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I only stopped coughing when I felt the tremors in her legs subside, her body turning almost limp on my lap. That was when I pulled my fingers from her pussy, but it still wasn’t enough - at this point, I wasn’t even sure fucking her was enough, but it was the only thing I could do because now that we were headed down this path, I couldn’t stop.
The music had turned low - almost sensual, and the lights had dimmed. I didn’t think about what I was doing as I folded my hand, throwing the cards on the table before lifting Marissa from my lap, only to turn her around so that she could straddle me.
Half of the room seemed to be grinding against one another as if the very air was charged with sexual tension and inexplicable need. But as I looked up at Marissa, her face flushed and her cleavage peeking out from her dress, I was knocked with the urge to get her up to our room simply so I could get her naked. Her wetness still coated my fingers, and I wanted nothing more than to lick her essence from them, but that would give us away, and while I didn’t know Marissa that well, I didn’t think she’d take kindly to everyone here knowing that I had just finger fucked her beneath a table over a round of cards.
Another bottle of champagne hit the table, but I didn’t care about alcohol right now - at this point, there was only one vice I wanted to indulge in, and it wasn’t fucking bubbles. She lifted her chin, her clear blue eyes meeting mine and, fuck me, she wassopretty - almost ethereal. Her face moved closer to mine, and I couldn’t stop my gaze from dipping to her lips - luscious and pink, and when she licked them, I felt my cock twitch beneath us. She ground against me, and this time I couldn’t give two fucks if we were discreet. I waited for her lips to touch mine - held myself still as I gave her the next move in the game we were playing.
But she didn’t kiss me, instead, she breathed words against my lips. “I want to go upstairs so you can fuck me.”
My teeth grazed my bottom lip as I stifled a groan. Did she know how easy she was making this for me? It didn’t add up - for a girl so on edge, why was she suddenly cavingnow.
“Why?” I whispered the question, knowing full well what a masochist I was.
Her wet panties pressed against my crotch as she ground against me, leaning forward once more to whisper to me again. It took all my self control not to peel off her panties and fuck her right here - in the bar for everyone to see. “I don’t know who you really are, Mack, but I know that you’re not Society - not really, and if I need some pretend friends to show that I’m integrating, then you need someone that you’re showing interest in, otherwise they’ll be suspicious.” I gritted my jaw at her logic because rationality had nothing to do with the blood rushing to my dick - to the way my fingers felt in her pussy.
“Look around.” This time she moved her lips closer to my ear, her breath coasting against my neck, and that one small movement had her breasts pressed up against my chest. I could feel her hardened nipples poking through her dress, and I couldn’t decide if this whole fucking experience was euphoric or if it was my own personal hell.
“Look around,” her voice was breathy and filled with desire, “almost every man here is chasing tail. Thiscoveris mutually beneficial for both of us - think of it as a fake relationship.”
“There’s nothing fake about what I’ll be doing to you if we go back upstairs together.” My words were distorted as I spoke through clenched teeth.
“Good.” Her tongue flicked out, grazing my ear, and I had to force my own hips from jerking upwards beneath her. “I would hate to notbenefitfrom this arrangement.”
I grinned at her, knowing that I was giving her a smile filled with O’Riley mischief.
“Good thing Fridays are for fucking then.”
Chapter Thirteen : Guilt Has No Place Amongst Sweaty Sheets
Marissa
Iwasn’tgoingtobeg- not in the way that he wanted. That would never be me. So, instead, Itoldhim how this was going to play out - painted a picture that made absolute sense, and that picture I painted helped me align my thoughts. It was almost as of I needed that picture - thatreasonso that I could give myself permission to fuck him - to enjoy him. Because when he approached me at the bar, he was right - being the loner that I was would do me no favors. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I had to deliver another one of The Warden’s calling cards, and if I looked like I was trying to integrate - trying to land a husband, I would seem less suspicious.
It was all I needed to hear togo with him- to sit at his table and engage in banter with his friends. I didn’t like people, but Raquel - and even Aria, to an extent, had made it easy.
And when he shifted me onto his lap, I didn’t protest because I had already made up my mind that Mack would serve me well as a cover, and while I certainly wasn’t looking to be part of The Society’s little breeding program, I wasn’t opposed tousinghim.
As his fingers danced beneath the hemline of my dress, I knew that I didn’t need to beg - not when he was into me as much as I was into him. Neither of us trusted one another, but then trust had nothing to do with what we were doing - not when the man was so skilled with his fingers.
When he finally slid them inside of me, it was like the dam broke, relief washing over me. I had been living in close proximity to Mack for a week now, and the ache in my belly just seemed to build each day, and no amount of time with my showerhead or fingers seemed to help.
I didn’t expect him to finger me in the publicity of the bar, but when he started, I couldn’t find it in me to tell him to stop - if anything, I made it easier for him by parting my legs and allowing himmoreaccess. But, holy hell, his fingers were magic, and when I had shifted against him, straddling his crotch, I felt him hard and wanting beneath me, and I knew that my roommate was packing. My pulse pounded at my temples as lust and desire waged a war on my brain. While I certainly wasn’t a virgin, I didn’t have a lot of experience in the actual bedroom, with my hookups always occurring in alleyways and storerooms. The prospect of being laid out on an actual bed with time to explore one another was nerve-wracking, but I also knew that such experiences were long overdue.
My mind wandered as we made our way back to our suite, and I honestly couldn’t remember what we told Raquel and Aria - if we even excused ourselves. It was as if I blinked and suddenly Mack was opening the door to our apartment, his hand pressing against the small of my back as if he were a true gentleman. But I knew he was anything but, a gentleman wouldn’t have left me hanging the other night - wouldn’t have demanded Ibeg.
But then, I wasn’t sure I would even know what to do with a gentleman. And while I was under no delusions about what Mack and I were, I knew that I was messy and difficult, and some stuck up Society boy would only have made the situation worse. In that way, Mack was perfect. I still didn’t know who he was, but he looked like he could belong equally as well in my world as he did here, and that thought alone settled me.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, I expected him to pounce on me - to throw me over his shoulder, drag me to his room, and fuck me raw.
That thought alone sent me pussy throbbing and I pressed my thighs together, seeking any sort of friction.
But my wild boy surprised me once more, pressing his body into me in a way that had my back melded to the door itself. He knew what he was doing - knew just how to align his body against mine so that I would feel him everywhere. His hardness pressing into my softer areas. His arms corded with tension, and I stood there, gasping for breath as I waited for him to snap.
Calloused fingers traced my jaw line, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone, and somehow that small action seemed to up the ante - seemed to make me want himmore. I thrust my hips forward, pressing my body against his, reveling in the feeling of his cock brushing against me through his jeans. The movement left no question as to what I wanted, but he wasn’t having it. His chuckle was dark and low, and even that sound seemed to send another wave of heat to flood my system. It was as if now that I had given myself permission to engage with Mack - to fuck him, it was all I could think about - all I could seem to want.
I should have taken it as a sign, but I didn’t. Instead, I pushed away any hesitancy that may have lingered in the back of my mind as I threaded my fingers through his auburn hair, tugging his face towards mine. Only his hair wasn’t long enough to tug, and so instead, I growled in frustration, reverting to fisting his shirt to drag his lips closer to mine. Mischief danced in his gaze, and I didn’t like the look of that one bit.
“Stop trying to rush this.” His words were low, but not whispered, and this time I whimpered in need.
