Page 93 of Storm in a Teacup
They leave the room, closing the door behind them. We let out collective sighs of relief as my hand falls from her mouth. I drop my head on her shoulder, letting out the winded breaths I wasn’t able to release before.
Linny laughs lightly, resting her forehead on the wall. “We should get backout there.”
“Naw, not yet.” I’m still covering her body with mine, pressing her against the wall. “I haven’t had my way with you.”
She angles her head to look at me. “Not necessary.”
I guide a hand down to her waist, gazing at her pleadingly before drawing her hair to the side so I can kiss her neck. Into her skin, I say, “Please, sugar, let me see how wet that sweet cunt of yours is for me. I know you liked it when I came in your mouth. I saw you clenching those pretty thighs together.”
She visibly swallows. I knew that word would get her. She gives me a nod, so I let my hand stroke up her leg, slowly drawing up the skirt of her dress. I find the devious lace of her panties and stroke over the drenched fabric.
“Soaked,” I confirm in a rasp. Her hands brace on the wall in front of us, and my free hand finds its way across her stomach, holding her to me.
My hand dips under the waist of her panties to find her hot pussy very ready for me. I use one finger to dip inside her pulsing center, before I drag it out and focus on the clit.
“Ben,” she whispers, hands clenching into fists against the wall. “Ben,” she says again, strangled.
“You just saying my name, sugar, or is there something you need?”
“Ben,” she moans, which confirms that she just fancies saying my name.
I rub hard and fast, knowing that she does want this to be quick, even though all I want to do is take my time with her. Some other time, when we’re not hiding in a cloakroom at her cousin’s wedding welcome dinner. She comes forcefully on my hand, a stifled cry pressing into her fist as the other hand hits the wall once, pointlessly clutching against it.
As she rides through this, I keep moving my fingers, but shesays noncommittally, “We should get back.” She angles her head to kiss me, opened-mouthed and full as I drag my nail across her clit.
Her loud moan seems to surprise her as her lips leave mine to press into her shoulder, fists again forming tightly in her hands. “Ben,” she pleads. “I can’t…”
My fingers pause.
“Don’tstop,” she demands.
I chuckle silently. Another drag of my fingertips and she finds her second release, practically sobbing in her muffled cries.
Reluctantly, I remove my hand, taking my fingers and dipping them into my mouth, witnessing her pupils dilate as she watches me. I finally release her from the wall, letting her turn into me to press a long kiss to my lips before pulling away, adjusting her dress as she does.
Her heaving chest and still watery eyes become the only evidence of anything untoward between us. I finish rebuttoning my shirt and loop my tie back around my neck. She pulls me out to a better-lit area of the small room and runs quick fingers through my hair, fixing it.
I wipe the corner of her eye, clearing a smudge of makeup away.
“I don’t know about you,” Linny says, “but I am ready to go home.”
I agree, so we find our coats before we exit the cloakroom. Since we’ve been gone a while, I go first, looking both ways to ensure the hallway is clear before I pull her out after me. She clings to my arm as we walk back toward the main room to say our goodnights.
However, we’re met by Melanie before we make it there. “Here you are!” she says. Her face softens toward Linny. “Oh,babe, you’ve been crying. Are you okay?”
Linny’s eyes widen, and I nearly laugh, knowing that I am purely the reason for her tears tonight. “I’m fine,” she says.
Mel tuts. “Atti left in a huff already, so I was wondering if you guys got into it and left too.”
My face hardens at the sound of his name.
Mel catches that expression, spinning on me. “Ben, I know we don’t know each other well and I know Atti is an utter arsehole, but if you cause a violent scene at my wedding tomorrow, I will actually kill you.”
I promise, “Never have been one for violence. Though, I have never met someone as deserving of a punch in the face as our dear Atticus.”
Linny snorts as Mel shakes her head at me. “You better not make me commit a crime on my wedding day, but I will if I have to.”
Mel hugs Linny, muttering something in her ear. Linny smiles. “Of course, Mel.” Then says in a loud whisper, “You’re getting married tomorrow!”
