Page 21 of One Week With You
Everything buzzed and hummed. I was more adrenaline than man.
Icouldn’twait.
Crowding her against the wall, I settled one arm above her head and dipped my fingers into the wet of her sex, gratified by her harsh inhale. I swiped around her clit a few times, teasing, before cupping her fully. I didn’t intend for it to feel like a claiming, but it felt like one anyway as she sank into my touch and all I could think was…Mine. I didn’t move for a long moment and Talia rocked against me, pulling away to release another breathy moan that had my cock swelling against her thigh. Any thoughts I had about drawing this out disappeared the moment she whispered my name, rough and desperate against my cheek.
I slid two fingers inside her and she clutched wildly at my arms.
The sounds of the city were nothing but white noise in comparison to the rough scrape of brick against Talia’s back, the wet sound as I fucked her with my hand, our heavy breaths. I’d dreamed of her like this, and she was everything I’d imagined and more.
“Look at you clenching down on me already,” I murmured in awe, groaning at the sensation. How great that would feel around my cock. One more roll of my thumb over her clit, and she came, barely making a sound except for a stilted garble in the back of her throat. “Fuckyes. Beautiful.”
Once wasn’t enough.
Everything was still pulsing and wet when I pressed against the spot that made her gasp and rubbed quickly back and forth with the heel of my hand.
“Rafe, it’s too much,” she pleaded, squirming as her body danced that line between pleasure and pain, right where I wanted her. Out of her damn mind, like I was. “I can’t, I can’t!”
“You can,” I gritted out. “Fucking come for me.”
Her head rolled back, her hair a static mess, and my lips found her neck as I licked that promised path down her fluttering pulse point, desperate for more and –
“Whoops!” A voice echoed out across the terrace, and for that one never-ending second I couldn’t move. The thought of someone else seeing Talia writhing against me, an image meant for me alone, had every muscle tense with alarm.
NO.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. Carry on!” A fresh burst of giggles faded as the door swung closed and everything stilled except the pulse of Talia’s pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, still rocking back and forth, and of course I couldn’t stop when she looked at me like that, all desperate eyes and kiss-bitten lips.
It was the whisperedpleasethat did it. Pure, unfiltered need that fired something in me. Redoubling my efforts, I thrust into her with three fingers now, circled her clit with my thumb over and over, until she screamed silently into my chest. She scrunched my jacket in a white-knuckled grip as she shuddered and soaked my hand for the second time in as many minutes.
Hottest thing I’d ever seen. Bar nothing.
I was hard as steel, sweating patches through my shirt. I groaned as I pulled my fingers out and stared down at Talia slumped against the wall, breaths still heavy, lipstick wrecked. Her dress was yanked up to her waist, and her skin-coloured thong a tangled scrap where I’d shoved it to one side in my desperate haste. Her thighs quivered as she struggled to hold herself up, and the whole thing was so obscene I wanted to go again and next time it would be more than my fucking hand.
I couldn’t.
I shouldn’t.
Not right now anyway.
Now that the intensity had faded, the outside world filtered in. We were out in the open. I didn’t recognise the woman’s voice from moments before – likely another hotel guest – but any one of my employees could’ve walked out and seen me fucking Talia against the wall, because that’s where it was heading. Normally I wouldn’t have given a shit, but this was still a work function and there was a time and this definitely wasn’t the place. Talia deserved soft sheets and I deserved a bed to wreck, like I’d always pictured.
We’d both be a wreck by the time I was finished.
“Rafe?” she said throatily, voice hoarse, brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. But I did just fuck you up against the wall in plain sight.”
“I know, I was there.” She played with the length of my tie, plucking the end. Her grin the kind of flirty that I wanted to fuck. “If it wasn’t obvious, I liked it.”
“Fuck.” That was doing nothing to help the situation in my pants. I took a step back. Maybe some distance would rewire my brain from my cock.
“Right. Okay.” Talia hastily righted her thong and tugged her dress back down her thighs, smoothing the fabric a couple of times. “That’s how this is gonna go.”
What?
“No, I – ”
