I met his gaze in the mirror, one brow raised as I finger-combed through my curls. “Oh yeah?”
“Two, actually.”
“What are they?”
He set two boxes on the vanity, then braced his hands there, caging me in. He ran his nose along the column of my neck and pressed a kiss to the underside of my jaw before brushing his lips against my ear. “Open them and find out.”
I glanced down at them. They were both black and roughly the same size—small, though the one on my right was slightly bigger. I reached for that one, and Ford hummed low in his throat.
“Did I pick right?” I asked, lifting the black lid off the top but not yet peering inside.
“You’re getting them both, kitten. But this one pairs well with your horny eyes, and opening it first just means we can have a little fun before we leave.”
Well, now I was intrigued. I glanced down, finding a small satin bag nestled in the box, one of my favorite toy brand’s logos stamped on it.
I lifted my gaze to his in the mirror as I loosened the drawstring holding the bag closed. “You got me a toy?”
“Don’t be greedy, kitten. It’s not just for you.” He reached around, dipping his fingers into the satin bag and pulling out two pieces that were tucked inside. “This,” he said, holding a small U-shaped black silicone toy between his thumb and forefinger, “is for you.” He handed it to me, then held up something flat and cylindrical. “But this is for me.”
I turned the vibrator over in my hand, looking at it this way and that. It was small, both in length and thickness—maybe three inches on the wider end, two on the side that was slimmer than my pinky…the part that’d go inside me—and there was no way this was going to do much of anything, especially when I was used to what he was packing.
But then Ford pressed something on his part of the toy, and mine buzzed to life, the sudden jolt nearly making me drop it into the sink.
He chuckled under his breath and brushed his hand up the outside of my thigh, beneath the fluttery hem of my dress. Then he reached around, slid his hand between my legs, and cupped my pussy. “Here’s what’s going to happen, kitten. I’m going to make you come right now to take the edge off. Then I’m going to slip our new little toy inside you, and we’re going to have some fun tonight.”
“But…we’re going out. To yourex’swedding,” I said, though my words lacked heat. Between his hand cupping my pussy and thoughts of us using the toy—of him having that power over my pleasure and my not knowing when it would happen—I was already getting wet.
“Yep,” he confirmed, humming low as he massaged my pussy over my underwear. “But you and I will be the only ones who’ll know what you’ve got tucked inside these pretty panties.”
As he said the words, he slipped his hand beneath the material and slid a finger through my lips. He groaned against my neck when he found just how wet I already was.
“I fucking knew you’d like that,” he said. “Knew when this sweet pussy squeezed the life out of my cock while I fucked you in front of that window that you’d love the idea of getting off in public.”
He slid his fingers down, slipping two inside me and pumping deep. The slow grind of his palm against my clit made me gasp as I braced myself on the counter, my eyes locked on his.
“You do, don’t you?” He brought his other hand up, pushing aside the top of my dress, pulling down the cup of my bra, and freeing one of my breasts. “Love the idea that I’ll be able to make you come in front of everyone, and there won’t be a thing you can do about it.”
“Ford,” I breathed, unable to take my eyes off our reflection in the mirror. At how…hotwe looked together.
My hair fell in perfectly curled waves around my face, and my makeup was subtle and understated. But that was where the civility ended. That all went out the window as soon as Ford got his hands on me. My lips were parted, my cheeks flushed a deep pink, my breasts heaving—one cupped in Ford’s hand—as I stood there and let my husband finger-fuck me to orgasm. All while knowing he was going to make me come at his ex’s wedding in front of who knew how many people.
“Look at how gorgeous you are, riding my hand like that. Fucking beautiful. I could watch you all goddamn day.” His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark as his gaze darted over me in the mirror.
With his right hand between my legs, his left cupping my breast, he held me to him and ground his hard cock into my ass. I wanted—needed—to feel it, so I reached around to grip him, but before I could, he sank his teeth into my neck.
“Not yet,” he murmured. “This isn’t about me. I want to be so desperate to fuck you by the end of the night I can barely see straight. But don’t worry, baby, I’m going to let you have this one. I’m not going to leave my wife’s pussy needy. Not yet.”
He pressed a kiss to my neck, lifting his eyes to meet mine in the mirror as he pumped his fingers inside me. “We’ll save that for when we’re surrounded by dozens of wedding guests. When you’re standing there, looking so fucking beautiful, having a conversation with someone and pretending like you don’t have a vibrator slipped inside your cunt. Like your husband isn’t watching your every move and controlling your pleasure with a flick of his finger. Do you think you’ll be able to hold it in, baby? When you’re commenting about how good the dinner was or how nice the reception is and I turn this on, are you going to be able to stop yourself from coming all over what you wished was my cock?”
“OhGod,” I choked out, closing my eyes against the picture he painted, but it didn’t matter. I was already falling.
With his fingers buried inside me, his palm pressing insistently against my throbbing clit and his other hand cupping my breast, I came with Ford’s scent surrounding me, his soft, whispered words of encouragement in my ear as I shuddered and shook in his arms.
“Just like that… That’s my good girl. Jesus Christ, you look so fucking beautiful when you come for me.” Ford rubbed me gently, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until he slipped his fingers from me while I tried to catch my breath.
And then suddenly, his hand was back, sliding something inside me as he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. I snapped my eyes open when I felt the toy settle against my sensitive clit, and a shudder racked my body.
Ford slid my panties back into place, righted my bra and the top of my dress, then rested his hands on my hips, his eyes locked with mine in the mirror. “You want to try it now?”
