Page 60 of Desired By you (Always & Forever #3)

As he pushes up my dress over my hips and palms the globes of my ass.

He drops to his knees, dragging my soaked underwear with him.

“Part your legs,” he commands, and I do.

“These fucking heels drive me wild.” He glides his hands from my ankles up my legs to my inner thigh, his touch leaving my skin tingling.

He groans when he reaches my pussy and strokes through my folds.

“Fucking soaked, aren’t you, baby? Does he get you this wet? ”

“No, just you,” I breathe out.

I shake my head, the feeling too intense as he teases two finger inside me. He rises to his feet, his fingers still buried inside of me and pumps his fingers, slowly. The angle at which I stand has him hitting my G-spot instantly and my head rolls back in pleasure.

“Is this all for me, Mia Cara?” My walls begin trembling at the use of that name. He pulls his fingers out and I wince at the loss. I glance over my shoulder to watch as he pushes his fingers into his mouth and sucks.

“Mmmhm, so fucking sweet.” He pushes his fingers back inside me again and I whimper just as he removes and forces his fingers into my mouth and I welcome them.

“Taste that. Taste what my touch does to you. Does he do that to you?”

It tastes sweet, and I’m so turned on my hips grind into his erect cock that tents his pants. I’m desperate for some friction.

He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes, biting the shell of my ear and I cry out.

“Please,” I whimper, my tone desperate. I love that he takes control, and I am willing hand my body over to him every time, but damn, he knows how to push me to the brink, slowly and almost painfully.

“Please what? What do you want, Gabriella?”

Applause and the vibrations of music can be heard through the wall, letting us know the runway show has started.

His fingers move to my clit and begins with slow circles with the pad of his finger, the pressure of my impending orgasm builds and I reach behind for him, and my nails dig into his wrist.

“Make me come. I need you to make me come,” I beg, any dignity I had now long gone. I’d do anything he asked, and maybe that makes me a fool, or maybe this is what it feels like to be in love with someone.

Cupping my chin, he twists my head to face him, our lips just a breath apart.

“You are going to have to do better than that. I’m not letting you come until you are fucking begging.” His tone is full of authority and I’m done for.

“Please. Fuck me, fuck me like I’m yours, only yours.” I shudder, desperate for some type of release.

“You need to be quiet, or someone will come in here.” I nod.

He presses my stomach flat against the table and angles my ass up and my fingertips grip the edges of the table, my heartbeat so loud it thumps in my ears.

I hear the familiar sound of a belt buckle and a zipper and then his hands are back on my hips and there’s no waiting, there’s no time.

He slams into me and I moan but he covers my mouth, pushing two fingers into my parted lips and I bare down, sinking my teeth into his hot skin as he drives into me, every stroke hitting just where I need it to.

“I’m gonna fucking enjoy watching you sit next to that prissy boyfriend of yours, knowing your cunt is dripping with my cum. Does he know what a filthy girl you are, Gabriella? Huh? Or is that just for me?”

I moan around his fingers, at his words, feeling the wave of my impending orgasm that’s building, one I fear will pull me into the depths of euphoria and I’ll not want to come back from.

The way he controls every part of my body and truthfully, my mind has me falling over the edge and when he spanks my ass, my muscles pull tight.

“Now you can come,” he growls into my ear.

My legs quiver, knees buckle, and a scream works its way up my throat. His hand clamps tighter over my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure. I feel the telling jerk that he’s right there with me.

My head falls forward as he pulls his hand away from my mouth, and I gasp for air.

The heat of his body moves away from mine and I anticipate feeling the evidence of what we’ve just done between my thighs, but he sinks to the floor, palming the globes of my bare ass and begins lapping up everything with his tongue.

I pant as he cleans me up and I am close to coming again when he flattens his tongue and flicks over my clit.

I want to beg for more, but I slump in frustration against the table when he drags my underwear up and pulls down my dress.

“We need to go.”

I must look a mess, but there’s no time. The song Queen of the Night by Whitney Houston is being played by the band, and I know we have minutes till Ali is walking the runway.

I turn, pulling down my dress. “But… I…” I try to speak but he swipes his thumb over the corner of mouth, removing my smudged lipstick.

He takes me by the hand, exiting the room and he drags me through the crowds of staff and backstage workers, pushing through the door and we run into the main room.

Lights flash on the stage and the room’s thankfully dark aside from the stage that’s lit up in a lavender color. Girls descend the stage wearing the new season collection and I can’t take my eyes off them as Brad pulls me towards our seats.

Our friends eye us curiously. I glance over to my right and Cassidy is looking at me like she wants to scratch my eyes out.

The MC announces Ali and her face flashes across the tv screens. The lights change and the music tempo ramps up and we all cheer. She steals my breath away.

When she reaches us, we are all up and out of our seats.

Tears of pride prick my eyes. When she notices, she blows us all kisses and gives Harry a wink, and I think he was ready to climb on the stage and drag her backstage.

I dab at my eyes as a familiar hand slips into mine.

Brad’s thumb rubs circles over my thumb and in that moment, I’m so grateful for the gesture.

It’s only small, but it means so much. He notices the little things, the moments when I need a little comfort, the moments when I feel nervous and need reassurance.

He sees me and I need him to know that I see him too. I’m done with this bull crap.

The house lights go up and we release our hands. It’s only then that I realize Patrick’s seat remains empty. I mean, I am grateful, but what the heck? Where did he go? I pull my phone and scoff in disbelief when I see his message.

Patrick

Got a better offer so I bailed. My parents are expecting you Saturday at noon.

I turn and bump into Cassidy.

“I saw you.” Her tone is dark and venomous.

“Saw what?”

“You and Brad go into that closet.”

My spine stiffens and I square my shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say confidently.

“I know what I saw. You want him.” There’s a slight slur to her voice and her pupils are dilated. From what I’ve heard about Cassidy James, she’s unstable and an addict whose behavior is unpredictable.

“Are you high? I think you were hallucinating.”

“You don’t want to fuck with me, little girl.” She presses her body into mine, trying to intimidate me.

“Gabs, everything okay?” Ali calls.

“Yeah, all good,” I call back, my eyes contacting never breaking with Cassidy’s.

“Do your friends know that you’re fucking around behind your boyfriend’s back, you slut?”

Her words would have hurt a few months ago. I’d have believed every word she spat out, but I’m done with being bullied.

“You don’t know anything, and you don’t know me. You are just a jealous pill-head who is chasing a man who doesn’t want you. Take the hint Cassidy, desperation isn’t a good look on you.”

“You bitch.” Cassidy slaps me across the face. I don’t anticipate it, so I go flying, but strong hands catch me.

“Hell no,” I hear Ali yell.

“Retract the claws Ali Cat,” Harry shouts as I try to regain my focus and look up to see Brad was the one who caught my fall.

Ali is nose to nose with Cassidy and signals for security to remove her. Tears threaten and my cheek is burning.

“Are you okay? What was that?” Ali asks, worry etched all over her face.

“I, I don’t know, I think she’s been drinking, and I couldn’t understand what she was saying. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to ruin your night, I’m so sorry, I…” My words trail off.

“Hey, you didn’t ruin anything,” Ali reassures me.

“Would you be mad if I went home?” I say, a slight tremble to in my voice. I need to get out of here.

“Of course not, but I don’t want you going alone.”

“I’ll take her,” Brad offers.

We say our goodbyes and Brad drives us back to my apartment. The journey back silent as I replay the whole evening in my head. This all needs to stop. Now.

We enter the apartment, and I toss my purse and kick off my heels, heading for the refrigerator and take a swig of last night’s rose right from the bottle. I carry it away with me and head to my bedroom, taking another swig, and Brad follows.

“We need to talk.”

“Not now Brad. I’m tired and my cheek is throbbing.” I press the cold bottle against my cheek and close my eyes as the sting subsides.

“No, we are doing this now.”

I roll my eyes in frustration and take another swig of the wine.

“And you’re going to be sober for it.” He reaches for the bottle, and like a petulant child, I hold it out to my side. He groans in frustration. “Fine, have it your way, but we are talking. Why the fuck are you still with that prick?” he barks.

“Why are you with crackhead Cassidy?” I bite back.

“I’m not,” he says sternly.

“Well, you might want to tell her that because you both looked very cozy today in your office.”

He folds his arm across his broad chest and grins.

“Jealous, are we? Careful baby girl this fiery side of you is doing things to me.”