I’d go anywhere with him, even if I shouldn’t, so I follow his lead.
* * *
Whit
I’ve been dying to get my hands on Lucy all night, and little accidental brushes aren’t cutting it. But who am I kidding? My body has been craving hers since I stood on her doorstep over a month ago.
Earlier, I did a little recon on my way to the men’s room, and I scouted out a small room just beyond the bar. The lock popped easily enough, and I opened the door to find what amounts to a sitting room. There’s a long overstuffed chaise, a built-in bench, and a few padded chairs. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s one of those rooms brides use to get dressed and stuff. A dressing room, that’s what it is.
And tonight, Lucy and I will be using it to get undressed.
I lead her down the hallway, loving the feel of her soft hand in mine. It’s been weeks since we touched, and though our sext sessions are fucking awesome, nothing compares to the feel of her skin on mine. And yeah, we agreed to keep things secret, keep it just between us, but I can’t resist holding her hand.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks.
“Someplace we can talk,” I say, because it’s true. You know, if you count dirty talk.
Like I told Lucy earlier, the best way to get away with shit is to look like you’re where you’re supposed to be, doing what you’re supposed to be doing. The easiest way to get caught is to look shady or unsure. So I stride up to the door like I fucking work here, pop the lock, and step inside.
Lucy follows me into the tiny room, but she’s got tells written all over her pretty face. “Caleb,” and God how I love it when she says my name, “where are we? Are we supposed to be here? Did you get a key? Because—”
I quiet her protests with a kiss, then back us up against an adjoining wall. “Lucy Lyn, we are,” I kiss her again, “most definitely supposed to be here.”
She eyes me skeptically. “Really? We’re not breaking any rules? So, if I march up to the front desk right now and—”
“If you walk up to the front desk right now, Lucy, you’ll be doing it naked,” I tell her, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor. She gasps and the sound ignites an already smoldering fire inside me. I’ve been hard since I walked up behind her and spotted her ass in that tight, fitted dress. And nothing—not even a boring as fuck awards ceremony could quell my lust.
I look at Lucy. Her dress is on the floor, so she’s standing in front of me in just panties and high heels. Fuck.
I reach for her naked breasts, cupping one in each hand. “God damn, Lucy. No bra?”
She smiles shyly. “I don’t really need one with this dress. There’s a built—”
Her words slur to a stop when I cover her left breast with my mouth, sucking greedily. My left hand toys with the nipple on her right breast and she squirms in my arms.
“I need you, Lucy. I fucking need you.” I pull away for a second, just long enough to unzip my pants and free my cock. Stroking myself, I look up to see her parted lips and hungry gaze.
Deciding that we might as well take advantage of a flat surface since we have one, I step out of my pants and lie back on the padded chaise. As soon as I reach my arms out, Lucy’s in them, her perfect body straddling mine. My hands skim over her body as she grabs for my pants from the floor.
“Back pocket, wallet,” I tell her, grateful she’s thinking straight and has remembered the condom. My dick is straining to get inside her, the tip leaking with pre-cum. She smiles as she rolls the rubber on me, and fuck, even that touch is nearly enough to set me off.
Bending my legs at the knees, I plant my feet on the edge of the chaise. Damn, they don’t make these things for grown-ass men. Pressing my fingertips to Lucy’s shoulders, I lean her back against my thighs. She’s spread out before me like a gift and I’m about to lose my goddamn mind.
But first, I need to make sure she loses hers.
My cock is still a greedy bastard, demanding his turn, but I ignore him and trace her folds with my fingers.
“I’m gonna need you to come for me. Think you can do that, Lucy?” I ask, thrusting two fingers inside her.
“Oh God,” she moans, biting her lip.
I play with her sweet pussy as she writhes in front of me.
“Jesus, I’m addicted to watching you come. The way you scream and move and fall apart? I can’t get enough of it. And it’s even better in person.”
I punctuate my words with another thrust of my fingers, this one deep enough that it grazes the place that makes her go crazy. She convulses around my hand, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from shouting.
Speaking of noise, my girl’s starting to get loud, so I quiet her mouth with a kiss as she slides her body down my dick.
