Page 56 of Mending Me

As he led me inside, we were met with a sea of gazes from the people in the lobby. All eyes were on us as he said hello and saluted different men he passed. Part of me wanted to believe I was making it up, but I couldn’t help but notice that many of the men in the room were giving me the once-over. Maybe wearing this dress was a mistake, maybe it was too sexy, too inappropriate, for this kind of event. I’d never been to a benefit like this before as an attendee, only ever as someone running them. In that role, I only ever wore simple black dresses and flatsin case I needed to get somewhere quickly or spilled food down my front as I tried to help the caterers.

When I saw this dress in the store, I knew it was the one. It was a long, semi-formal gown with a slit up the front of my thigh that didn’t go too high according to the sales girl. Its high neck was bejeweled with crystals that caught the light of the old chandeliers in the hall. My favorite thing about it was the back. It plunged low and was completely open, showing off the strong, toned muscles I had been working so hard on at the gym. Ophelia helped me pin my blonde locks up into a twist and even did my makeup for me. This was the most gussied up I had gotten in years and I couldn’t lie, I knew I looked good.

We walked through the hall, talking with other couples, and he proudly introduced me as his girlfriend to some of the men he knew from his time in the service. Everyone was cordial and I did my best to smile and be interested in what they were saying. As we moved around the room, talking to different people along the way, he kept his hand on the small of my back and just the feeling of it there made me feel more at ease.

After forty minutes of making the rounds, a voice came out over the speakers asking us to take our seats inside the main hall as the benefit was about to begin. Hank took my hand and squeezed it gently as we made our way through the crowd. When we reached our table, he pulled my chair out for me and helped me take my seat before taking his own next to me. Butterflies took flight in my belly when he casually reached under the table, grabbed the base of my chair, and moved me about five inches closer to him. Once he was seated, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and rested his arm across the back of my chair. He was close enough to me that I could smell him and I wanted nothing more than to lean over, bury my nose into his neck, and inhale deeply. The tingling between my legs was back and I squeezed my thighs together.Don’t think about it. Don’t think about how insanelyhot he looks right now and how badly you want him. You aren’t wearing any underwear and people will know you’re hot as fuck if you don’t calm down.

He leaned in to say something and my heart started again as his lips brushed my ear for the second time in the last hour. Damn this man and him knowing what that does to me.

“You okay?” A coy grin was on his face as he whispered into my ear.

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be okay?” I tried my best to keep a straight face, giving a polite smile as some of the other guests at our table were glancing over towards us.

“Because for the second time since sitting down, you’ve squeezed your legs together as if you’re trying to hide something.” He turned away from the table, his lips fully on my ear now as he spoke, “If I were to slip my fingers up your dress, just how wet would you be for me?”

My eyes rounded and my jaw dropped just enough to be noticed. I couldn’t believe what he’d just said as we sat around a table full of his old Army buddies.God dammit if I wasn’t turned on before, I sure as fuck am now. I took a deep breath before speaking in an attempt to steady my voice.

“I don’t know, why don’t you try and find out?” My words came out almost breathless and I was on the verge of panting like a dog in heat. Still, he kept his lips where they were, brushing against my ear. The sane part of me wondered how appropriate it was to be acting like this in such a public setting. The feral part of me who wanted him like a starving animal didn’t care.

“Trust me gorgeous, if half the men in this room weren’t staring at you right now, I would.” My head jerked to look around the room and sure enough, half a dozen men were watching us. I brushed a few stray hairs out of my face and triedto look like I wasn’t totally ready to hike up my hemline and ride him right here and now in a room full of veterans.

Someone on the stage started speaking and he turned away from me finally to listen. Half and hour later, I wasn’t sure who was talking or what they were saying because I was too preoccupied with what was happening under the table. Not even ten minutes into someone taking the podium did Hank slide his chair forward and then reach between my legs to pull mine forward too. As soon as our laps were covered by tablecloth, he slipped his hand between the slit of my dress and was rubbing the inside of my thigh while never breaking eye contact with the person on stage who was talking about what an honor it was to serve our great nation. Deciding to be just as evil, I rested my hand on the top of his dress pants and was rubbing his very hard cock. Every now and then I would glance around the room and check to see if anyone was looking. Thankfully, no one ever was.

“Come on,” Hank suddenly growled in my ear. He stood from the table and held out his hand for me to take. Not knowing what was happening but also not the least bit interested in what was being said from the stage, I fixed my dress before standing and took his hand.

He pulled me through the old library and I had to nearly trot to keep up with him because he was moving so quickly. Once outside, he looked around the front lobby and pulled me down the hallway.

“Hank, where are we going?” I asked, laughing and trying to keep up. I had on four-inch heels and while my dress had a slit, it still wasn’t the best thing to run in which is what he was trying to do.

He found a door with a plaque on it that read JANITOR and pushed it open. Once we were both inside, he pushed the door closed and jimmied a mop under the handle so no one from outside would be able to get in.

“I couldn’t sit there any longer with you playing with me like that. I almost came in my pants three times because of you.” He was breathing heavily and unbuttoning his jacket and shirt. “You, in that dress, is evil. Pure evil, blondie. And I think you knew how much it would drive me crazy when you bought it. No man, nosaneman, would be able to keep his hands off of you while you’re wearing that dress.”

“I didn’t buy it with the hopes it would stay on all night,” I confessed with a smirk.

“Good, because it’s coming off.Now.” He swung his coat and shirt off in one fell swoop and pulled me to his lips. My hands landed on his chest and I could feel his heart racing as our tongues clashed against one another. He cupped my face with both of his strong, callused hands, not letting me catch my breath even for a moment.

“Turn around,” he commanded and I did what I was told. Once facing away from him, his hands made quick time with the clasp that held the halter neckline of my dress together and once it fell, he grabbed my waist and spun me around to face him again. My whole body shivered when I saw his eyes meet my half-naked image in the tiny janitor's closet.

“You,” he reached forward and took both my breasts in his hands, “have the greatest tits I’ve ever seen.” My head fell backwards once he brought his lips to my nipple and his fingers played with the other. I couldn’t stop the groan from escaping my mouth as he played with me. “Let me hear you, cariño?2.”

“Hank…people in the hallway…” I whimpered.

“Let them hear you too. Let them hear how good I make you feel.” My fingers dug into his chest before one traveled down to his waistline and then to his crotch where I could feel just how badly he wanted me. I lifted my head and started to grab at his belt, needing to free him. After struggling for a moment, he reached down and helped me finish what I had started. As soonas he pulled his dress pants down far enough, his cock sprang free and was standing at attention. My eyes locked on it and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something more in my life.

Before he could get his mouth on me again, I hiked up the skirt of my dress and dropped to my knees in front of him. I placed both hands on his hips and wrapped my mouth around his throbbing cock, a low, audible moan escaping him as he towered over me. Slowly, I thrust him in and out with my mouth, occasionally looking up to find him watching me take him with lust and desire.

“Gracias Dios mio por hacerme el hombre mas afortando?3. You’re so good at that.” His hand gripped the sides of my head and I felt him grow a little more as he spoke. With each new pull, I took him deeper and deeper in my mouth.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to finish in that gorgeous mouth of yours,” he murmured. To show him how badly I wanted that, I wrapped three fingers around his cock and continued to suck him off while also sliding my fingers up and down his shaft, twisting my wrist as I did. He met my rhythm and I could tell he was getting close. I was ready to take him like this, Iwantedto take him like this, but he pulled away from me before I could bring him his release. He reached down and looped his hands under my arms, pulling me to my feet and he grabbed my chin with his hand, forcing me to look at him.

“I’m not finishing like that tonight, I’m finishing inside of you. Deep and hard. And you’re going to stay nice and quiet or else we might get in trouble.” While some women found the whole commanding thing to be off-putting, I found it incredibly hot. Seeing him take control like this turned me on something fierce. “Now spread your legs and let me feel that pussy of yours. I’m sure you’re tight as fuck and dripping for me already.”

Reaching towards the hem of my dress, I pulled it up further and let him reach for what he wanted. He wasn’t wrong, therewas no denying that I was wet and ready for him to take me. My hands rested on his shoulders as he reached in between my legs and started to rub my center. When he flicked my clit with his finger, my breath shuddered and my hips bucked towards him, begging for more. He continued to play with me with one hand and used his other to play with my breast again. My lips found any exposed flesh they could find and I kissed, sucked, and bit at his skin. Reaching down for him again, I took his still hard cock into my hand and started to play with him.

“Hands up,” he hissed, his voice coming out shaky and low. We were standing against a metal shelving unit full of cleaning supplies and miscellaneous hardware. He looked around and found a bundle of rope sitting on the shelf and grabbed it before turning back to me. “I’m not asking you again, hermosa?4, hands up.”

Lifting my hands above my head, I watched as he started to unwind the rope. Before doing anything, he looked at me with a fierce expression. “Do you trust me?”

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