Page 89 of Braving the Storm
Storm growls against my clit, sending white sparks of pleasure flying straight down to my toes. This time, I lose the battle against a noise escaping me, and I downright moan.
I stare down, open-jawed, watching, fascinated at the sight of his mouth covered in the sheen of my arousal, and I feel him smirk against my pussy. His fingers tighten against my hips, holding me in place for him to eat me with savage intent.
There’s no outcome here other than for me to fall apart while I’m on the phone, and I’m assuming if this man has his way, I’ll do so while chanting his name. He seems entirely unbothered that we’re in a public bathroom, or that the rest of the table will be wondering where we both are.
Oh, god.
Everyone we’re here having dinner with.
Storm sees it written all over my face, sees the moment my brain tries to fight how turned on I am that we’re doing this illicit, risky thing, and that’s when he sucks on my clit so hard my back bows, and my climax roars through me.
It catches me off guard, and in between biting my bottom lip to the point I might have drawn blood, the sound of Antoine’s voice down the phone line repeats my name.
“Briar, can you hear me? I said just send me an address. Is everything alright?”
My body jerks as the man working me holds my eyes in his fearsome stare, slowly massaging me with his tongue, lapping at my clit, before he carefully sets my leg on the ground. Except that’s where the gentleness stops. He’s on his feet in a rush, grabbing my phone out of my limp hand.
“She can hear you just fine.” He snarls into the speaker. “By the way, that’s what it sounds like when a woman comes so hard she soaks your face and forgets her own name. Fuck off and lose this number, asshole.”
He jabs the red button, ending the call, as I nearly sink to the floor.
Oh god.
Storm shoves my phone in his back pocket, hiding it away, then braces one forearm on the wall above my head. As I stare up at him, all I can see is the way his lips and stubble around his mouth are still covered in the sheen ofme.
He looks feral and wild and so goddamn sexy I could die.
With his other hand, he shoves roughly beneath the fabric of my panties, which are still wedged to one side. This time, he plunges two fingers into me, and I let out a loud whimper, feeling how wet and slick I am, with the afterglow of my orgasm still roaming through my veins and desperate for more.
“You gonna block their number?” He grunts at me, curling his fingers and sinking deeper. Fucking in and out with filthy wet sounds of my pussy filling the bathroom.
“Already have.” I whimper, my hands fly up to cling onto the front of his shirt and forearm.
“You’re gonna tell me if that fuck face tries to contact you again.” It’s not a question; it’s a command, and he sinks past his second knuckles, leaving me panting and writhing, impaled on his fingers.
“Yes.Yes.”
“And you’re not going anywhere, that clear?” He presses hisforehead to mine, working me with those wicked digits and rocking his palm over my swollen clit.
I nod my head, wanting so badly to drag him against my mouth, but I also know why he’s holding back, even though his eyes keep straying to my lips. He knows we have to go back out there in a second, and while my pussy might have been entirely owned by him, I’m grateful he’s not leaving me to walk out of here with ruined makeup looking like I’ve been fucked senseless in this bathroom.
“You’re not leaving.”Thrust. “You’re not going back to an asshole like him.”Shove. “You’re mine.”
As he fingers me mercilessly, he crouches down once more. For a moment, I start to think he’s about to torture me and drive me out of my head with more of his mouth on me, except he watches me with hawk-like intensity. This time, Storm twists his wrist around, so that the back of his hand faces upwards. I don’t need to see to know exactly what that sight will reveal.
“Mmmfuck. Look how good you look.” Of course, I follow his voice, his sultry low tone that drags my attention down to between my thighs. “You love seeing how you stretch around my ink, don’t you?”
The tattooed letters of his name disappear inside me, and I clamp down on him at the depravity of it all.
“My precious little slut.” He punctuates each word with a thrust forward.
There’s so much possessive energy washing off him and coating me, I can’t even see straight. This time, it’s fast and gritty, and the wave crashes over me, slamming into the harbor with the rolling force of a hurricane. I barely contain the whimpers and slutty sounds, all demanding more from him.
I’m pretty sure in amongst it all, I begged for his cock, which of course, results in a self-satisfied smirk on those gorgeous lips of his.
As he pulls his hand away, he stands up and raises those fingers he’s just had buried deep inside my pussy in front of ourfaces, covered in the sticky residue of my climax. He rubs it between his thumb and middle finger, drawing them apart and making a show of putting my cum on a lewd display as it stretches out before looking at me with an arched eyebrow.
I dutifully stick out my tongue.
