Page 38 of Storm in a Teacup (Love in Edinburgh #3)

Ben

Linny’s mouth is scorching as her hands pull at my tie, undoing it and dropping it to the floor. She pushes me back into a wall of coats, the hangers clanging together when our bodies rattle them.

My hands stroke over her hips, taking fistfuls of fabric to pull her closer. I’m…confused is not the correct word. Elated is better. But something is tapping at the back of my mind, making me break the kiss so I can ask, “Is this you saying thank you again?”

She shakes her head, fingers tangling in my hair.

“I don’t want to see it like that.” Her mouth meets mine again, hot and heavy.

She moves to my jaw, murmuring, “You’re just so…

ugh ,” as her lips make trails of searing kisses.

Her fingers work at the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one before she pulls it open, hands stroking down my chest and over my shoulders.

“You would wear a V-neck undershirt,” she mutters, mouth on my neck.

“That feels like an insult,” I say, eyes blinking closed at the sensation of her lips.

“Not at all.” Her hands stroke down over me again.

“ Ugh , your chest. Your fucking chest.” My fucking chest is heaving, heart pounding from all the attention she’s giving me.

Her mouth meets the skin above the collar of my undershirt, sucking lightly, sending a thrill through me, before she moves downward.

She kneels before me, undoing the belt of my trousers.

“Linny, you don’t have to—”

Hand gripping my thigh, she says, “Please, shut up. I want to. I really, really want to. I mean, it’s almost absurd to me how much I want to. I can’t stop thinking about it.” She looks up at me, long lashes fluttering. “Ben, I need your cock in my mouth.”

I gulp, giving a small nod. “Then I need your mouth on my cock.”

She next undoes the top button and zipper, yanking the trousers downward. As her fingers trace the waistband of my pants, her head tips back with a strangled laugh, which isn’t typically what you want from the person kneeling before you. But I know why she’s laughing.

She puffs out a lip and whimpers out, “They match my dress.”

I glance down at the plum boxer briefs I’m sporting. “To be fair, you weren’t supposed to be seeing them.”

Her head shakes as she pulls my pants down, revealing my stiffening erection. I must be dreaming, this gorgeous woman with her mouth so goddamn close to me.

“Linny,” I say again.

“Ben, do you not want me to—”

I cut her off, “No, no. I do.” I spy my coat on the rack next to us, grabbing it to hand to her. “For your knees.”

One side of her mouth quirks up as she takes the coat from my grasp, folding it so it acts as a cushion from the hard floor, and kneels on it.

Then her wet tongue strokes up my cock, hardening it completely. She meets the tip in a kiss as her hand wraps around the base. Her tongue swirls over the crown before she takes me in her mouth, covering the head and—

“ Fuck ing hell,” I swear as she sucks. My hand flies out to grip the top bar of the cloak rack. She blinks up at me innocently, mouth stretched widely around my shaft.

My other hand moves to lace tightly in her hair as her head bobs back and forth on me, her hand following her lips to stroke the parts her mouth cannot reach. My hips itch to thrust forward and move with her, but I hold back.

The hand gripping my cock moves to grasp my thigh as she takes me fully and deeply to her throat. Bloody hell , this woman will be the death of me.

I stroke her hair, grounding out, “Sugar, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Her eyes are watering as she blinks, peering up at me through wet lashes. She bobs backward, moving off my cock with a pop.

“Fuck my mouth,” she instructs.

I don’t need to be told twice. “Pinch me if it’s too much.”

As her mouth re-closes around me, I rock my hips into her, moving with her, faster and faster as she chokes on my erection.

Her fingers bury into my thighs, digging in tightly enough that I’ll have bruises in the shape of her fingertips tomorrow.

I’d allow those bruises to stay forever if they could.

“Lin, ” I warn as I feel ready to detonate, in case she wants me to come somewhere other than her mouth.

Lips wrapped fully around me, she blinks up at me again, communicating all I need to know.

I find my release, spilling into her mouth as my hips jerk.

My hand falls from the coat rack, impressions from the tops of hangers buried in my palm.

She pulls away from my cock and swallows, eyes locked on mine the entire time.

I stroke a hand down her face, thumb catching on a bit of cum at the corner of her lips.

I dip that thumb into her mouth, her tongue working over it, lapping the last bit of me up, then sucking.

“Sugar,” I ground out, “you have no idea what I can do to you.”

And I’m about to start doing it, but then something slams into the door.

“It’s locked!” someone angrily proclaims from the other side.

The knob rattles as they continue to try and open the door.

“Shite,” I say, pulling up my pants and then yanking my trousers up as well, the zipper giving me grief.

I hear someone else say, “No bother. I have the key.”

The key shoves into the lock. Linny snatches my tie as I grab her and yank her into the back corner of the room behind a rack of coats. I press her front flat into the wall, my body covering hers like a shield as we hide and pray that whoever is coming in does not have their coat stored back here.

The door opens, and footsteps enter.

“Och, a coat fell,” the second voice says, causing Linny to let out a sharp laugh. My hand covers her mouth, both of us breathing heavily. I bury my face in her neck to quiet my pants. I hear them pick up my coat from the ground and rehang it on the rack.

Thankfully, they stay on that rack as they find the coat they were searching for and hand it to the other person, a muttered, “Cheers,” offered from them.

They leave the room, closing the door behind them. We let out collective sighs of relief as my hand falls from her mouth. I drop my head on her shoulder, letting out the winded breaths I wasn’t able to release before.

Linny laughs lightly, resting her forehead on the wall. “We should get back out there.”

“Naw, not yet.” I’m still covering her body with mine, pressing her against the wall. “I haven’t had my way with you.”

She angles her head to look at me. “Not necessary.”

I guide a hand down to her waist, gazing at her pleadingly before drawing her hair to the side so I can kiss her neck.

Into her skin, I say, “Please, sugar, let me see how wet that sweet cunt of yours is for me. I know you liked it when I came in your mouth. I saw you clenching those pretty thighs together.”

She visibly swallows. I knew that word would get her. She gives me a nod, so I let my hand stroke up her leg, slowly drawing up the skirt of her dress. I find the devious lace of her panties and stroke over the drenched fabric.

“Soaked,” I confirm in a rasp. Her hands brace on the wall in front of us, and my free hand finds its way across her stomach, holding her to me.

My hand dips under the waist of her panties to find her hot pussy very ready for me. I use one finger to dip inside her pulsing center, before I drag it out and focus on the clit.

“Ben,” she whispers, hands clenching into fists against the wall. “Ben,” she says again, strangled.

“You just saying my name, sugar, or is there something you need?”

“ Ben ,” she moans, which confirms that she just fancies saying my name.

I rub hard and fast, knowing that she does want this to be quick, even though all I want to do is take my time with her.

Some other time, when we’re not hiding in a cloakroom at her cousin’s wedding welcome dinner.

She comes forcefully on my hand, a stifled cry pressing into her fist as the other hand hits the wall once, pointlessly clutching against it.

As she rides through this, I keep moving my fingers, but she says noncommittally, “We should get back.” She angles her head to kiss me, opened-mouthed and full as I drag my nail across her clit.

Her loud moan seems to surprise her as her lips leave mine to press into her shoulder, fists again forming tightly in her hands. “Ben,” she pleads. “I can’t…”

My fingers pause.

“Don’t stop ,” she demands.

I chuckle silently. Another drag of my fingertips and she finds her second release, practically sobbing in her muffled cries.

Reluctantly, I remove my hand, taking my fingers and dipping them into my mouth, witnessing her pupils dilate as she watches me. I finally release her from the wall, letting her turn into me to press a long kiss to my lips before pulling away, adjusting her dress as she does.

Her heaving chest and still watery eyes become the only evidence of anything untoward between us. I finish rebuttoning my shirt and loop my tie back around my neck. She pulls me out to a better-lit area of the small room and runs quick fingers through my hair, fixing it.

I wipe the corner of her eye, clearing a smudge of makeup away.

“I don’t know about you,” Linny says, “but I am ready to go home.”

I agree, so we find our coats before we exit the cloakroom. Since we’ve been gone a while, I go first, looking both ways to ensure the hallway is clear before I pull her out after me. She clings to my arm as we walk back toward the main room to say our goodnights.

However, we’re met by Melanie before we make it there. “Here you are!” she says. Her face softens toward Linny. “Oh, babe, you’ve been crying. Are you okay?”

Linny’s eyes widen, and I nearly laugh, knowing that I am purely the reason for her tears tonight. “I’m fine,” she says.

Mel tuts. “Atti left in a huff already, so I was wondering if you guys got into it and left too.”

My face hardens at the sound of his name.