She hesitates for a long moment before placing her palm in mine. I drag it down, my eyes locked with hers, and wrap it around my cock.
"Sidney," she gasps, her eyes going wide.
"Don't tell me that you aren't beautiful when you've kept me like this all night," I rasp, my voice shaking. "Don't tell me that I don't know perfection when it's got me so hard I can't think straight." I tip her head back further, forcing her to see me. "He doesn't get like this for just anyone. It's only you."
She makes the sweetest little sound half a second before her fist wraps around my cock. I slam my eyes closed, my head kicking back. My hips buck without permission, trying to get closer to her and her heat.
"Fuck, butterfly," I groan. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"I think I'm getting the picture," she whispers. "Sidney, I…I…"
"What is it? Tell me what you need, and I've got you."
"Kiss me?" she asks, her voice the tiniest of whispers.
I hear it in my soul, setting fire to my synapses.
My hand curves around the back of her neck, tugging her up against me until her tits are crushed against my chest and I feel every quivering breath she takes. Her lips part, her dilated eyes locked on my face.
I dip my head, intending to take it slow, to sink into her and ruin us both. Instead, her tongue touches my bottom lip the same way it did earlier, and I lose it.
Her name rumbles from my lips loud enough for half the theater to hear. I drag her into my arms, plastering her against the velvet wall of the box. My lips seam to hers, my hands planted on her ass to haul her up my body.
Her taste is a shot of adrenaline right to the heart. The way she whimpers is a vise around my balls. I want to drown in her right here and now. Fuck breathing. This right here is what I need, just her wrapped around me, kissing me like she never wants to stop.
"Christ, butterfly," I snarl, using my hands on her ass to grind her against my cock. "I want to make you scream for me."
"Sidney," she moans, writhing all over me. "You c-can't do that."
"Yeah?" I drag my lips down to her throat, sucking and biting at the delicate flesh. "Why not, Hattie baby?"
"Because…because…" She pulls my hair, moaning again. "H-half of Chicago can't hear me come! I'll never be able to go anywhere ever again."
I chuckle and then bite her again, rocking my hips against her. "You're right. They aren't allowed to hear you." I might actually lose my mind if anyone hears her. I want those sounds all to myself.
Who am I kidding? I want her all to myself. I want all her time, all her attention, every inch of her. I was stupid to think I could pretend otherwise.
"Please," she gasps, her kiss-swollen lips parted. "Oh, please, please."
"What are you begging for, butterfly? Tell me, and it's yours."
"I don't know!" she cries, tipping her head forward to meet my gaze, so much need in her eyes, it crashes over me in a tidal wave. She knows exactly what she needs. She's just afraid to ask for it. She's afraid to let herself have it. Perhaps she's afraid to let herself believe I meant a damn thing I said tonight.
"You do know," I growl, squeezing her perfect ass. "Tell me."
"You," she whispers. "Please, Sidney."
The whole theater hears me growl again. I know they do. I also know I don't care. The woman I'd die to belong to is begging me to fuck her. It's the one thing I want more than I want air. It's also the one thing I can't give her right now.
This is hell. It's a perfect, exquisite, torturous hell.
"Please," she whimpers.
I press her deeper against the wall, ensuring she's completely hidden in the shadows. If anyone on stage looks up here, all they'll see is my shadow. They won't see her.
My hand slips from her ass, sliding around her hip.
She gasps, quivering in my arms.
