Page 31 of Two days, One Pucking Night

I pull down the thin strap on her dress and pull her breast into my mouth. She’s still using me to pleasure herself. I cup her ass and pull her down.

“Ride this dick, baby.” I pull her from my dick and lift her until she is sitting atop me.

Slowly, she angles my dick to her opening, easing me deeper into her. Her eyes are still closed, her hand pressed against my thighs. She slowly begins to ride me.

With one hand resting on her back, the other over her chest, I lick and suck at her neck as she slides up and down my dick like an animal in heat.

The door to the restroom opens again, and the sound of footsteps echo, stopping at the cubicle beside us.

“Shit,” Sofia mouths, her eyes still closed. She slows down, grinding her ass in a clockwise motion.

My dick feels like it’s being swallowed.

She continues until there’s movement again in the cubicle next door.

There is something ethereal about watching this siren. This mythical creature seizing hold of my body and mind, making me a servant to her needs.

I’m unable to hold my load in any longer and don’t care if there’s someone else in here with us now. With one hand, I grip her waist and begin to pump into her. “Eyes on me, Sofia,” I whisper.

“Xavier,” she mewls, meeting my thrusts with her own.

Sweat beads on my forehead, chest, neck. “I need you to see what you do to me.”

Her hazel eyes lock with mine, and heat surges in my chest. She lowers her head, and I pull her into a kiss as we continue at this pace, neither of us coming up for air.

“I’m coming.”

I can feel her walls contorting around my dick.

“Not yet, baby.”

I need more skin. More contact. This will be the last night I will ever have her like this. And I haven’t had my fill yet. I’m not sated. When she stares down at me, I see the same look reflected in her gaze. I pull her flush against my chest. Her lips are on my neck, hands in my hair, as she moans low. I plow into her, hindered only by our clothes acting as a barrier between us. But this moment, this is all I can have.

“Come with me, baby,” I whisper in her ears.

She unravels, biting down on my neck as she comes.

I come after her and feel the remnants of our combined essence coat my thighs. Her heart beats against my chest. Her breath brushes my ears. And the scent of our release wraps us in a bubble, a quiet haven, away from the outside noise.

I wrap my hands around her tighter, as if doing so will keep us here like this for longer. I close my eyes, pushing the thought of the contract I just signed with Silas and the new team in the back of my mind. A signing that was supposed to have taken place in San Francisco, but scheduling and last-minute changes forced it to take place here in London- my second home.

The irony of it isn’t lost on me.

I know this shift will change the trajectory of my relationship with her brother. Forever.

Yes. This will be the final night I can hold her like this. Touch her like this. Feel her. Because from tomorrow onward, our paths might never cross again.

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SOFIA

There is something here. Something between us. A natural ebb and flow, a current pulling us toward each other. Based on how his fingers are locked around mine and the small grunts he makes— an act I don’t even think he realizes he is doing—I know he feels it. He strokes my skin, mapping out words as if marking or setting a claim over my body.

“You had a good time today?”

There is care behind the question, and it tugs at the cords in my chest. Wired cables, tangled, lost, intertwined, yet seeking their solace—a hunt for something I know is unattainable.

The air between us is thick with desire and need. I’m sore, and the traces of his cum from earlier still stick between my legs. Yet I can’t help but want more. This thing between us borders between lust and obsession and we are at the epicenter, lost to our bodies and the war that wages in our hearts.

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