“Shit.” She writhes against me, not even bothering to be quiet. Good. I hope she screams until her throat is raw and everyone knows exactly what we’re doing in here. Knows I’m the one making her feel this way. Making her fall apart on my tongue. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as she rides my face in the middle of the banquet hall’s bathroom. Flicking the tip against her little nub, I push a finger inside her tight entrance, and she squeezes me, her thighs on either side of my head.
“Uh huh,” she whimpers. “Just like that. Right there.”
She lifts her hips as best she can, leaning back on her elbows until her head hits the bathroom mirror. I suck on her pussy lips, then spread her folds again, pumping my finger in and out of her tight cunt as I worship her clit with my mouth. Her body spasms from the onslaught of sensations, and my cock jerks in response.
“Jagger, shit. This feels so good. Keeping going. Please, keep going.”
I continue my assault, letting her pleading decide the pressure and pace as I eat her out with enthusiasm. Fuck, I needed this. Needed her. Her mouth, her pussy, her presence. I wasn’t kidding. About Violet making shit easier. And right now? Right now, I’m flying high.
Twisting her hands in my hair until I swear it’s going to be ripped out in clumps, Violet finally unravels beneath my touch, coming against my mouth. Her legs squeeze both sides of my head, cutting off the majority of my oxygen as she smothers me with her pussy. But damn. What a way to go. I keep licking as her muscles spasm around me, lapping at her like she’s the best damn ice cream cone I’ve ever had until finally, she pushes me away, the stimulation too overwhelming for her take. Shoving her hair away from her face, she rests the back of her head against the mirror, her chest rising and falling in an unsteady pattern. “Holy shit,” she breathes out. As her thighs fall limply open, I lift my head and take her in. Rumpled skirt. Flushedexpression. Uneven breaths. She looks thoroughly fucked and perfectly gorgeous in her post-orgasmic haze.
Brushing her messy hair away from her face again, a light blush on her cheeks, she repeats, “Holy shit.”
With a laugh, I stand, situating her underwear back into place and tugging down her skirt until she’s fully covered, no matter how much I’ll miss the view of her perfect pussy I just devoured. I needed this. I needed her. Leaning against the counter, I close my eyes, savoring the quiet of my mind. When I walked into this bathroom, I felt like it would never dissipate. The anger. The noise. But with Violet’s taste still on my mouth, I can’t help but feel…lighter. Free.
“You okay?” she whispers.
Opening my eyes again, I cup her cheek, commanding her full attention. “Thank you,” I murmur.
She quirks her brow. “Shouldn’t I be thanking you?”
“You didn’t have to follow me in here. I threw a fit like a toddler?—”
“Your dad’s an ass.”
“I know, but it doesn’t excuse my actions.”
“Well, if they’re followed by this,” she motions to the bathroom, “I think I’ll forgive you.”
With a laugh, I help her clean up and adjust her dress back into place, then kiss the side of her throat. “Come on. We better get back out there.”
44
VIOLET
By the time we head back to the table, Jagger’s dad is at the bar with a man who’s at least eighty, Cobie’s on the dance floor with Ford, and Hawke’s missing altogether. We must’ve missed the actual dinner. Most of the plates are cleared now, but I’m not hungry anyway.
I’ve gotten better about eating. Jagger’s made sure of it. Introducing me to new foods. Serving me veggies with every meal. Making sure I have enough protein. It’d be annoying if it wasn’t so sweet. Ifhewasn’t so sweet.
Jagger squeezes my hand. “Do you want to dance?”
I’m not going to lie. He scared me tonight. Not him or his reaction, even. It was his demons. The ones I glimpsed at the table, then again in the bathroom until I found a way to distract him. To bring him back to me. Now, here he is, asking me to dance?
“Really?” I ask. “You want to dance?”
“Is that a problem, Little Thief?"
The warmth in his smile makes my stomach flip-flop. “Lead the way.”
On the dance floor, Jagger grabs my waist and tugs me into him, swaying us back and forth to the live band playing on stage.If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was Cinderella. The dress, the lights, the music. Only this time, there’s no ticking clock counting down and ruining the moment. Jagger has me for as long as he wants, and with the way he’s looking at me right now? I have a feeling he wants to keep me for far longer than past midnight.
“Do you want to know a secret?” I ask as we sway back and forth.
He nods.
“I’ve never danced with a guy.” A nervous giggle slips out of me. “Really, I’ve never danced like this period, but…”
With a low laugh, he spins me around, then tugs me back into him, treating me like his own, life-size yo-yo. “Well, you’re doing great.”
