Chapter 6

Harlee

The kiss is fierce, a battle for dominance, and yet his mouth is warm, his tongue soft against mine, the taste of mint and whisky melting onto my tastebuds. He tastes like heaven, like pure seduction, and with the hard bulge pressing against my stomach, I know I'm going to experience a form of pleasure I haven't felt in a long time.

Both of his large hands leave my hips, looping around me until he cups my ass in his palms, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. On instinct, I lift one leg and wrap it around his hips, allowing him to close the last remaining inches between us. His bulge connects with my cunt, adding just the right amount of pressure against my aching clit, which is straining against my thong.

I arch my back off the wall, grinding into him, a muffled moan tearing from my throat into his mouth. While one hand remains on my ass, the other traces the curve of my hip, into the dip of my waist, and finally, he cups one of my tits in his palm, giving the flesh a teasing squeeze and drawing a gasp from me.

He must take it as a signal because he slides the strap of my dress aside and pulls it down, allowing my breasts to spring free from their tight confinement. Breaking the kiss for a brief moment, he glances down and lets out a growl before his mouth crashes back into mine.

He cups my breast in his hand again, taking my nipple between his fingers and rolling it, eliciting a moan from the depths of my stomach as a tingling sensation travels from my chest through my stomach to my clit.

"Your little gasps and moans are like the sound of sirens, a melody to get lost in." He breaks the kiss again, his lips brushing against mine as he flicks my nipple between his fingers.

I lower my hands from his shoulders to his chest and wrap his tie around my wrist, pulling it tight, his face reddening. "If you want more of it, be a good boy and put that dick inside me."

His hands work quickly, grabbing the fabric of my dress and lifting it to reach for my underwear and tear it apart, tossing the torn fabric to the side. Then he moves to himself.

Tilting my head forward, I watch closely as he undoes his belt, button, and zipper and pulls out his hard cock. And it is better than I expected. My mouth waters at the sight, long, thick and veined. The head red, glistening with drops of pre-cum. This dick deserves to be sucked. Perhaps if he keeps being this good, his dream will come true.

I gasp as his hands land on my thighs, pulling me out of my haze and lifting me off the floor, slamming my back against the wall and knocking the air out of my lungs. My hands land on his shoulders for support, gripping the fabric of his jacket tight while my legs fling around his hips. The tip of his cock catches onto my opening and my mouth hangs open in a silent moan as he parts me, thrusting into me with one powerful move. My body welcomes him with open arms as if he weren't a stranger. No, his cock inside me feels like coming home. I close my eyes and enjoy the stretch, how full he makes me feel as he forces himself all the way in until our hips are pressed flush together.

The boisterous sound of the gala down the hall is drowned out and becomes nothing more than a buzz as he pulls his hips back only to slam back into me with a throaty moan.

My cries of pleasure match the rhythm of his powerful thrusts. "Ethan," I moan out his name, gripping his jacket tighter, my eyes falling shut as my body bounces up and down from the force of him driving into me.

"That's it, yes, call my name. That's where you belong, with me," he taunts. "On my cock, begging for more and more." His words send a shiver down my spine and I let go of his jacket and wrap my arms around his shoulders, forcing his face into my neck to muffle him. His lips part, latching onto my skin, and his teeth sink into my flesh, eliciting a pleasure-filled yelp from me.

My muscles begin to tighten, my cunt pulsing around him as he continues his pursuit and the fabric of his shirt brushing against my clit sends sparks of pleasure through every nerve in my body.

When suddenly footsteps echo through the corridor. Ethan's thrusts come to a halt, buried deep inside me, completely covering my exposed chest with his body. He throws his head back, whipping in the direction of the source of the sound. A man in a waiter's uniform turns the corner and freezes at the sight of us. In the blink of an eye, Ethan draws his gun and points it at the man.

"You have five seconds to run," Ethan says between heavy breaths.

"I'm so sorry, sir!" the man, who is still just a boy, exclaims and turns on his heels, not walking but running.

"Fuck, that was hot," I blurt out, my hands landing on Ethan's face and twisting it back, crashing my lips to his in a feverish kiss. He quickly puts the gun back into the holster before bringing his hand back to support my weight and continue his assault on me. His thrusts growing more feverish with every second.

I only break the kiss as a long series of moans slip from my throat, accompanied by his grunts, and the sound of squirts every time he drives into me echo through the hallway.

My core muscles tighten as my orgasm creeps closer and closer, the mixture of the chase, the thrill of the public space, and having been walked on are a combination that drives me closer to the edge.

I run my fingers through his hair, clinging to him. Our lips brush against each other, our hot breaths mixing in the small space between us. Until my muscles tighten and lock completely. My whole body quivers as I fall apart around him, my orgasm hitting me with full force, and I scream with pleasure.

Instead of slowing down, Ethan continues, driving into me in a feverish rhythm until his hips begin to stutter against mine and he loses the smoothness of the chase, ramming into me at an irregular pace until he comes to a halt, followed by the comforting warmth that spreads through my core as he comes inside me. His cock pulses against my tense muscles as he pumps his seed into me.

I tighten my arms around his shoulders, resting my head on my upper arm as I savor the sensation of him filling me and try to catch my breath. Through the blurry vision caused by my orgasm, I catch a glimpse of a figure crawling behind the curtains, heading back toward the staircase.

There is the little rat.

I tilt my head to look back at Ethan, his eyes still hazy from his orgasm. His breathing is heavy as he gasps for air. It's now or never. Seizing the opportunity, I run my hands from his back to his sides and snatch the gun from its holster, raising my arm and slamming it into his head, sending him reeling back with a painful groan.

I land on my feet, my dress falling, and I use the moment to run past him, pulling my dress back up and covering my tits as I run toward the stairs where the little rat disappeared.

At the bottom of the stairs I run into a man, my body slamming into his as he catches me, followed by the unmistakable sound of glass shattering at our feet. A waiter holds me close, his eyes wide with confusion as he looks down at me.

"Sorry," I mutter hastily, grabbing his arm before he can fully recover. My nails digging into his sleeve. "Did you see where he went? The man in the black tuxedo with the green bow tie?" I ask.

The waiter blinks, startled, but doesn't hesitate. He jerks his head in the direction of the main hall. "There. He went back inside."

"Thank you," I say, rushing past him towards the main hall. But I stop dead in my tracks as I push through the doors. The lights are dimmed, there is no music playing, just a low hum of quiet conversation filling the room as the moderator on stage goes over the schedule for the next hour.

The crowd is dense, my eyes scanning the room, darting over rows of well-dressed guests, all men looking too similar, until... there. Richmond cuts through the edge of the crowd, his shoulders hunched as he tries to make himself small, heading for the exit.

Got you.

I follow him, weaving through the chairs and tables and the people who are still standing, lingering as they engage in hushed conversations.