I don’t care where we are.
I don’t mind if we get caught.
I just want to feel Ray’s hands all over me.
“Good girl,” he praises, yanking the panties off my body in one swift movement. “Eyes on me.”
He keeps me pinned to the wall with his stern gaze as his fingers play with my body. One hand glides over my hip to caress my ass cheeks, inching closer to my tiniest hole as the other cups my sex.
“So fucking wet, pet. You ready for me?”
I have trouble answering because he’s got one index finger sliding inside my ass while the other taps my hard clit. When he stops moving, I know that’s because he wants to hear my words.
I force my foggy brain to cooperate. “Yes, sir,” I whisper, fighting to keep my eyes from rolling back into my skull. I wouldn’t dare break eye contact despite the waves of pleasure surging deep inside me.
“Don’t come until I tell you to.”
To obey his order I shift my focus to the sounds floating in from the wedding reception happening mere feet away. Instead of cooling me, it makes me more aware of the danger of being caught in a compromising situation. The thrill of it is like pouring gasoline on a raging fire. I squirm and gasp under Ray’s expert hands, moaning as more heat pools in my sex.
He inhales deeply, leaning until his lips touch the silk of my dress right over my pussy. I brace myself for an avalanche of pleasure as I imagine he’ll kiss me there.
Instead, he groans, his eyes never leaving mine, “Love your scent. Can’t wait to taste you.”
His fingers move frantically now, rubbing and probing my ass and sex. I fist my right hand and sink my teeth into it to stifle the moan ripping my chest. My knees buckle, and dark spots cloud my vision.
Ray grins, withdrawing his hands from my trembling body to bunch the silk of the skirt. He holds it around my waist and growls, “Come for me.”
I obey, sinking my fingers in the tight muscles of his shoulders as he drinks my pleasure. “God,” I moan softly, careful not to attract attention to us while Ray flicks my clit with his tongue.
His lips suck my tender flesh, creating new ripples of pleasure. The harder he devours me, the stronger the next orgasm becomes. I lose count after the third searing release he gifts me.
I gasp for air and fight to keep my eyes open because Ray’s gaze never leaves mine. He scans my face, registering each reaction, adjusting his pace to my needs. I’ve never had a partner as generous yet as dominant as this man. And I don’t think I ever will.
But now isn’t the time to wonder about the future.
Seize the moment, I say to myself, floating down from another climactic height.
He begins to slow down the rhythm of his lips and tongue on my body.
I comb his hair away from Ray’s forehead. “Let me take care of you, sir,” I ask, jutting my chin toward the front of his black slacks. “Please.”
The bulge there has extended the soft material of his slacks to its limits. His erection must be painful against the metal teeth of the zipper.
He stands up, leaning his forehead against mine for a heartbeat as he inhales deeply a couple of times. Our eyes remain locked, but my peripheral vision detects a thick vein pulsing in his jaw.
Glad to know I have this effect on him. Just like he has on me.
“I’ve got a better idea.” He kisses the tip of my nose and takes a step.
Taking my hand, he guides me to a corner of the room where a grand piano stands. His long fingers wrap around my waist, lifting me onto the closed lid without effort. The cool wood presses against the fevered skin of my butt, and I realize my skirt is again bunched up around my hips.
He holds my chin up as his eyes travel down my body, stopping for a moment on my sex. It’s hidden now that I’m pressing my legs together, trying to control the trembling down there.
He shakes his head, releasing my face. “Such a bad girl, hiding yourself from me. Spread them. I want to see what I do to you.”
I do as I’m told, and his scorching gaze sends more shivers down my body. His smile illuminates his face.
Leaning, he presses his lips to mine. My taste on him is so decadent, so sexy, I moan inside his mouth. He chuckles and whispers, “You know what bad girls get?”
