I wanna give this bitch something to really look at.
Valentine yanked Ari's head down so quickly, he actually stumbled. That was fine with her, it brought him even closer to her. She pressed every inch of her body against him, bending backwards a little as he leaned into her and kissed her with even more passion than he had moments ago.
She kept her eyes open. This was about Harper, not Ari. She wanted to watch the girl suffer. Wanted to cause Harper as much pain as she'd caused her over the past couple weeks. It was awful, sure, but watching the blonde go nuclear was almost worth it. A couple more kisses, and Harper's head might actually spin around.
But then Ari's hand was against the side of her neck, and his other arm was wrapping around her waist. And suddenly she wasn't looking at Harper over his shoulder, anymore. Her eyes were closed.
When did that happen?
She moaned against his mouth, ran her tongue along the side of his teeth, let her hands get reacquainted with his shoulders. She wasn't supposed to ever touch him again, and god, she'd wanted to so badly.
He was holding her so tightly, her toes were barely brushing the floor, so she barely noticed that he was moving her across the floor. Suddenly she found herself pressed up against the wall below the DJ booth and Ari wasn't holding her anymore. His hands were running all over her body, skating over the soft material of her dress.
“I love this,” he breathed. “Seeing so much of you but none of you at all.”
“I knew you'd love it,” Valentine panted. “I knew it.”
Ari reached out and she was stunned when he grabbed onto a door knob that was entirely painted black, practically invisible in the club's lighting. He yanked the door open and dragged her through it, chuckling at her surprise.
“You act surprised,” he whispered. The door shut behind them and they were in complete darkness. “You forget, Saint Valentine showed me all of Caché's hidden secrets.”
A red light came on above their head, barely illuminating the room. Not that it need to, Valentine was very familiar with it. They were surrounded on all sides by padded walls. In the wall across from them, about six feet up, there was a large black square in the padding. Above it there was a digital clock that had started counting down from five minutes as soon as they'd entered the room. While Ari kissed a trail down the side of her neck to her cleavage, Valentine stared at the black square.
“What are we doing? This is a bad idea,” she said, lifting her hands to her head. Ari's own hands were busy, as well, scrabbling and pulling at the material of her dress, lifting it up her legs.
“This is the best idea we've had in a long time,” he countered.
“I don't want to be this girl again,” she whispered.
“You were never that girl,” he whispered back.
And then his fingers were between her legs and an arm was back around her waist and Valentine's eyes started rolling back in her head. Before her eyelids fully shut, she saw the clock. Twenty seconds left till zero.
“I hated you,” she groaned as he started to lift her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “But I missed this.”
“God, you have no idea. No idea how much I missed this,” he moaned against her skin. She bit into her bottom lip and lifted her arm above her head, scratching her nails against the padding.
“Oh yeah? Prove it to me.”
Two fingers shoved inside her, and as Valentine gasped, a flash went off behind her closed eyes. She laughed and smiled just in time for the second flash. By the time the third one went off, she was biting down on his shoulder, and for the last one, she had both hands in his hair, clutching his head to her bosom.
It was a photo booth. A padded photo booth that turned on when people entered the room, and every five minutes, it would take four photos. Whenever they were done, they would just have to remember to grab the photos from the slot before they left.
Don't want to leave those behind – memories are bad enough, I don't need photographic evidence of my bad decisions.
“That sounded like a challenge, Valentine,” Ari hissed, and his fingers disappeared, causing her to moan in disappointment.
“Are you up for it?” she asked in return.
“Again – you have no idea.”
His fingers were at her chest, pulling at her top, and she finally opened her eyes to look down at him. Then he was pinning her against the wall with his weight, allowing him to use both of his hands. The material was stretched and pulled and dragged over her shoulders, down her arms, under her breasts. At the same time, Valentine was shoving and pushing at his heavy coat, letting out a small cheer when he finally dropped it to the ground.
“Perfect. Did I ever tell you that you have perfect breasts?” he sighed before wrapping his lips around one nipple. She hissed whens he felt his teeth, and raked her nails down his back in response.
“You were never very giving with compliments,” she replied, sliding her fingers along his belt to the front of his pants before yanking everything apart.
“Well, they're perfection.”
“You obviously didn't look very closely at Bailey's outfit tonight.”
“If you want to do a side-by-side comparison, I'd be happy to judge,” Ari offered, but then it was his turn to gasp. Valentine had forced her hand inside his pants, delighted to find he wasn't wearing any underwear, and she quickly wrapped her hands around the base of his cock.
“Hmmm, I'm a little busy at the moment. Maybe another time.”
“A verbal contract is binding in -”
He choked on his words when she squeezed her hand, then he groaned when she started pumping her hand up and down. His forehead dropped to her chest for a moment, both of them breathing hard, then he was upright again. His hand joined hers, stroking along with her for a moment while he kissed her quickly, and then he was shoving her away before pushing his pants over his hips.
“I can't believe you made me wait this long,” he growled in her ear, and she shuddered as she felt his hot, hard length between their bodies. “I should make you beg for this.”
“Try it – you'll find yourself waiting even longer.”
“Bitch.”
Valentine almost thought he was going to do it, but then he was slamming into her so quickly, so abruptly, she figured he must've decided punishing her would be better than making her beg.
Too bad this is my favorite kind of punishment.
“Oh my god!” she shrieked, and at the same moment she threw her head back, the flashes started going off again.
“My name,” Ari was panting as he slammed his hips into her over and over again. “I want you to say my name.”
Had his dick always been this big? Had he always been this aggressive? Had it always felt this way? Valentine felt like her whole body was expanding and contracting, just one gigantic pending orgasm. And with each heaving breath, her nipples were brushing against his rough t-shirts, acting like a matching trying to light a fuse.
“Fuck, Ari, was it always like this?” she asked, shoving her fingers into his hair and holding his head so she could look into his eyes.
“No,” he managed. “Sometimes it was even more amazing.”
“Fuck.”
Valentine abandoned herself then, stretching her arms out to the sides just in time for the last flash. Ari's arms were hard at work, one wrapped under hip, his hand clutching her ass, fingers scratching. His other hand was on her left breasts, squeezing almost painfully tight. While he lavished her other breast with his tongue, the hand moved up up her body, pausing to gently squeeze her throat before moving into the hair at the base of her skull.