Page 81 of When Hearts Ignite

His lips tangle with mine as he drags his fingers to the back of my head, curling them against my wet strands. Steven opens his mouth wider, like he’s swallowing me whole, trying to get any piece of me inside him.

A moan escapes me as his tongue slips in, swiping and invading, obliterating all remaining rational thoughts, chasing away all remnants of fear. My skin feels fevered, hot to the touch despite the chilly rain bathing us in an onslaught, but we don’t care. We find our furnace in each other, two flint stones striking against each other, sparking a roaring fire.

His teeth nip at me as he tastes me and I let out a whimper, my hands curling around his neck and gripping his hair. My fingernails score his scalp and he hisses before diving deeper into the kiss, conquering my mouth like it’s the last armor to my heart.

“Liar,” he rasps against my parted lips, “I’ve never had the urge to kiss anyone until you, and now all I can think of is the taste of your lips, the sweetness, the drug.”

I let out a ragged breath. “S-Steven. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Not as much as I missed you.”

Steven dives in for another scorching kiss, sucking on my bottom lip like it’s the most precious delicacy. “Fuck, you taste delicious. You taste like mine.”

My breasts are swollen, my nipples beaded into sharp points, poking out from the white shirt dress plastered against my body and I rub them against him, the abrasiveness causing me to arch back in tortured pleasure.

“Yes,” I moan, “I need you.”

He growls as he slides his hands between us to cup my heavy tits, his fingers thumbing the erect buds. “All for me, huh? And you say you don’t feel anything for me?”

Sharp pinpricks of pleasure shoot straight to my core, and I can feel wetness seeping out from my lace panties. Everything aches inside me, outside me. All my senses are heightened. The pulsing in my ears thunder with the rain pelting on the ground. This grip of his fingers moving to my butt feels like a brand. The scrape of his teeth over my neck sends bursts of pleasure to my clit.

He hauls me up like I weigh nothing, and I curl my legs around his waist, my wet shirt dress plastered to my thighs. His thick erection tunnels toward the waistline of his pants and, with each stride of his legs, it hits against my clit in a tortuous grind. I grip him tighter against me, my body moving on its own, bobbing on top of him, rubbing my sensitive, achy nipples against his suit and shirt, gyrating my clit over the hard outline of his cock.

Steven growls under his breath as he picks up his pace. I feel dozens of eyes staring at us, two dripping wet figures tangled in each other, halfway to having sex in public, but I couldn’t care less. My mind barely registers how I’m supposed to be getting ready for my shift, and how due to the no fraternization policy of The Orchid I’ll most likely lose my job after today.

Everything ceases to matter except for this man in front of me. The man who still makes me feel safe and adored, like I’m the center of his universe.

I nip at his neck, sucking the sensitive spot where his jawline meets his ears, and he hoists me higher against him, his arms lifting me up and down his body, continuing the tortuous onslaught of sensations building in my clit.

My cum leaks down my thighs and I can feel his dick getting harder, longer, if that’s at all possible. Before I know it, he backs me into an open elevator and presses a button.

“You’re so wet for me, darling. I can’t wait to see you fall apart on my cock.” He lets out a pained grunt as I gyrate my hips harder against him.

“Steven, I need you.” Another whimper.

He growls. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?”

My core clenches and I can barely muster the strength for a nod.

“Fuck, you’re so greedy. You need my dick in your tight little hole, don’t you? You need me to fill you up and mark you up from the inside?”

His dirty words are like pouring gasoline into an inferno and the moan tearing out from my throat sounds like a soundtrack of an adult film.

“Answer me,” he grunts, pausing his movements as I try to move shamelessly against him, but his body weight pinning me against the wall of the elevator renders me immobile.

My eyes flutter open, my vision blurry with pleasure, finding his fevered gaze, a madness shining at me, ensnared on mine. His lips are twisted in a half snarl, his panting breaths heavy on my face. Sweat or raindrops bead on his face, his hair slicked back like a model coming out of the pool in a cologne commercial. A muscle tics on his forehead.

God, he’s so fucking breathtaking.

“Y-Yes,” I whisper, “I need you to fill me up with your big, hard cock, stretch it out and flood me with your cum. I want to feel you leaking out of me when I move.”

His eyes flare and darken impossibly more. The pools are pitch black and blazing with hunger. “Fuck yes, my dirty girl. God, you were made for me.”

He slams his lips back onto mine as our bodies move again in an erratic rhythm, humping each other through our sodden clothes. I briefly register the ding of the elevator and the doors opening. Steven carries me toward a destination that could be heaven or hell; I don’t care as long as he’s there with me.

Another beep and he steps into a dark room. I bury my face into his neck and inhale greedy gulps of seaborne breeze and worn leather as his palms grip my ass cheeks beneath my dress, his fingers digging into my tender flesh as he spreads them, and the cold air rushes in like a shock to the system.

I’m delirious with pleasure, with lust, with want. I barely hear him murmuring something to another man, who disappears like a ghost.

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