Page 97 of Beauty Beneath the Sorrow
On shaky legs, I rise from the table. “I-I have to go to the bathroom,” I rush out before I head to the back of the restaurant, desperately trying not to fall to the floor and have an orgasm in the middle of this upscale Italian restaurant.
My breath is becoming more labored as I’m aggressively shoved through a larger door to the side of the women’s restroom entrance. I can barely control my limbs as Carter moves me like a ragdoll. Holding me up against the wall, he braces my entire body weight.
“The screen on my phone was frozen. It’s restarting now.” His husky voice rolls over me like warm honey, sticking to every one of my bones.Goddamn, I’m so turned on right now.“Relax, I’ve got you.” His forehead presses against mine. “Just give in.”
“Okay.” I nip his bottom lip while he takes his hand and glides it up the back of my leg, gripping my ass cheek. With little effort, he lifts it and pushes his body into me. I’m pinched between him and the wall. His lips find the hollow of my collarbone right as my head falls back. “Oh god,” I moan.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispers into my skin.
My hips buck at his middle. His hard length adds additional friction, and with the heat radiating off his body, it’s enough to push me over the edge. An orgasm that spans the length of me, sending pulses through my veins. My muscles lock, and my head falls to his shoulder. Biting down through his shirt, I keep my screams muffled.
Carter keeps me in place until the last few aftershocks roll in. Still dazed, he releases my leg to pull his phone from his pocket.
A second later, the vibration stops. Desperate to get this thing out of me, I shove my hand up my dress and yank on the tiny curved handle. Now that my muscles are the consistency of jello, the little bastard slides out without resistance.
Regaining my focus, my eyes dart around the small room. “Is this the family restroom?”
Carter rubs his chin, laughing. “It was the best I could do.”
Fluffing my hair a few times, I place my palms on the cold counter with my head hanging low. “My fucking god, that thing.”
Carter moves behind me, slipping his arms under mine and hooking them around my waist. “I’m annoyed that the little egg took all my fun.”
I face him in the mirror. My breath hitches when I see his massive body wrapped around me. It’s euphoric. “I’m sure I’ll still want a ride later.”
“That needy pussy of yours.” He nuzzles his face in my hair. “I love it,” he growls.
The mirror reflects my spotted chest and flushed face. “Okay, get your shit together. We still have to go out there and have dinner with them.”
His chin rests on my shoulder. “I know. It means a lot to your dad.”
“Oh, don’t I know it?” I sigh. “Now, how the hell are we supposed to go back out there and face them after what just happened?”
My stomach twists at the thought.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Carter
This night is definitely not going how I envisioned it would. I was fucking ecstatic to use that vibrator on Lina. I imagined us having a night filled with kinky fun, with some research into flight schools mixed in. Sounded like an incredible plan to me.
But when Brian showed up at her door, it threw us both for a loop. Then, when he invited me to dinner with them, I couldn’t say no, especially after seeing the look of desperation on Lina’s beautiful face.
I know he has the best intentions with her, but bringing Bristol along again may not have been the smartest idea. He should be spending more time alone with Lina, but I can’t be the one to say that.
With my arms hooked around Lina’s neck, I stare at us in the family restroom mirror.
“Your chest is still flushed with red splotches,” I comment with a sly smile.
She rolls her eyes. “This was all your fault.”
“Was it, though?” I arch my upper lip. “You’re the one who couldn’t get it out.”
Lina twists, now facing me with her back to the mirror. “Not cool.”
I laugh into the sensitive area of her neck. She smells delicious like she always does, but after she comes, there’s always a sweeter hint to it. My dick grows inside my pants, annoyed with my lack of participation.
Lina’s eyes flicker down to my zipper. “Down, boy.”
