“Tell me how badly you want me.” He reaches between us, shoving my thong aside and pressing his fingers to my swollen, aching clit.
I gasp, arching my back.
“Consider your lies, Wallflower,” he warns softly. “You have no idea how badly I want to spank you right now.”
His other hand slips down to the full curve of my ass cheek. He palms it, jerking me forward. I’m caught between both his hands, and although we’re in our own private area, we’re still in public. I’m almost certain if I allowed myself to fully cry out, the entire opera house would be able to hear me.
He trails his mouth down my neck and along my collarbone.
“I haven’t given you the word yet,” I tell him, grinding against his hand. My body is humming and vibrating. It feels even better than the time in the elevator. “Even if I did, we couldn’t. Not here.”
“So, you’re saying it’s a possibility?” He slips his fingers down my slit before plungingthem inside me.
My mouth falls open and I don’t think. I lose all hesitation and give him a coy smile. “Maybe.”
His gaze softens as his fingers work inside me, tugging on the part of me I’ve left dormant for so long. “You have no idea what you do to me. What you’ve done to me all this time. I’ve dreamed endlessly of this. Of you.”
“Please,” I beg, shamelessly. I look down at Holt, pressing my hands around his gorgeous face. I kiss him once before looking him in the eye and confessing, “I want your cock to fill me. I want you to make me come harder than ever. I want you to fuck me, Holt. Fuck me like you’ve wanted to for the past six years.”
His eyes darken, the blues in them sharpening in the pale light. His fingers pull out of me, and then he’s scrambling to undo his belt and the zipper of his pants.
I don’t believe giving in completely to your feelings. I’ve seen the devastation it can cause. No one can truly love someone else, not wholly. But I see Holt’s truth in this moment. He meant it when he said he sees me. He’s watched me for years, wanting this. Slipping down this rabbit hole with him, I surrender, telling myself it’s only temporary. I’ll feel this, then go back to pretending.
I lean down and press my lips to his jaw, then his neck. Being this close and feeling him this way is freeing. Terrifying and freeing. I know we’re crossing a line. Being here, not in the view of the public, yet still in public, is the perfect metaphor for our situation. I’m asking Holt to relieve whatever this is between us without a single person glancing in our direction.
The other guests in their booths across the way can’t see us. At least, I don’t believe they can. They’re too focused on the performance on stage, and we’re covered in shadows.
I rise up slightly as Holt grips onto his cock, guiding me over him. Then he slams me down.
My teeth sink into my lip, stifling my cries as he fills me. I wish this stupid fucking dress wasn’t between us. I need his hands on me. His mouth biting down on my peaked nipples that are aching to be touched. Still, though, this feeling consumes me.
I never once wanted to be touched by Adam but with one look, one whisper, I want Holt.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight.” He groans against my neck. “God, Wallflower…”
I move subtly, rocking my hips just enough to move along Holt’s long, thick cock. It reaches deep inside me, and with every move it becomes more difficult not to cry out with pleasure. Difficult not to scream. Difficult not to want this to end but also not end at all.
“Holt… right there…” I whisper in his ear.
The orchestra plays another song, the chords and melodies striking louder and faster. Closing my eyes, I sink into this feeling building inside me. I’m wound tightly, like all the tension I’ve carried around me for years is on the verge of unraveling and spinning out of control. Like one of those wind-up toy cars, each thrust brings on another onslaught of explosions. Tiny bursts of electricity hum through my veins and across my skin. I’m still dressed, but Holt makes it a point to drag his mouth across every exposed inch of skin. My shoulders, the swell of my breasts, the base of my throat.
I comb my fingers through his hair before he’s urging me to look down at him.
His blue eyes shine in the shadows.
We simply stare into each other’s eyes as I move above him. He lifts his hips slightly, but he doesn’t need to do much. My jaw falls, and I’m gasping for air, lungs burning.
Holt’s sparkling eyes search my face as he reaches betweenus again and presses his fingers to my clit. A new surge of adrenaline courses through me.
“Unravel for me, Wallflower.”
With his other hand, he slams me down again before lifting his free hand to grip the side of my face and pulling me down to kiss him. His lips are soft yet commanding. I melt into them, and within seconds, I’m coming undone. I’m finally falling off the cliff, with Holt’s touch surrounding me. His mouth is pressed to mine, and I slam myself back down, vibrating against him as I come undone.
My movements slow as I ride out my own orgasm, using our kiss to stifle my cries. He still has his hand pressed against my clit as I slide myself along his length several more times before he’s coming, too. His cock pulses inside me, intensifying the rest of my orgasm as his cum fills me.
“Oh, fuck.” He groans against my mouth, barely breaking our kiss. His body wracks beneath me, gripping onto me as his eyes squeeze shut.
His head tips back, resting it on the back of the velvet booth. Running my thumb along his jaw, I lean down and kiss his skin. It’s rough and grating against my mouth, but it pulls me back down to reality.
