My heartbeat pounded, my pulse thrashing against my neck. My gaze searched for Mason.
Men and women went in and out of the bathrooms, the ladies already queuing up down the hall.
A hand reached out, grabbing me and yanking me into a coat closet, shutting us in.
“Mas—”
“No.” He pushed me against the door, leaning over me, his mouth brushing mine. “No more talking. You made your choice.”
My chest heaved, my eyes taking him in, the dim light making this feel even more forbidden.
“I want him to hear your orgasm shudder through you. So, he will know he is not the one giving it to you.” Mason’s hand tugged the top part of my dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts.
“Emery…” he groaned, his teeth biting at the bottom of my lip, tugging it, his hands squeezing and cupping my breasts, flicking my nipples.
All the pent-up energy I had kept back all day came to the surface with a vengeance. Our mouths collided. Teeth and lips, we devoured each other with desperation. It was raw and naked, drowning us in desire. We used it, exploited it, and turned it into a living, breathing thing, ready to ruin each other.
My hands went under his shirt, my nails dragging down his back violently. A groan vibrated in the back of his throat. Grabbing my hips, he picked me up, my legs wrapping around him, my spine hitting the thin door dividing us from the restaurant. Voices of people in the hall echoed all around as they headed for the restrooms. At any time, someone could come to get their jacket.
“Mason.” I breathed his name, my fingers ripping at the buttons of his jeans, craving him so badly my head spun. The alcohol added to my aggression and need. “Fuck me.” Last night was the foreplay, and tonight I needed him inside me.
“You sure?” He taunted. “Because once your pussy rides my cock,” he growled in my ear, “it won’t want anything else.”
“Yes.” God, yes. I yanked down his jeans. “Now.”
His eyes watched me, his nose flaring, then he reached under my dress, his fingers tugging at the thin material of my panties, tearing them off. The tug cut through my folds, making me gasp before the fabric dropped to the ground.
My palms shoved down his pants and boxer briefs enough to free his cock.
He pushed my arms above my head, arching my breasts into him, wrapping my fingers around a coat hook.
“You will need to hold on.” A slight grin tugged at his mouth, letting me take more of my weight as his hands explored my body, fingers pushing into my pussy.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He swallowed a moan, spreading me wider, his fingers going to his mouth, sucking me off them. “I craved the taste of you all day.”
My body was clenching, so needy. I lost all control, my thighs squeezing him to me, crying for relief. He gripped my hips again, pushing my dress up to my stomach. His tip hinted at my entrance, teasing and playing with me.
“Mason!”
He wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed hard at the same time he thrust into me.
Oh. My. God.
A moan so deep howled out of me. The feel of him, his size, had me shuddering, walking the line of pain and pleasure. Nothing ever felt like this. My brain couldn’t wrap around the abundance of sensations. How unbelievable it felt.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he groaned. Sucking hard through his nose, taking a moment to let me stretch to his size. “I’m not even all the way in… Jesus…” He pulled out and pushed in again, slow and deep, hitting every nerve I had. We both groaned loudly, knowing anyone walking by this room could hear.
I was already so deep in this craving I knew I was in serious trouble.
His hips started pumping, hitting me deeper. My eyes rolled back in my head. My tongue spouted words I didn’t even recognize. I no longer cared about control or what was right or wrong. Sanity or insanity.
He drove into me with no restraint, impelling loud, uncontrollable cries from me. Our bodies moved violently together. He spread me wider, his balls slapping my flesh as he picked up the pace.
My nails raked through his hair and down his neck, inciting him more. “Oh god… harder.”
His mouth nipped and sucked at my bouncing tits as he sunk in deeper. Harder. Ruthless and pitiless. I wanted him to do worse, to break me into pieces. To destroy me.
Gasping, I bucked against him, meeting his passion with my own. Our tongues were at war, our mouths hungry. It was embarrassing, but I could feel myself already starting to climax. My need for him was too primal and desperate.
“Not yet.” He bit at my ear, dropping my feet to the floor and pulling out of me. He flipped me around, pressing me into the door, his hand yanking my ass to him as he thrust into me again, ramming my chest into the door, making it bang. I let out a cry as my nipples rubbed against the wood door. We were not quiet or discreet. We lost any restraint, turning feral and raw. He was fucking me so hard that I could no longer speak. The sound of his dick railing me filled the small room, our groans and cries popping in like a chorus as the door banged like a drum.
“Mason!” I pushed back into him with a throaty cry. His cock thickened and grew harder, brushing against my walls, hitting every nerve, making my knees almost buckle.
“Fuck. Emery.” He hit so deep my nails dug into the wood, splintering.
“Hey, Marcie?” Daniel’s voice came from right outside the door. “Have you seen Emery?”
Mason’s grip tightened, a grunt coming from him as he pounded into me harder, knowing perfectly well who was there and what he was doing. He was marking me, possessing.
“Seen her? No,” Marcie replied evenly. “She’s probably in the bathroom.”
Oh god! I bit my lip to keep my scream in. Mason reached around, rubbing my clit as he went even harder, wanting me to come now. To explode while Daniel was right outside the door.
“Okay, just let her know I was looking for her,” Daniel replied.
Mason pinched my clit. It was like I had been electrocuted. I went over completely, sparks dotting my vision. I let out a loud cry when my legs buckled, and I rammed back into him, my pussy clamping down on him, strangling and pumping his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he bellowed behind me, pushing all the way to the hilt, his hot cum filling me so full it dripped down my leg.
The absolute bliss shattered everything I knew or had understood. I had been utterly destroyed and remade at the same time. Our breaths heaved in unison, our bodies still pulsing and trembling.
He pulled me back into his chest, still inside me, because my body wouldn’t allow him to leave, clenched around him as if it was claiming ownership. “What did I tell you?” His mouth grazed my temple. “I warned you your pussy wouldn’t want anything else.” He let out a groan. “It’s so tight around me. Like a death grip. It feels so fucking good.” He twitched inside me, growing hard again, sparking desire through me. How instantly he could turn me on. He had full control over my body, making me lose all thought and logic in a second.
This level of power he had over me scared me. It felt unsafe. Dangerous. Nobody, including my husband, had this kind of command of me. To make me forget all decorum and decency.
Trying to relax, my core still tight around him, I pulled away, making him jolt and hiss out another moan. Every inch of me throbbed with bliss, with a high I had never experienced before. Though reality scraped and crawled its way to me.