Page 13 of Stalk Me

His mouth is soft and warm, but his drunken kiss is demanding. He presses closer until there’s no space between us, until the tension of his need is the only thing keeping us from melting into each other. One hand tangles in my hair, pulling tight enough to send a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

“So, would you believe me if I told you I like it wild, and when things get out of control, I only get more turned on?”

He pauses, eyes flashing dark. With our eyes locked, he slips his fingers up my thigh, pressing against the warmth between my legs. It would be far too easy to let him take me here, out in the open for the entire party to see, but I’m not that crazy.

His touch burns, makes me want to arch into him, let his fingers slip beneath my underwear, and take me on the floor. An idea that surely brings out the bad girl in me. Still, I resist. I haven’t lost all my dignity yet.

“Bathroom?” I breathe, just loud enough for him to hear.

He nods, grabbing my wrist and pulling me through the crowd. Drunken voices blur into incoherent noise as we make our way to the other side of the room. I can feel eyes on us, the whispers following. While I can ignore them, I know that Belle won’t. Nicolas turns his head, looking for an exit, and I grab his hand, leading the way, his palm warm in mine.

As soon as the bathroom door closes, his lips find mine again, sending a wave of heat flooding through me. Every touch burns through the fog, clearing my head. He pushes me against the door, his hips grinding against mine. I reach between us, tugging the hem of his pants. With deft fingers, I unzip his fly, his rock-hard cock straining against the fabric. I slide my fingers over his silky-smooth shaft, feeling his pulse race. I grip tighter, aching to feel more.

“Don’t hold back,” I say as I gently squeeze his shaft, then pull my lips back just enough to lightly graze him.

A low growl reverberates against my chest, making my heart race faster. He tugs at the strap of my shirt, pushing it down to reveal my breasts. In one fluid motion, he reaches down and pulls up my miniskirt, his thumb slipping beneath the thin fabric of my panties and stroking. I close my eyes, letting the sensations take over as he rubs against my clit. My breath catches as he continues working his way down until his finger sinks into my wet pussy. I can’t help the moan that escapes as he thrusts into me. God, he feels so damn good. I buck against him, desperate for more.

He adds another finger, pumping and stretching. His other hand slides down to my ass, gripping firmly as he angles me deeper into him. Pleasure builds with each movement. I dig my nails into his shoulder, arching against him as he pounds harder. The pleasure, the intensity, is intoxicating.

His warm breath washes over me. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“So, stop.” I meet his eyes. “But then, you won’t have this chance again. Take it.”

Something in his gaze shifts, some shadowy aspect I didn’t notice before, then the next moment, he lifts me into the air, pushing my back against the wall, and without hesitation, his cock enters me. A brief wave of discomfort overshadows the pleasure, then suddenly, all I feel is desire. The need to have him move within me is all I can focus on. “God, Belle, you’re so fucking wet.”

Her name sends a shockwave through me. Is he doing it on purpose, or is he more drunk than I thought? Does it really matter?

“Do you like that?”

He presses me to the wall, driving his cock deeper. A low moan escapes my lips as he grinds against me, the pressure building. His stubble scratches against my cheek as he leans in and kisses me hard.

It’s too much, too fast, and I find myself pushing him away. “Get on your knees,” I say as he whimpers in protest, but quickly settles onto the white-tiled floor.

Leaning against the door, my skirt falls to pool at my feet. Nicolas wastes no time positioning himself between my legs, his hands trailing over the sensitive skin. Teasing me almost.

I gasp as he parts me and his tongue grazes my inner thigh, drawing a quick shudder.

“Tell me what you want, Belle. Do you want me to lick you here?” He drags his tongue across the crease of my thigh and down to my knee.

All I can manage is a frantic moan. He circles his tongue around my clit, again and again, until I’m writhing and grinding against his face, begging for release.

“My turn again,” he growls, grabbing his cock and stroking himself a few times. “How do you want it?”

I swallow hard, heat flaming my skin.Everything, I want to say. I want him to fuck me until I can’t think, until nothing else exists. I reach down, sinking my fingers into his soft hair as he moves even closer, pressing against my clit, bringing me dangerously close.

“Where do you want me?”

“Inside me,” I moan and lift my right leg ever so slightly. His hard cock slides between the lips of my soaked pussy, his tip teasing my entrance. Suddenly, there’s a click at the doorknob, turning slowly. I grab on to Nicolas, making sure he doesn’t pull out. Whoever’s about to enter, I want them to see the full picture.

Nicolas’s eyes widen and he tries to push me away, but I’m holding on to him like a parasite. My arms are wrapped around his neck and my legs hooked around his waist. His cock is too deep inside me for him to be able to pull out before the door opens completely.

Fuck. I really hope it’s Belle. And when the wooden door finally cracks open, revealing her surprised expression as she takes in the sight of me, in the bathroom with her boyfriend half-naked and already balls-deep in my dripping pussy, my heart will sing. It’s everything I’d hoped for and more.

The bathroom door opens with a soft click, and Belle’s silhouette appears in the doorway. Her designer dress—the one she spent hours choosing—is slightly wrinkled from rushing here, her curls already starting to frizz in the humidity. Just as I planned. The look on her face as she takes in the scene before her is everything I’ve dreamed of: shock and betrayal.

“Belle,” I say, grinning mischievously. “I finally understand why you’re so crazy about him. This feels amazing.” The words taste like victory on my tongue, sweeter than any cocktail I’ve ever had.

Her jaw drops open. “What… how dare you. Get the fuck off him!” she screeches, cheeks tinting a blotchy red. “Nicolas, what are you doing with this?—”

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