Page 116 of Plus Size Player
My nipples hardened from the cold air hitting my skin and I glanced up to the vent. The one in the back corner offered the most privacy, but a rain-soaked body and a high-powered air conditioner made the choice questionable.
I should’ve picked a different spot,I thought.
I reached behind me, unhooking my bra, and then paused when I heard footsteps drawing closer. I was just about to peek around the partition when a deep, velvety voice finally replied from the other side of it.
“What was quick?”
My stomach flipped. “Russ?” I whispered.
Stepping around the corner, Russ stood in the space between the partition and the wall. His handsome face was expressionless. His lips were parted slightly as he inhaled and exhaled steadily. His eyes locked with mine and we just silently stared at each other.
I was surprised to see him standing three feet away from me. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t until his gaze swept down my body that I even remembered I was standing in an unhooked brown bra and matching satin panties.
My heart rate spiked.
When our eyes met again, I leaned forward slightly and let my bra slip down my arms. The moment it hit the carpeted floor, Russ closed the gap between us. Grabbing my face, he crashed his lips into mine as he forced me backward. My back hit the wall and I gasped.
He kissed me hungrily. His soft lips moved over mine, dominating me, consuming me. I knew I craved him. But that kiss made me realize how deprived I felt without him. And when his tongue grazed mine, I fully gave in. I lost myself in that kiss and I felt everything, everywhere.
I clawed at his shirt, pulling his body closer to mine. Feeling his growing bulge pressing against me, my body shivered. My hand slipped between us and as soon as it slid across the front of his pants, something animalistic took over the both of us.
We pawed each other, deepening the kiss. I wasn’t sure when I’d unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, but the moment I wrapped my hand around his thick dick, my knees weakened. Only his boxer briefs separated us, and I knew there was no going back.
I didn’t just want to fuck him.
I needed to fuck him.
The desire I felt for him was too much and I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t care about the consequences of getting caught. I only cared about getting off.
His hands slid down my neck and chest until he groped my bare breasts. I moaned just as his fingers found my rock-hard nipples.
His touch made the throbbing between my thighs intensify. Unable to speak, I peered up at him through my lashes as I squeezed his bulge gently.
He groaned my name so softly I barely heard it.
I ran my hand up and down his erection as it strained against his boxer briefs. The memory of his dick and how good it felt inside me guided my fingertips through the fly.
“Shit,” he growled under his breath as I touched him.
He removed my hand and in one fell swoop, he pinned both of my wrists above my head. With one of his big hands holding them in place against the wall, he used the other to wrap around my neck.
Bringing his face within an inch of mine, he stared into my eyes.
“You were staring at me during your shoot,” he murmured against my lips. “Giving me that look…”
I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t know what he wanted me to say. But I was drunk off the way he was looking at me.
And I was soaking wet.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. The stretch of my arms as I was restrained in my movement only made the desire for him stronger.
He kissed and sucked his way down my neck and chest until he suctioned his mouth onto my waiting nipple. The wet heat of his mouth made me moan as he alternated from one nipple to the other.
“Russ,” I said his name softly.
His hands slid down my body. “I’ve missed that sound,” he whispered hoarsely. Hooking his fingers into my panties, he tugged them over my hips. “I’ve missed hearing it.” Pushing them down, he squatted in front of me. “I’ve missed creating it.”
I swallowed hard as I listened to him, watched him. “I’ve missed you, too. Badly.”
