Page 17 of Room One Hundred and Twenty

When she doesn’t answer me quickly enough, I squeeze her inner thigh. Needing to remind her of why I need somewhere less populated, she jerks when my thumb brushes slick skin.

Fuck.Fuck.My thoughts fizzle out once more and I barely register her nodding her head before I’m wrapping a hand around her wrist.

We’re on the move. Brushing past couples pressed up against each other, I look past their heavy petting. Only moments ago, I’m sure we looked the very same.

Funny enough, I’m unfamiliar with this desperation filling my body. I’d laugh if the sensation wasn’t so suffocating. Crawling up and growing higher and higher, I can’t focus on anything but getting Eloise somewhere where the light doesn’t shine so bright. Somewhere where the music doesn’t make it impossible to think.

We hardly find the outer wall before I have Eloise pressed against the surface. Far less crowded, I don’t have time to think about gaining any unwanted attention. Something like this isn’t uncommon. Most people would have more decency. I don’t have time for that.

A delicious moan leaves her lips as I tuck my hand between her thighs, right where it belongs. There’s nothing more satisfying than watching her body arch against the wall as her eyes snap shut.

She’s soaked. I’m surprised she didn’t leave a damp spot from rubbing herself against me. Did a little dancing and light petting do this to her?

“When was the last time someone has touched you like this?” I’m panting against her throat, losing myself one stroke of my fingers at a time.

She bites down on her lip, whimpering. Refusing to answer, she parts her knees further. This poor dress of hers is too tight, making it difficult to touch her freely.

My determination has never been one to get taken down without much of a fight. Making sure to crowd her with my body to avoid catching any unwanted attention, I hike the dress higher up her plump thighs. Catching my knuckles on lace, I slip a hand inside.

“Was Nicolas the last one to slip his fingers inside?” I’m surprised by the tone of my voice. This hunger, this ache to know the answer. I hardly recognize myself. “Did your pussy get this wet for him too?”

Her eyes flutter open and the surprise is back. Despite her lips mouthing the answers, no sounds come out as I bury two fingers inside her wet folds. Every twitch and flutter of her walls only makes my hardening length more and more jealous of my fingers.

This is already pushing my luck. No way in hell can I fuck her in a place like this.

Her hips jerk with every stroke of my fingers. Thrusting both inside, she doesn’t even need her clit played with before she’s clamping down.

Grabbing her chin with my free hand, I kiss her. There’s nothing polite about this kiss, either. Feeling like I’m a starving man, I swallow down her moans as she comes around my fingers.

This kiss keeps her from letting everyone inside know of what we’ve done. My chest rumbles in satisfaction as her legs tremble.

The background music creeps back in and I’m slowly pulling away. My breath is uneven, matching hers beat for beat. Heat rushes through my veins, the constant throb of need lurking behind every thought.

Skin stained with her juices, I appreciate my glistening digits for all but a moment before I suck them into my mouth. Needing to at least know what she tastes like, I groan inwardly.

Suddenly becoming aware of our surroundings, Eloise curses under her breath and fixes her dress. There’s only so much she can do to save her disheveled state. Flushed and panting, her steps are hardly even.

I shouldn’t take this as a compliment, but I do.

“So, are we taking this to my place or yours?”

“Neither.” Shaking her head, she stumbles a step back. “I should not have done that.”

I’d take offense to the rejection if she didn’t look so indecisive. Between taking another step back and another one forward, I watch the conflict of her thoughts play out on her expression.

If she wants me, and I think she does, why is she trying to stay away?

“Can I get you a ride?” I offer up. If I have to let her go, I’d rather she get back home safely. I always have a driver on call in case I enjoy too many drinks.

Chewing on her lip, she considers my offer before nodding.

Even now, I’m mesmerized. Well, this is going to be a problem.

Now that I’ve gotten a taste of her, this is going to be a craving that will be hard to kick.

Eloise

“You doing alright there?” Charity’s voice barely registers over the sounds of the ovens humming and the race of thoughts rushing through my head.

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