Eyes are on us now, even if my attention is on him. People at our sides can’t see much, but it’s clear what we’re doing. While I might have been embarrassed a month ago, it spurs me on. They can whisper about my husband’s past all they want. I’m going to show them he’s mine now.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He cups my jaw, tilting my face up. “And you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” I stroke him again.
“Show them how lucky I am to have you.” His fingers run through my hair. “Spit on it.”
He loosens his grip so I can lean forward and spit onto his shaft. Once I do, he thrusts into my hand, meeting the pace of my strokes. This beautifully seductive man is at my mercy, and it’s the most intoxicating thing.
“Fuck me,” I say again, releasing his cock this time and tipping my head back against the wall.
Surrendering.
With the height of the barstool, I’m lined up perfectly as he strokes his cock between my spread legs.
“Hold on.” It’s the only warning he offers as he pins me to the wall, driving forward.
He steals my breath, meeting my hips in one strong thrust. There’s no easing into the delicious pain that shoots through me as I stretch for him. But when he rocks again, it turns to pleasure.
My arms wrap his neck, and I cling to my husband. It’s not gentle or sweet like when he takes me in bed. This isdifferent. This is the club’s vice president, claiming what’s his for all to see.
The tether snaps, and he’s not discreet because of where we are. He fucks me just like I asked him to. His hands tug my ass to the edge of the barstool, and the angle has my head swimming. For a moment, I’m floating. Or is he holding me?
His fingers dig into my thighs as he moves me up and down his cock. My back slides against the wall with every thrust, and I accept in my heart that I will never be anyone else’s again.
“You look so good taking my cock.” He presses his lips to my forehead, thrusting deep. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
His confession is as evocative as his touch. The peak of my release is within sight. His whispers are a chant of promises. Of praise.
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re heaven.”
“You brought my heart to life.”
The words tingle in my toes. They flutter beneath my ribs.
My heart hammers so loudly, I can’t make out the song playing through the speakers. All I hear is Hayes’s admiration.
Maybe this is what falling in love feels like. It’s notfallingat all. It’s a slow, steady climb up the grandest peak. It’s one person lifting another until they’re no longer in that pit where they can’t see over the side. They’re at the top of the tallest mountain.
Hayes stares into my eyes, and there is nowhere greater to go. Nothing caging me in. I’m his and I’m safe and I’m free.
My heels dig into the back of his legs as he thrusts forward. The barstool rocks beneath me, but his arms hold me tight, right where I’ve always belonged.
He lifts me higher, changing the angle, and I can’t hold back. I bury my face in his chest as my climax pulses. I sink my teeth into my lower lip, clenching as I ride through the waves. On the next pump of his hips, he’s following me over the ledge, his release filling my body.
It’s reckless, but I don’t care. He’s all I’ve ever wanted.
Hayes catches his breath as he comes down from the high with me. He braces the wall as if his legs threaten to give out if he let’s go. There’s something exhilarating about making a man like him go weak in the knees.
With the softest caress, he brushes the rogue strands from my cheek, letting his fingertips drift to my mouth before trailing down.
The path on my skin scorches like fire. There’s no doubt I’m a mess, and yet, he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful person in existence.
“Are you okay?” He pulls out, and I gasp, missing him the moment he leaves me.
He tucks himself away, adjusting my underwear back into place.
