The ragged gasp he releases makes my clit throb, the rawness of it telling me I’m not the only one desperate to feel something good here. “You can have whatever you want, baby girl. I’m yours.”
His cock is already bulging his jeans, hot and heavy as I pull it out and circle my tongue around the head. This is real, and the only kind of raw I want to be feeling right now. Fuck logic. Fuck emotion. Fuck everything but the dopamine already flooding my system.
Sucking him deep, I slip my hand under my dress to my bare cunt and rub my clit, eyes fluttering when he groans and tightens his fist in my hair. “Are you playing with that pretty little pussy, Alaina? Let me see how wet your fingers are.”
Dipping them inside myself, I do him one better. After deepthroating and holding there until he whimpers, I stand back up and hold my shining, wet fingersto his lips. “Taste me, Bash. See for yourself.”
He sucks them in without hesitation, his fingers digging into my skin painfully as he stuffs my panties into his pocket and lifts me up off the floor to slot between my legs. “Fuck, I need you.”
“So take me. Fuck me, Sebastian. Please.” I kiss him again, flicking my tongue over his piercing and rutting against him. “Just try to be quiet.”
He sinks inside a second later, the stretch of him making me gasp and forget all about whether or not we should be using a condom. “So tight,” he moans, nipping my neck as he grinds deep. “Say my name again.”
His full name, the one that slipped right out of my mouth. “Sebastian.” My back presses against the wall as he fucks me harder, pulling me a little closer to the oblivion I’ve been chasing. “Just like that, baby. Fuck, I want you to come inside me again.”
His cock pulses in agreement as he nods. “I need it,” he admits. “Need to fill you up again. This pussy is mine.”
All thoughts of keeping quiet vanish from my mind as he fucks me like theanimal he is, that driving need to claim me superseding everything else, and it feels so good my legs begin to shake as he takes me apart.
Desperate not to squirt this time, I keep my hips angled so he’s not quite hitting the spot I need him too, but it still feels just as good. One orgasm turns to two, and by the third he’s pumping in and out of me feverishly as he chases his release. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby girl. Say it again. Tell me where you want it. Tell me this cunt is only mine.”
Only hisseems a little forward, but I have no issues telling him what I want from him right now. That’s how this works now, isn’t it? I use him and he uses me?
”Come inside me, Sebastian. Fill my pussy up.”
“Alaina,” he growls, but he’s too far gone to stop himself now.
I can feel how close he is with every single thrust, and when he nuzzles his face into my neck and tries to slow down and catch himself, it only seems to backfire when he immediately tumbles over the edge. He barrels inside of me and comes with a deep, guttural groan that vibratesdown my throat and finally silences all the bullshit in my head.
Yeah, I needed that.
But now we need to get out of here. Laughing breathlessly, I kiss his cheek and wiggle a little to make sure I got it all. “This was highly inappropriate, Mr. Kincaid. Highly inappropriate.”
His hands tighten as if he’s not ready to let me go, keeping himself buried deep as he kisses me again. “I know. I couldn’t help it. I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
“Luckily for you, I really needed it. Today was fucked.” I accept one more deep kiss before he lets me down and I fix my dress, but now I don’t know what to do with him. Or how to escape this storage closet without being seen. And there’s another problem — I can’t keep taking Plan B pills every time he decides to show his face. “I guess I should get back on birth control.”
His eyes widen like he didn’t even think of that, but he immediately tries to play it off. “So you’re... you weren’t already on it?”
”Nope,” I say, popping the p as I swing the storage room door open and walk out, leaving him there speechless.
His cum drips down my thighs, but I ignore it, not willing to look vulnerable in any capacity. I can’t right now.
He stumbles out after me, not saying anything until I go right back to boxing up my supplies like that little tryst never happened. “Are you — where are you staying?”
He’s staring at my stomach like he might be able to see if he knocked me up with his own eyes, and the curiosity in those orange daggers is enough to make me laugh. Little weirdo looks like he wants it.
“A hotel just down the street. It’s a short tour like yours was, so I’m hotel hopping for the next couple of weeks. Are you catching a flight back home, or...?”
“Eventually, but I’m staying down the street too. What’s the name of your hotel?”
“It’s called the Clocktower, it’s more of an inn than a hotel.”
“That’s the same place I’m staying at.” The smile on his face should piss me off, but it’s a little too endearing for me to truly feel angry. “Can we ride there together?”
Sighing, I nod. “At least grab a box or two then. I rented a car, it’s parked on the street out front. Grey Corolla.”
Grabbing one myself, I head out the door and wonder if I’m not making a giant, stupid mistake. Again.
