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Chapter 13

Wrong Number

Cece

I’m gripping my wristlet in my hand, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. I hope Dev takes me up on the offer. At the same time, I’m hoping he’s smart enough to put the brakes on this runaway train. Haven’t I gotten myself into enough trouble already this year? One year, Cecelia. You only need to keep it together and be on your best behavior for one more year. Then you’re free.

Good behavior is overrated, though. Each toilet has its own little room. No one’s going to see us in here. No one is taking any pictures. It’s fine. And there was no way I could wait until we got home. I don’t think I’ve ever been this keyed up. The anticipation sending little shivers up my spine as I brace my hands on the counter, staring myself down in the mirror. I’ve never had sex in front of a mirror. My eyes have a glossy feverish quality to them. Lipstick a bit smeared from nibbling on it.

I reach up to release my hair from its tight ponytail. The door gives a gentle creak as I’m finger combing my long blonde locks, trying to wrestle the elastic back on. The lock clicks and the heat from Dev’s body surrounds me on all sides as he reaches up to still my busy hand.

“Leave it down,” he says, voice raspy.

I give up, dropping my right hand back down to brace myself on the counter.

A shiver runs down my neck as he tenderly brushes the long strands aside, exposing my neck. He bends down to plant a trail of light kisses from the dip of my shoulder to that spot under my ear that always gets me going. My pussy is clenching on nothing. His long finger brushes under my chin, tilting my head to the side as he leans in closer.

His lips are inches from mine, hovering, waiting. For what, I don’t know, but I can’t take it anymore, crashing into him. He tastes like chocolate and raspberries, and me, and that is a way hotter combination than I would have thought. Our tongues clash in a war for control. He was always going to win, though. He takes control, delving deep, nibbling and sucking. One hand cups my chin, squeezing it until it’s verging on this side of pain. I squeak as my insides clench.

He pulls back. “Let me know if it’s too much. I’ll stop. You sure about this? ”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” I tell him. If he doesn’t get inside me right this second, I think I might melt into a puddle.

“Let me just get this shit off you.” He rips the jersey over my head, tossing it into a corner. “Don’t ever wear that thing again.”

“What?” I glance at the mirror to see him glaring at the jersey. His team’s jersey. “Don’t you want me supporting your team?”

“I don’t want to see another man’s name on your back.” His dark brows are pulled together as he glares at the harmless piece of fabric.

“Umm. That’s my name. You know that, right?”

“Yes, but it’s his number.”

“Yeah, my br...” He places his finger over my lips before the word slips out, and it hits me. It’s not just one of those possessive guy things. He doesn’t want the reminder of that inconvenient barrier between us.

But I can’t keep my mouth shut after he lifts the finger. “I can’t exactly wear yours if I go to another game.”

His face seems to soften and fall a little, all the anger draining away. “I guess not.”

Did I spoil the mood? What is wrong with me? I should have let it go. Not stirred the pot. He’s leaning back a little now, eyes shut, breathing hard as if he’s trying to get control of himself again. That won’t do.

I reach behind myself to slip open my bra. The satiny fabric dangles down my back, and I do a little shimmy to work the straps down my arms. A little yank drags the underwire out from under my heavy breasts and it falls to the floor in a heap. I bend over a little until my ass bumps into his groin to find him still hard.

As soon as I make contact, his eyes fly open, pupils dilating as he catches sight of me in the mirror. His mouth parts and all the heat rushes back, turning his dark eyes into velvety pools of night.

Score one to Cece. We are back in the game.

The pained groan comes from deep in his chest, and he lifts his arms, hands hovering in the air for a moment before he reaches around to land on my hips. He squeezes tight then slides them up sides, sending shivers running through my body as he traces a pattern over my sensitive skin. I shut my eyes to avoid looking at the extra flesh. I try to embrace my extra curves, but it’s not always easy when you’ve grown up in the world I grew up in. Constantly told that you don’t fit in. That you’re not thin enough. Somehow less, because you’re too much.

“Don’t shut your eyes on me, pretty girl. I want to see those gorgeous blues on mine.”

“But...”

“No, buts. Open them up and watch or I’m not touching these luscious tits.” His hands stop before he reaches my breasts, but I can feel the heat from them. He’s so close to making contact. “You don’t want that, do you?”

“No,” I whimper, dragging my lids open .

His lips reward me with the hint of a smile, and he stares at me as he slides a little further up until he’s cupping the underside. “That’s a good girl.”

I moan, arching into his touch, and when he finally makes it to my taut nipples, I grip the counter to make sure my knees don’t give out on me. I’ve never been this needy for a guy. But then he’s not just any guy. I still have dreams about his hands all over me, his mouth exploring my body. The way he slammed into me from behind, pressed against the window. Best sex of my life hands down. And I never thought I’d get to experience it again, but now here we are. This is our moment, and I don’t want to miss a second.

I reach back one arm to loop around his neck, as he bends his head to nibble and lick that spot behind my ear again. I’m on fire for him. The way he knows just how and where to touch me after our brief encounter is incredible.

He’s pinching and plucking at my nipple, and it sends a sizzling trail down low in my belly. His other hand slides down my abdomen, kneading and squeezing the flesh on its way.

“God, I love this body.”

My face was already flushed from the need, so I don’t think he notices the blush that forms at his words. The way he worships my curves is unreal.

I’m so desperate for his touch down lower that I reach down to unsnap my jeans, but he’s smacking my hand away before I can accomplish the task .

“Hand back on the counter. I’ll take those off when I’m ready. I want the privilege of uncovering that exquisite flesh of yours.

My groan this time is frustrated, but he doesn’t leave me hanging for too long. One long sweep up and down my sides with a pause to squeeze my tits has a low moan coming from him.

He slips down to cup my mound through the pants one last time until I’m pressing up on my toes, arching my back into his hand.

My skin is on fire, every whisper of his breath on my neck, the slight breeze from the vent, every touch amplifies the burn.

Finally, he’s unsnapping my jeans, sliding the zipper down in a slow crawl.

“Please, just get them off.”

“Oh, I’ll be getting something off very soon. You. But only if you’re patient.”

The sounds of the restaurant are dim in the background, but I’m vaguely aware that we are in a public place. “We can’t stay here too long. We’ll get caught.” That’s an excuse to force him into sending me over the edge I’ve been dancing beside for too long.

He sighs, closing his teeth in a gentle nip at the base of my neck. “I guess. You win this time, Beauty.” He yanks my jeans and underwear down so fast I’m jerked back into him, and my feet lift off the ground.

His left hand closes around my waist, keeping me steady as he tussles with the denim to drag it over my foot. The pants fall to the floor.

“Spread those legs for me. I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours before I sink my cock into it.” His voice is rough around the edges, and there’s a rustle of fabric as he fumbles with his zipper.

The hard flesh of his dick presses into my ass once he’s free, and he reaches around to find my slick center. He toys with me, swearing when he finds out how damp and ready I am for him.

“You need my dick so bad,” he says as he’s sliding the tip of his finger into my opening. “But you’re going to have to be patient for one more second.

I hear foil tearing, and another groan as he slides the condom on. Once he’s ready, he grips my hips again.

“Close your eyes. Just until I get inside. I want you to feel every inch of me sliding inside you, tearing you apart until you come to pieces around my cock.”

A shiver rips through me, and I grip the counter until my knuckles whiten, closing my eyes, waiting.

“Good girl.” He’s leaning right up to my ear.

Every sensation is heightened by the loss of my sight when I shut my eyes. I can feel him tensed behind me and can almost picture the ridges of his abs tight and ready. His hands grip my hips, the tip of his cock poised at my entrance.

His thrust is intense and deep, taking me by surprise even though I was waiting for it. He’s so thick he stretches me to my limits, and the pressure would be too much if I wasn’t so ready for him. The teasing at the table, the slow build here, has me dripping and ready to take all of him in one go.

My eyes fly open, and I see myself, and him, melded into one person. I’m flushed and slightly damp with sweat, but he’s staring at me like I’m something special, eyes shining, taking in every inch of my body.

He fills me perfectly, pausing to kiss the back of my shoulder. “You good? Ready for me?”

I nod. “Fuck, yes.”

There’s a slight sting on my ass that sends another wave rolling through me. I’m so close already. One move and I’ll plummet off the cliff.

His thrusts start off slowly, a steady drag deep inside me, opening me up for him. I’m already trembling and fluttering around him.

“Hold steady for a minute. I don’t want to lose it yet.”

The pressure returns to my clit, matching his quicker thrusts. It builds and builds. Steady heat and need tearing at me.

I’m leaning into my hands, afraid my legs will collapse under me as he brings me closer and closer.

I don’t think I can take any more of the torture when he leans in, his entire body pressed into mine.

“Come for me.” His fingers dance a rapid step over my clit, and I give in, shattering around him.

As my legs are failing me, he grabs my hips, pulling my legs off the floor as his rhythm picks up. He pounds into me as I’m clenching around him. The orgasm rolls into another one ,

“Fuck.” His soft whisper is more powerful than if he screamed my name as he follows me over the cliff. He buries himself deep shuddering as he’s pulsing inside the condom deep inside me,

I don’t know how he’s possibly steady on his feet while I’m ready to melt right into the floor.

He holds me tight to him, head thrown back as he pulses, buried deep inside.

Maybe he’s not as unaffected as he appears. He lets me slip from his grip until my feet hit the floor again but doesn’t pull out or otherwise move from the position.

It could have been two minutes or two hours before he’s gripping his length and sliding out. My walls clench around him as if they’re not so eager to let him leave. Can’t say as I blame them. People talk about getting their world rocked, but I didn’t think this was actually a thing until I met him.

It’s like the earth has shifted under my feet. Nothing else matters but us. It’s him and me, and the rest of the world fades away when we’re together like this. How am I ever going to stay away from him?