Page 62 of Scream For Me
“I didn’t think you’d be here,” I lie. I’dhopedhe’d be here.
His fingers begin tracing circles on my hips as he peppers kisses along my shoulder, sending jolts of electricity straight to my needy, traitorous pussy. So much for making him squirm.
“And yet, here I am.”His hand starts sliding up my inner thigh, stopping when he touches the fabric of my panties.“So wet for me already, Kat,” he breathes, moving my panties to the side, the cool air making me even more sensitive.
I let out a heady gasp. I can’t take my eyes off the scene in front of me. Watching two strangers fuck while having the hottest man’s fingers against my pussy is igniting an inferno inside me.
His fingers begin circling my clit lightly, and my head falls onto his shoulder before snapping back up as I remember the rules.
“I don’t think we’re allowed to do this in the hallway,” I say, my voice coming out unsteady.
This doesn’t deter him as he applies more pressure, causing me to let out a low, breathy moan.
“I can do what I want, I own this place,” he whispers as he sinks two fingers inside me.
I cry out in both shock and pleasure and grip onto his forearm as my legs threaten to give up. Two people in the armchairs notice us, and their eyes turn hooded with lust. This only fuels my desire, the coil tightening in my belly. The extra eyes seem to fuel Elias too, as he pulls my skirt up slightly—not enough so they can see how wet I am, but enough that they can see what Elias’s huge hand is doing to it.
“Do you want to be fucked while people watch, little rebel?”
I’m so close, I don’t want him to stop. My inner walls flutter as the edge of my orgasm approaches.
“Yes… please… Elias,” I whisper back, surprised I’m able to get words out.
His fingers withdraw quickly from me, and my eyes shoot open as I let out a frustrated groan.
“Follow me,” he instructs, taking my hand, the wetness from his fingers fusing our skin as he guides us down the hallway and into a room.
What the fuck am I doing? And why does every part of me want to keep going?
Twenty-Seven
Kat
Love You to Death – Type O Negative
The room is warm and bright, nothing like the previous one. White silky fabric covers each wall, making the space feel smaller, more intimate. A hundred candles are lit, giving off a warm glow that makes the shadows dance.
In the middle of the room lies a beautiful hand-carved wooden bed with intricate swirls on the headboard. If I weren’t about to get fucked out of my mind, I would stop and marvel at the craftsmanship. But right now, I can barely register anything past the thunder of my heartbeat and the throb pulsing between my legs. Something about being here with him, away from the music and people, makes it feel all the more personal.
My heartbeat falters when I spot a white bottle of lube and a box of condoms on the nightstand. Seeing the evidence of what’s coming makes it more real. My stomach dips as he takes my hand in his. Nerves claw their way up my spine, but the deep anticipation low in my stomach pushes it back.
I glance at the door, noticing that there’s no peephole.
Interesting.
Elias notices the focus of my attention. “I promise you I will fuck you in front of an audience. Anywhere. Any time.” His hands come to my hips, pulling me flush against his torso. “Buttonight you’re mine. And I don’t want to share this moment with anyone.”
He guides me to the bed, and I lower myself onto it, the soft fabric cushioning my exposed thighs. He stands in front of me, towering over me. The proof of how turned on he is stands right in front of my face.
The words send a shiver down my spine. I’d never thought of myself as an exhibitionist but exploring that new fantasy will have to wait. Tonight I’m his. Just his. The realization sends a flood of wetness between my thighs.
His fingers rest below my chin, tilting my head back to look up at him. He’s fucking beautiful. His hair, usually pulled up in a low ponytail, is now undone and falling around his shoulders, his piercing blue eyes fixed firmly on my face. Not my body, but my face. Like he’s looking for reassurance.
“Do you want this, Kat?” he asks, his hand cupping my jaw lightly. “Because I’ve waited so long for this moment. When I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
My chest flutters. “Yes,” I breathe, holding his eye contact. I’ve never meant a single word more. For the first time in a long time, I’m allowing myself to take what I want.
“If you want to stop, tell me and I will.”
