Page 41 of Raine
“My number,” he says, then turns around and walks off like Acheron suggested.
I punch him in the chest. “What the fuck, Acheron?”
He rubs his chest. “What?”
“What was that about?”
“Nothing. Just be careful who you talk to, alright?”
For the next hour, we walk around with my pussy throbbing and in need of a fucking release. I need to sort myself out before I start dry humping one of the walls or lounges.
“I’m going to the ladies.”
Acheron points to the side, and I follow the motion, seeing the bathroom from where we stand. I move toward it, walking over bodies fucking each other, crawling, or doing god knows what.
I’m strung tight, and my body feels like a livewire thrashing around from within. I know if I don’t cum soon, I’m going to do something stupid. I can feel it.
Entering the bathroom, I walk straight to a cubicle, ignoring the ladies reapplying their makeup, and slam the door closed.
Shimmying my jeans down, I’m not surprised to see the sticky wetness coating my g-string. One swipe through my folds has my fingers covered in my juices. Slipping one finger inside, I stifle the moan wanting to break past my lips. I add another finger and bring my other hand down to play with my clit and piercing.
Making lazy circles with my digits, I draw myself closer to climax, jumping when the door slams, and I hear hushed voices before it opens and closes again.
I still, my fingers still moving a little as I steady my breathing and listen for any noises. Shiny black shoes appear underneath the cubicle door, and I suck in a breath, my breathing stuttering.
“Raine, darlin’, are you in there?”
I swallow around the golf ball lodged in my throat, unsure of what I should do. Do I answer him or remain quiet in hopes he will go away?
As if reading my thoughts, he speaks again. “I know you’re in there, sweetheart. You want to open the door for me, please?”
I blanch and then feel the heat race through my body and pool in my cheeks and my pussy. Chewing on my lip, I vacillate, adrenaline spiking in my veins when I make my decision.
Removing my hand from my pussy, I pull my jeans up quickly and open the door with shaky fingers, embarrassed when I see the shiny tell of my arousal still on them.
I look up at the man standing at the door, and I’m unable to stop my eyes from running up and down his body before landing back on his dark eyes.
“Gabriel,” I breathe, and he smiles at me. “What are you doing in here?”
I look over his shoulder to see the bathroom empty and notice the door is also locked. A sliver of fear pumps through me, but it’s snuffed out by the lechery sparking between us, like a leech suckling until it has its fill.
“Call me, Gabe, and tell me something, sweetheart. Are you ok with me being in here?” He questions, tilting his head to the side and keeping his eyes on my face.
Naively, I nod once, and he smiles again. I know I’m going to question my sanity and stupidity after this, but right now I’m not firing on all pistons while I’m gazing into his endless depths.
“Good girl.”
It’s like a volcano erupting inside of me — the hot lava consuming and the need evermore — at those two words.
“Are you comfortable with me watching you?”
I nod again.
“Good girl. Do you want to show Daddy what you were doing with your fingers?” He asks knowingly, his gaze flicking from my face to my fingers.
My mouth goes dry; the word daddy has wetness pooling between my thighs, and I have to force myself to answer him. “Yes.”
I take a moment and inhale deeply while I focus on his words and not my thrashing heart and clenching core. He must be into that daddy/little kink, and right now I think I’m into it as well.
