl, voice rough and raw. “Fucking delicious.”
I press the fabric to my face, inhaling again, deeper this time. “You smell better than perfume. Better than anything I’ve ever fucking known. Like sex and sin and something made just for me.”
I drag the lace beneath my nose. “They should bottle your pussy and call it salvation.”
I lick the crotch, slow and deliberate. “But they’d never get it right. You can’t replicate this kind of perfection.”
She lets out a sound, soft and needy, as she leans against the wall. I can barely see her in the dark, but I don’t need light to know what I’ve done to her.
I slide her panties into my pocket. A trophy. “I’m keeping these. Don’t ask for them back.”
My mouth grazes the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, teeth scraping over skin. My hands reach for her hips, moving slowly, memorizing every twitch and shiver.
“Of all the ways you’ve imagined me fucking you, was this one of them? A dark restaurant closet, middle of the day?”
She shudders, and her breath catches.
“No,” she whispers.
A dark chuckle rumbles from my chest as I press my hips forward, letting her feel how hard I am.
“That’s because you can’t imagine all the ways I plan to fuck you,” I say, mouth grazing over her neck. “But you will, baby. You will.”
She gasps, breath hitching hard. “Someone could walk in on us any minute.”
My mouth grazes her ear, teeth scraping over the delicate edge. “That’s what’s so thrilling.”
My hand is under her skirt again, inching higher. “You’re already wet thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“Touch me,” she whispers, voice trembling, breath short. “Find out for yourself.”
Challenge accepted.
My fingers slide between her thighs and fuck—she’s soaked. It’s the kind of wet that ruins self-control.
The groan that tears from my throat is low and jagged. “Fuck, Laurette.”
I cup her, dragging my fingers through that slick heat.
“Oh, you naughty girl.”
I press closer, feeling her shudder.
She lets out a soft laugh. “I didn’t come to this closet because I’m not naughty.”
My hand fists in her hair, tugging her head back. My mouth is at her ear, voice a low, guttural growl. “Tell me what you want.”
Her breath falters. “I want your cock inside me.”
That’s it. That’s fucking it.
I place my hands on her hips, gripping. “Lean forward against the wall. Ass tilted up.” My voice darkens, sharp with command. “I’m going to show you what happens to naughty girls in dark closets.”
She obeys, soft and eager, trembling with need. She arches just right, offering herself up as a gift I don’t deserve but will ruin anyway.
I shove the front of my jeans down, hissing through clenched teeth as I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, already thick and aching. One brutal thrust, deep and hard, and I bury myself to the hilt. She gasps, choking back the sound as my hand comes up to her throat.
She rocks back into me, greedy and desperate, clenching around me as muffled moans slip from her lips. I grip her hip hard, the other hand tightening at her throat, and pound into her. The slap of skin on skin is sharp.
Anyone could walk by and easily hear us.
She trembles and arches into me, breath hitching in short, broken gasps. Her body is tight and straining, holding back sounds that would give her away.
“Fuck, your pussy is tight this way.”
She trembles, breath shattering in soft, broken bursts.
Then a whisper, rough and trembling. “God, you’re so deep. I’m so fucking full.”
The sound I make is low and sharp, dragged from somewhere raw in my chest.
I growl against her ear, driving into her harder as the edge snaps loose inside me. “You feel that? That’s you making me lose control. That’s how good you are.”
And I’m gone, lost in the heat of her. When I come, it’s with a low, guttural snarl against her neck. I spill hard inside her as my fingers dig new bruises into her hips.
I stay there, breath heavy against her skin, the dark stillness swallowing us whole while I stay buried inside her. My forehead rests at the back of her neck, my breath coming hot and ragged as I hold on to her, not ready to let go.
Her body trembles, soft and raw around me, aftershocks rippling through her thighs. Her knees are barely holding. I feel every shiver, every quiver that gives her away. I don’t move a muscle; I’m not ready to give up this pussy.
My hand slides up, fingers threading through her hair, stroking gently.
“Don’t clean up. I want you wet with my cum all day. When it leaks on your thighs, catch it on your fingers and lick it clean so you can taste me all day. Understood?”
Her breath comes out as a soft, wrecked sound. “Yes, My Wolf.”
My mouth curves, rough, hungry and tender all at once, as I press a kiss beneath her ear. “My perfect little obsession. So eager and perfect. All mine.”
She sways on shaky legs. When she whispers, it’s barely a sound at all. “When will I see you again?”
My teeth graze her earlobe once, just enough to make her shiver. “Soon, Laurette.”
I pull back, dragging my hands down her sides, savoring the soft gasp she can’t stop as the contact ends.
I zip up and adjust myself. Then I slip out of the supply closet, the door closing with a soft click. My clothes are straightened, my hands steady, as if my dick wasn’t buried inside the assistant district attorney only moments ago.
The hallway is empty, the low hum of the restaurant bleeding in from behind. I move through it unnoticed. No one spares me a second glance.
My heart still pounds under my ribs, a deep, slow thrum.
I pass their table. Richard finishes his po’boy, eyes on the files in front of him. He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t know his polished little ADA is standing in a dark supply closet with my cum sliding down her thighs.
Outside, the sunlight hits hard, warm against my skin, dazzling off cars and pavement. I tip my head back, eyes closing as a slow, sharp grin pulls at my mouth.
A clean pursuit. A flawless catch.
And damn, she only makes me crave the chase more.