Page 64 of Just a Number

“Mel, can you come and check this?” Stacey calls from the other side of the hall where the awards ceremony is being held. I head over to see what she needs and once I’ve put out that fire I take a slow lap of the room, checking all the details like the table decorations and how the stage is set up.

I’m backstage when Alex appears, strolling towards me with a grin on his face.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you,” he says as he steps so close that our toes are touching and tucks a loose tendril of hair behind my ear. “How are you doing?” I draw in a breath. There’s a hint of frustration bubbling in my veins after earlier when that woman had been flirting with him. And in my professional capacity, I couldn’t exactly tell her to take her eyes off him just because I want him all to myself.Dammit.She was closer in age to him and attractive in an edgy, artsy way. They looked like they’d fit together as a couple. “Mel?” he states again, drawing me out of my envious thoughts.

“I’m fine, thanks, Alex. What do you need?”

“I just wanted to check how you were. It’s a big event. All going okay?”

“Yes, getting there.” I check my watch. “Almost time to open the doors. Is everything organised in the studio?”

“Yep, done all my prep work and made some samples too. How long have we got?”

“What do you mean? The doors open in an hour,” I reply with a frown.

“Come with me. I’ve got something to show you.” He grasps my hand and tugs me further backstage.

“Where are we going?”

“In here.” He opens up a door that’s invisible apart from its handle.

Inside, there’s a rack full of costumes and shelves stacked with props. “Why are we in here?” I ask as I look around, trying to take it all in. He closes the door.

“For this,” is all he says before he reaches for my face and walks us backwards until my back hits the hard, cold wall behind me. His long fingers tangle in my hair as his other hand cups my breast through my blouse. I moan low as his heat spreadsthrough me. His thigh pushes between my legs, but my pencil skirt is tight and there’s not enough room in it for him to give me the pressure I need.

His mouth eases back, and he peppers my face with kisses. “These tight skirts you wear give me such dirty thoughts,” he rasps. “And paired with these silky, almost see-through blouses… fuck, Mel. I just wanna strip you down and worship you.”

My eyes close and a blush works up my cheeks as I picture him at my feet, my skirt abandoned while he feasts on my clit.

“Look at me,” he demands, and I open my eyes before I can even question if I will do what he says. “You’ve got two choices: I can pull your skirt up here and now, turn you round and fuck you until your pussy weeps all over my cock. Or you can wait until later and we can take it slow and I’ll make you come all over my tongue before I fill you. Which one, Mel?” His voice is low and gravelly and his chest rises and falls as he pulls in breaths.He’s as into this as I am.I love his dirty mouth and wonder if he’s been taking lessons from the romance novels he’s been sneaking out to read.

“I need you now. But you have to be quick. I have to get back out there.” I’d love nothing more than to spend hours in his arms, but I don’t have time. And he’s got me so worked up with just a kiss that I need some kind of release.

“Good girl. Turn around,” he tells me as he steps back, giving me room. “Hands on the wall.” His hands skate over my rear and down towards the hem of my skirt. He pulls it up over my thighs and bunches it at my waist. “Fuck,” he growls as he pings the lacy top of one of my thigh-high stockings. My pussy clenches as it snaps against my skin. He tugs at my silky underwear, pulling them down my legs and holding each ankle up in turn to free them from my legs. I’m standing, palms flat against the wall, in my heels and stockings but otherwise bare below the waist. It’s avulnerable position, but the goosebumps on my naked body and involuntary shiver aren’t from fear.I need him.

“Alex, please,” I beg.

“If we had all the time in the world, I’d be on my knees right now, worshipping this tight cunt with my tongue.” He palms my pussy as he says it.

I whimper as one of his fingers eases inside me and swipes at the wetness building there. “Fuck, you’re already so wet.”

He pulls it out slowly and I clench to try and keep him there. He chuckles. “Such a needy pussy. Let’s fill you up.” His breath fans my ear as he whispers it, causing me to shudder.

His belt clunks open and then there’s the rasp of his zipper easing down. “Good job I bought supplies,” he murmurs as he rips open a condom packet. I want to turn around and watch while he puts it on, but he’s fast and the crown of his cock is soon nudging at my entrance. This never gets old. I close my eyes, ready to savour the feeling of being completely filled. He grips my hips and we both moan as his cock pushes inside me. I wiggle my hips to find an angle that works and let out a gasp as he slides home.

“Fuck, Alex.” I want to chant his name.

“I wish you could see this, Mel. You look so fucking hot standing there in heels and stockings, stretched around my cock.” He pulls out slowly and pushes back in, building up the speed of his thrusts until our skin slaps together with each push. I pant, getting wetter with every stroke. “I’m going to reach around and touch your clit. I want you to come all over me.”

It can only be minutes and yet every nerve in my body is already at fever pitch, desperate for release. I welcome the brush of his callused finger rubbing at my swollen clit, moaning loudly. I’m too far into this now. I don’t even care if people can hear me getting off. When he pinches it, I detonate. My whole body quakes with the orgasm as I give in to every sensation. Ourbreathing is laboured, and he rocks his hips, letting out a low, sexy groan as he thrusts deep and gives in to his own release.

We’re both quiet while we catch our breath and he eases from me. His hands are gentle as he smooths them over my rear. He crouches down and kisses each cheek before helping me back into my underwear and easing my skirt back down. Thank goodness I have a change of clothes for the event because it’s badly creased. But I needed that. The stress from the last few days has been overwhelming. I’m grateful he took me out of my head for a moment to just focus on the physical.

I turn round as he removes the condom and wraps it in a tissue before putting it in the bin by the door. He fastens his trousers and his belt with a smile on his face.

“Okay?” he asks, reaching out to brush a thumb over my cheek.

“I think so.” I lean into his hand. I want to stay and talk to him. I want more than just a quickie in a store cupboard, but we’ve both got jobs to do. This isn’t the time to discuss where we go from here. What this thing between us actually means. “I’m sorry to rush out on you but I really need to go.”

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