“I’m sure you wouldn’t have a problem finding someone else.”
Trent takes a dark lock of my hair and rubs it through his fingers. “Anyone ever tell you you’d make an amazing blonde?” he muses, and my heart stops beating. The alarm bells are going off, and Madison is still screaming for me to get out.
“N-No,” I croak.
He drops the wave, but his fingers find my bare shoulder, and he begins tracing my skin, leaning into me slowly, as if I don’t notice.
“I don’t want anyone else. That’s my issue. Though I wouldn’t mind sharing. Have you ever been shared before, Scarlett? Have you ever been ridden by two cocks at once?”
Heat rises to my cheeks, and I fidget uncomfortably. What the fuck is happening?
When I was younger, I would’ve jumped at this opportunity. Any opportunity to be with him, but things have changed. I’ve changed.
“I’d rather no—”
I don’t have a chance to finish that sentence because Trent’s mouth is suddenly on mine, silencing me. My eyes widen, and I try to jerk back away from him once I feel his tongue enter my mouth, but his grip on my thigh tightens, making me whimper, giving him full access to my mouth.
Trying another tactic, I settle my hands on his chest and try to push back, but he doesn’t budge. When I try again, he goes flying back, and I realize much too late why.
There’s a loud commotion. It takes me a second to process what’s happening, and when I do, I stumble to my feet, my free hand slapping over my mouth to suppress the whimper.
Baz has Trent by the front of his tux and has him pinned to the bar top with his other hand around his neck. He’s growling in his face, saying something I can’t make out. The veins in his neck are straining, and his skin is brightening with the force of his rage. Everyone is staring at us. Some are already whispering, others are laughing, and most look on in disapproval.
I eat up the distance between the guys, trying to get to Baz before he makes a bigger scene. I grip his bicep in my hand and tug on him.
“Baz, stop,” I hiss.
“Sorry, man.” Trent chuckles, out of breath. “I couldn’t keep her off me.”
“Stay in your fucking lane, Ainsworth.” Sebastian pushes off Trent, and with rage like I’ve never seen before, he grips my hand in his and starts dragging us away.
I have to run just to keep up with his quick, angry strides. We make quick work of gathering my clutch before we’re outside, heading back toward Dan, who’s already waiting in the car. It’s like the man knows when Baz will summon him.
My stomach ties itself in knots over the whole situation. I don’t want him to be angry with me, and I sure as hell don’t want him to think I wanted Trent to kiss me because I didn’t. My lips are still crawling.
“Baz, please slow down,” I pant. He doesn’t listen. “I didn’t want him to kiss me. I promise you. I didn’t initiate anything. I came out of the bathroom, and your friend Marcus was there, then Trent was there. Everything happened so fast, and I was looking for you, but I didn’t see you. I should’ve pushed him away harder. I’m so sorry,” I ramble on, trying to hurry up and say my piece before he likely tells me to shut up. “You have to believe me,” I pant. “I would never ever—”
“I believe you!” he snaps, and I’m stunned silent.
Baz helps me into the car and then slams the door behind him. The anger radiating off him is tainting the air in the enclosed space. I feel it dousing the air. My heart is banging in my chest, and I keep fidgeting, uncomfortable with the angry silence.
“Dan,” Baz growls. My brows furrow, but understanding dawns on me when the partition slides up, giving us some privacy. I had no idea there was a privacy screen in here, but I guess if he is going to yell at me, a little privacy is necessary.
“Look, Baz …” I start but trail off at the dark expression on his face. The muscles in his jaw are jumping as he grinds his teeth together.
“On your knees,” he orders, and the grit in his command has me freezing, my eyes widening.
“W-What?”
When our gazes collide, a delicious shiver runs through me. The stirrings of desire tug low in my belly, and my breath catches. I’ve never seen Baz look at me with such a dark, prominent desire. He shifts himself on the seat, leaning back against the leather so causally and lazily as he spreads his legs, staring me down with a challenge in his eyes.
There’s only a slight pause on my part before I drop to my knees before him. The carpeted floor digs into my skin and bone, but I bear it all. Some part of me should feel disgusted, angry at the callous demand for me to take him in my mouth, but I’m not. Far from it. Just the thought of sucking him off has me soaked. Anything to get Trent’s taste out of my mouth. What better way than to replace it with Baz’s.
My shaky hands fumble with his belt to free him from his slacks. He doesn’t offer any help. He just watches me lazily with that same darkness brewing in his eyes. I can tell he’s barely restraining himself.
When his hard cock springs free, my lips part automatically. I’ve never wanted to take anyone in my mouth more than I do right this second.
“Suck me.”
The blatant command in his tone has my pussy pulsing with desire. Swallowing thickly, I wrap my palm around his thick girth. The veins are straining, and his tip looks angry. I take him in my mouth, pressing the flat of my tongue along the bottom of his cock as I slide down his velvety length and back up. With each stroke and lick, I take even more of him. I can’t help the moan that vibrates in the back of my throat when my lips press against his flesh.
I suck on the tip, working his hard length in my hand as I go. When I glance up at him through my lashes, any semblance of calm he had snaps. A growl reverberates in his chest, and he grips a handful of my hair in his fist, working me over his length. Grasping my head with both of his hands, Baz fucks my mouth. He does it with so much force, I gag each time his tip jabs the back of my throat. I hold on to his powerful thighs to keep steady.
“Just like that, dirty girl,” he praises each time I deep throat him. “Take it. Take all of it.”
My eyes start to water, and as much as I’d like to tap out, I want to satisfy Baz, especially after what happened in there. I want to make him come. It’s almost as if he can read my mind, and he knows that’s what I want because he suddenly yanks me up by my hair. It’s not painful, but there’s just enough bite to it that I wince, and my pussy floods with moisture.
We’re suspended there for a beat. Me, on my knees before him with his hand firmly wrapped in my hair. Him, with his cock standing proud and angry, coated with my saliva. We stare into each other’s eyes, and I can see the war he’s waging. I can still see the anger in his eyes, but I swear, as I look at him, I see something else, too.
“Ride me, dirty girl.”
I don’t waste a second. My core throbs arduously as I push off the floor and climb onto his lap. We haphazardly toss the train of my dress beside us, so it’s not in the way, as I place each knee on the outside of his thighs. His long shaft bobs thick and heavy between my legs as I work my nude thongto the side to expose my center to him.
His hands grip my hips, and without warning, he yanks me down, slamming inside me to the hilt. I toss my head back on a groan, and it takes my body a few seconds to grow accustomed accommodate to his length. I’m so wet, he slides in without any restraint. I feel incredibly full. So full, I can’t seem to catch my breath.