After rushing through doing my business, I stood at the sink in the bathroom surveying my appearance. I’d not worn a dress since before the fire, but today I wanted to look nice and let my legs breathe some. The burns had closed completely now but the skin was still pretty tight and needed lots of moisturizing. Fresh air would do them some good, and it gave me an excuse to bring back some of the confidence I’d been lacking since it happened. I wanted to show everyone that the fire hadn’t broken me and I wasn’t afraid to show them off. So I’d picked a flowing white summer dress with thin ruffled straps and ruffles at the bottom of the skirt’s hem. I adjusted the sweetheart neckline making sure my boobs didn’t accidentally slip out, and checked over my makeup, making sure it hadn’t smeared from all the sweating I’d been doing from dancing in this heat.
Satisfied everything was in its place, and I was composed after my run in with Mama Torres, I exited the bathroom with a bit of pep in my step. I’d just about made it around the corner when I felt an arm wrap around my waist and tug me into a room, making me shriek in surprise. I was spun and pushed against the door, closing it with a small bang behind me.
Porter’s smiling face greeted me, settling my rampant nerves that told me that I was about to be kidnapped.
“Porter!” I slapped his shoulder in frustration. “You scared the shit out of me!”
He chuckled and leaned into me, pressing me harder into the door. “I’m sorry, Soph. I just wanted to get you alone for a second. I haven’t gotten to spend much time with you the last couple of days. I’ve missed you,” he added that last part in a husky whisper that sent shivers up my spine.
I melted into him, knowing exactly how he felt. “Oh yeah? How much did you miss me?”
He dipped his head until his lips lightly brushed mine, but didn’t fully connect. His hands grabbed mine and brought them up and over my head. My knees became weak and my breath was yanked right right out of my chest.
“So much that all I could think about was how badly I wanted to taste you again,” he murmured against my lips.
“How badly I wanted to touch you again.”
One hand kept my wrists locked together while the other traveled down my neck, explored my collar bones, then dragged down between my breasts before sliding all the way down. I gasped when he lifted the hem of my skirt and slipped his index finger through the leg hole of my underwear to reach me exactly where I wanted him to.
“How badly I wanted you to scream my name again.”
He accentuated that by thrusting his finger into me, making me bite back the groan of pleasure I wanted to let loose.
“Fuck you’re already so wet, Soph. You like this?” He slipped a second finger in me and pumped them in and out a little faster.
“Fuck yes. Oh God…” I moaned quietly. He was a goddamn expert with his fingers, already pulling me to the brink of an orgasm after barely even a minute of this.
“Come for me, beautiful. I’ve got you,” Porter asked of me, anchoring me to the door as my body began to shake. When I could barely hold onto the scream begging to slip out, he sealed his lips to mine and his tongue went to work with mine, keeping his strokes in tune with what his fingers were doing. I kissed him back hard, needing his mouth as badly as I needed this orgasm to break free.
Just as I was about to come, he released my hands and mouth, dropped to his knees and replaced his fingers with his tongue. He fucked my clit with his mouth like a starving man. My hips rolled, accommodating him as I held on for dear life.
I brought my hand to my mouth and bit down hard, muffling my scream as I came so aggressively I almost collapsed. I felt him lap up every bit of me as the wave of euphoria finally finished sweeping over me. Satisfied I was done, Porter released my leg and stood, sweeping away my hair that had fallen into my face.
“You’re so sexy when you come, sweetheart.” He placed a chaste kiss on my lips and smiled. “I’ve been dying to do that since I saw you in this dress.”
I chuckled and fixed my dress and underwear. “Feel free to do that anytime.” I shot a wink at him.
He grinned broadly. “Don’t mind if I do.”
He gave me one more kiss then opened the door, looking both ways before escorting me out. I patted my hair down and hoped the flush of my skin didn’t give away what Porter and I had done as we went to rejoin the others. No one seemed to notice our absence, except maybe Darren and Alden.
Darren gave me a knowing smirk and motioned me over by crooking his finger at me. Hastily, I walked straight to him and immediately blushed when he started smoothing down my hair a bit.
“Guess I don’t need to ask what you two were sneaking off to do,” he joked lightly.
I swatted his arm and huffed. “Don’t tease, Darren Duvall, or I’ll just have to deny you your turn when you corner me next.”
Darren placed a hand over his heart and had a faux look of hurt on his face. “That hurts. I would never tease you.”
“Mhmm,” I replied with a lifted brow, unconvinced.
I noticed Alden watching our exchange with rapt attention, not at all hiding the fact he was listening in.
“Having fun?” I asked him, smiling brightly and hoping to show I hadn’t forgotten he was there. But Alden had been unusually quiet today. At least toward me.
He shrugged. “It’s okay. Probably not nearly as fun as your day,” he added with a smirk. At first I thought he meant that in an annoyed way, but the longer I stared at that same longing expression he’d given me earlier, the more I realized he’d sounded jealous. Not annoyed.
Was Alden interested in me?
