I have died every second waiting for you, I mentally sang my own version with the singer. Resting my brow on his chest, I inhaled his familiar scent. Lulled by the soft music, the wine and Shay’s arms around me, it took me back to my prom night and I didn’t want the moment to end.
Then I made the mistake of looking up. His head lowered and I didn’t resist when his lips met mine in the softest of kisses, feeling it all the way to my toes. I groaned into his mouth, desperate for more. His grip tightened around my waist, his lips moving down my chin, my neck, his hard on pressing into my stomach.
I forgot where we were until the music changed and I blurted, “fuck me, Shay.”
His chuckle tickled the fine hairs on my nape. Before I realized his intention, he grabbed my hand and led me toward the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” I asked, baffled.
He paused for a beat, bringing my body up against his, his lips brushing mine. “You made your choice, Blue. I’m giving you what you wanted.” I should’ve stopped him, I didn’t. He began walking again.
Just as he rounded the kitchen, I steered him into a storeroom that housed several cupboards and a walk-in fridge used for surplus stock. He opened it and pulled me inside, the cold immediately seeping into my heated body. “The fridge, really?” I laughed.
“Déjà vu baby, same cock different fridge.” He pushed me up against a wall, reminding me of prom night. “Only this time, I’m going to warm you up, with my cock inside you.” He winked, ghosting his lips over mine.
Puffs of cold air danced between us, but I felt no cold, just roaring flames engulfing my body. I tried to capture his mouth, but he was taunting me. Keeping me waiting. He slid his foot between my legs, widening them then reached down, tugged my dress up and dragged his fingers up my inner thighs.
“Oh,” I sucked in a breath.
One dark brow shot up. “Changed your mind?” I shook my head. “Good.”
With deft fingers, he eased my underwear to the side, thumb finding my clit. My breath stalled. He started circling, slowly, gently, hardly touching me, but I felt him. How could I not? Then his mouth found mine. The kiss was hard, aggressive, demanding while his free hand cupped my ass, his fingers biting into my skin. My heartbeat pounded, my pulse hammering at each point. I groaned, my pussy so slick and yearning for his thick cock to fill me. When he finally broke the kiss, he slipped two fingers inside my pussy and curved upward, his thumb hitting that bundle of nerves that made me black out for a moment.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
Shay wrapped his other hand around my neck, nipping my bottom lip, his eyes locked on mine, raw lust turning those silver grays metallic. “Say my name, Skye,” he growled against my mouth. “Say it, so you’ll know I’m the one fucking you.” Using my name, I knew he was determined to show me how affected he was by my earlier evasion to discuss Caleb. Eyes not leaving mine, he changed pace, fucking me harder and faster.
He nipped my neck while squeezing my breast then yanked down my dress and when his mouth closed around first one nipple then the other, biting down, a cry tore from my lips and I lost all sense of time and place. One of his hands shot up to cover my mouth, smoothly finger-fucking me, grinding his palm against my clit. Eyes wide, I hummed against the hand covering my mouth. He dropped it and watched me in total awe, moaning at my reaction.
“Shay,” I breathed, grasping his arms tight. As if he knew I was close, his mouth closed over my earlobe in a gentle suck, and I fell.
“Come on my fingers now, Blue,” he whispered into my ear. “Show me how desperate you are for my cock.” His fingers moved even faster, and I rocked my hips. The next second, he dropped to his knees, his tongue flicking over my clit sucking it into his mouth. Another second and I almost jackknifed off the wall, my body jerking, shuddering with an intense orgasm as I cried out, every inch of me shattering into millions of pieces.
Not giving me a chance to come back down from my high, he stood, spinning me around and pressed my chest up against the cold wall. All I felt was scorching heat as he ripped off my panty and his cock slid into my pussy. Stunned by the hard feel of him, I arched my neck back, seeking his lips. As he kissed and sucked my throat, my nipples sensitive from his biting, rubbed against the cold wall and I hissed in a harsh breath.
I was so aroused, I couldn’t breathe, my mind on a whirlwind of need. His hips began a slow pump, sliding deep. My eyes rolled back in my head, incoherent words falling from my lips. I no longer cared if anyone heard, if what we were doing, again, was right or wrong. All I knew was I wanted him, craving him like the air I needed just to live. Then he picked up pace, driving into me, hard, fast, no restraint, provoking filthy cries from me.
He grabbed my knee, brought my leg up, spreading me wider, letting me take him deeper while his other hand rubbed my clit with the perfect pressure that had me panting. “Shay!” I shoved back into him with a hoarse cry, my pussy clamping down on him, strangling his pounding cock.
His dick thickened and grew harder, hitting every nerve, weakening my knees. Stuff fell from the shelf I grabbed onto as our bodies jerked together in a frenzied fucking, I didn’t think I’d survive.
“Fuck. Blue.” He slammed in so deep, my nails scraped the cold metal.
Another orgasm sprinted down my spine, racing for the finish line. “Oh, God, I’m close.”
Shay didn’t give me that. He pulled out to my agonizing groan and spun me around with a soft chuckle. He lifted me onto the top of what looked like a smaller freezer. I didn’t even feel the cold on my naked ass. Dragging me to the edge, he threw my legs over his shoulder, tipping me back and gripping my thighs, he slammed into me, getting his cock deeper.
“Fuck,” he groaned the same time a cry ripped from my lips. He stopped. “Did I hurt you, baby?”
Annoyed, I shook my head. “Fuck me harder, Shay,” I snapped, not recognizing the devil in my words or perhaps Lilith was out to play again. I internally smirked.
He laughed softly, pulled out and slammed back in, his balls slapping my flesh as he picked up the pace. My nails bit into his arms, my eyes locked on his handsome face, wild with open need. Hardly believable that this was the same man who fucked me with a slow sensuality, back at the church and I loved them both.
“Oh god... harder.” I cried.
“Any harder and I might break you,” he rasped.
“I don’t care,” I sassed, my need for him was too primal, wanting all of him inside of me, fearing that when we walked away from here, he’d have to leave me again.
