Page 140 of Under Your Scars

He nods back, and with a feral growl that emanates deep from his throat, he kisses my clit gently and then licks along my slit. I whimper. It feels so good. A new wave of arousal comes crashing through me. My legs feel weak when he pulls away and stands.

Then he kisses me. His lips are soft and languid against mine. I can taste myself on his mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. He lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist so I can feel his massive erection between my thighs.

His lips move from my mouth to my neck, where he licks and sucks and nips until I’m squirming in his arms, until my hands are tugging on his hair, so hard I’m surprised I haven’t ripped it out. He looks straight into my eyes. His are lust-blown. Needy. Hungry. He uses his hips to press me into the wall hard enough that when his hands leave my thighs, I don’t move an inch. His hot, ravenous hands trace up my body, feeling my breasts through the thick fabric of my dress.

“What’s your safe word?” he asks, looking straight at me.

“Mykonos,” I breathe. “I trust you.”

“Don’t,” he whispers back, and then his hands wrap around my back to pull down the zipper of my dress just enough to expose my breasts. I can feel his hot breath as he lets out a delicious sound of satisfaction at the sight. His hands cup both of my breasts, thumbing gently over my nipples until they’re both hard peaks. The sensation is pleasurable, but not overwhelming.

His lips go back to my neck before he squeezes my breasts together and opens his mouth wide to bite one hard enough that it leaves an imprint of his teeth in my skin. I let out a breathy moan as he continues to rub my nipples with his thumbs and covers my chest in hungry, desperate kisses. His erection is pressing so tightly into my core he might burst straight through his slacks.

He experimentally takes one of my perky nipples in his mouth and sucks gently. I moan louder this time. Christian is a generous lover, but he’s never given my chest so much attention before.

I can feel how wet I am between my legs. My hot, sticky arousal is surely coating his slacks, and all he’s doing is flicking his sinful tongue against my nipple.

“More,” I beg. I don’t even really know what specifically I’m begging for, but I trust him to figure it out for me. He shoves his middle finger into my mouth and commands me to suck. I do, and while I circle my tongue around the digit, he goes back to giving my nipples his complete attention.

My veins feel like molten lava and my core is dripping when he removes his finger from my mouth. He leans back just enough to see the mess I’ve made on his slacks. He sets my legs down and then looks at me.

“Use my hand to make yourself cum,” he commands, brushing my hair away from my face tenderly. He doesn’t give me a chance to ask questions, nor does he elaborate. He goes back to sucking and licking and lightly biting my aching nipples. I’m so desperate for release right now it feels like I’m on fire.

I take Christian’s hand in mine, his finger still wet with my saliva, and I bring him to the apex of my thighs. He doesn’t move his fingers unless I make him. He wants me to use him as a toy. He wants me to use his fingers and trust that he won’t do anything that I don’t allow him to.

Taking a shaky breath, I close my eyes, and lead his finger to graze over my clit.

I moan loudly at the contact. Almost obnoxiously. Like a virgin discovering pleasure for the first time. I had forgotten what his fingers felt like.

Swallowing my nerves, I guide his finger to trace gentle circles on the sensitive bud. I grind against his finger, seeking out pleasure on my own. With my free hand, I dig my nails into his back, running them down the smooth fabric of his suit jacket. I grind harder, moan louder, pull him closer and closer until I feel myself reach that peak.

And then I let myself fall. It’s wild and beautiful and safe. Unable to help himself, Christian cups my pussy as I ride out my orgasm, grinding against his palm until I’m panting with sweet relief. He holds his hand in the space between us. It glistens with my slick and like the beautiful savage he is, he sticks his fingers into his mouth and licks himself clean. The skirt of my dress falls back to the floor with a soft whoosh as I let the fabric go. My chest is still exposed, my breasts spilling out over the top.

My lipstick is smeared all over his face. A sheen of sweat gathers along his hairline. He grips my hips with so much desire it’s bruising. He’s still painfully hard in his pants and the look on his face screams for relief. I rub my palm against his erection through his pants and that simple touch alone nearly brings him to his knees.

The door opening stops us both and has me scrambling to pull up my top to try and maintain some dignity as the newly married couple comes stumbling in, apparently having the same idea as us. The four of us stare at each other, and Justin and Travis break out into loud laughter.

“Sorry! We’re sorry!” Justin bites his lip to keep himself from laughing harder and pulls Travis back out of the room by his tie. “We’ll find another room!”

Christian growls and pulls the door shut after they leave, being very careful tolockthe door this time. He rests his forehead against mine and takes a deep breath. I grab his cheeks and twirl us in a small circle until he’s flat against the wall, and I sink to my knees.

He says my name through gritted teeth. “You don’t have to.”

“But what if I want to?” I ask as I unbuckle his belt.

“I can’t promise I will be still.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“Elena,” he warns. “Do not fuck with me right now.”

I say his name and he opens his eyes, looking down at me like he’s unhinged and a millisecond away from losing his shit. Looking up from under my thick eyelashes, I give him big, simpering eyes and ask, “What’s your safe word?”

He laughs maliciously, which turns into a growl, which turns into a sharp inhale. “Do you remember what happens when you get mouthy with me?”

I shake my head, pretending I have no idea what he’s talking about as I continue to stall and mess with his belt like I’m struggling to get it off.

“Do you need me to show you?” he asks.