I’m now pressed against the door, Ben’s big body closing me in. Between my thighs is sticky with lust and my nipples have hardened. There are no guidelines here as to what to do. The only person who could give me advice would be Micky and I already know what he’d say.
Take that walk on the wild side and you’ll never come back.
I think I took that walk weeks ago when a man I didn’t really know watched another man fuck me and I didn’t tell him to go.
I never closed that door.
He’s just told me he’s fucked the man I kissed and I should feel betrayed and upset and hurt; instead, I’m imagining the three of us together and wondering how it would feel.
It’s me who takes hold of the back of Ben’s neck and I pull myself up to press my lips to his. The kiss is a reunion, because it’s been too long and I’m too needy. There’s no sense behind this, no agenda, no wisdom. Just need and desire and lust.
Maybe love.
He kisses me back and it’s furious and fast. I cup his cock and find it hard, pulling at the zipper of his trousers while he pushes up the skirt of my dress.
I’m going to be late for the reception and I’m going to go in there smelling of sex.
His fingers find my wet cunt and I hear him groan about my lack of underwear as he roughly pushes two fingers into me, pumping.
I shift a leg around his waist and he boosts me up, removing his hand.
“I have to always keep you safe. I can’t promise you anything else than to keep you safe.” His words are soft as he lines his cock up to my entrance and pushes in, his head tipping back as I clamp my pussy around him.
“Why do you have to keep me safe?”
He pauses, deep inside me. “Because I fucking fell in love with you when I found you in my maze and I never fell out of it.”
I know I’m crying. I know there are tears running out of my eyes as I come, his cock driving into me almost violently because this is how we are. Pleasure with a bite of pain.
I’m telling him I love him when he comes inside me, my nails digging into any skin I can find, my legs twisted around his waist. I don’t know what anyone passing thinks of the noise coming from the room, but I’m beyond caring.
We kiss as he pulls out of me and I’m thankful for the long skirt.
“Did you mean what you said?” He takes a handkerchief from his pocket and drops to his knees, cleaning up between my legs. “That you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Can you take me at my word?”
I have to keep you safe.
“Yes.”
Reality starts to grip me. “I need to go back to my room. And we’re late already.”
Ben nods. “They’ll wait for you. They always do.”
* * *
Eyes land on me when I finally enter the reception room, carrying a glass of champagne and looking more put together than I feel. The pieces that Ben has shattered me into have been stuck together with nearly three decades of training and the quiet touch Ben held my arm with, or touched my back with, while I patched up my make-up and cleaned myself up, so I didn’t look like I’d just been fucked hard against the back of the door.
William Goldsmith is the first over, giving me a smile that makes Ben tense besides me.
“You look stunning.” He leans in to kiss my cheek.
I smile politely and don’t return the gesture, clutching my glass. I’m still wet between my legs from my arousal and Ben’s semen and the secret of it is making me burn.
“Thank you. It’s nice to get dressed up sometimes. How are the talks going?”
