Page 29 of Against the Autumn Pines
She didn’t comment as she looked down at the glasses. “Are those for us?”
I nodded. “Rum.” She went to grab the glass, but I set my hand atop hers before she could reach it. “Not yet.”
Her eyes came up, meeting mine, and in the dim lighting I could almost make out the color behind them.
“No Batman mask tonight, Drew?” she asked quietly.
I shook my head. Over the last few weeks, hearing her moan mymiddlename was almost enough to get me off, but fuck me, I wantedmyname falling from her lips already. I needed it as if it were air. I thought about using the Batman mask tonight, but I went with a solid black one to match the white dress shirt, black jacket, and black slacks I’d donned this evening.
Wanting this to be perfect, I tried to dress the part. The part of being a successful and rich computer tech. Handsome, arrogant player. The outside look that everyone except my family received. The outside, she didn’t even know about—not really anyway. She had no idea what my actual involvement with the app was, just that it was work.
A warm hand on top of my own had me coming back to the moment. I glanced down to find my own palm now sandwiched between her own.
“You don’t have to pretend with me. Let’s have some fun and blow off some steam. I could use it.”
I bit back the urge to ask her what was wrong. If I asked, it gave her an opening to ask, and what was I supposed tosay? I think I’m falling for you because the sex is amazing and the vibes hit? But also, I’ve had this other girl in the forefront of my mind as well, and seeing as I don’t think y’all would be into a why choose situation, as Aspen and Ivy called them, what would I do?
So instead I went with easy. “I’m down to blow off some steam. Grab your glass.”
Picking up my own, I took her hand in mine and pulled her to one of the middle booths on the outskirts of the room. I thought about putting us down in the pit, but I knew that would be a bit much for both of us. She may get anxious, and I may kill someone for looking at her too long. Might as well not risk it when I wasn’t sure how either of us would feel.
Once we reached the booth, I sat down, setting my glass on the side table next to our seats. Spreading my legs wide, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into my lap. Her ass sitting right against me, one arm wrapped around her hips and the other free to torture her as I saw fit.
This was good.
This I could do.
Power. Control. Stability.
I pushed all of her hair onto the opposite shoulder, leaving me with her bare skin to mark and taste. My fingers digging into her hip, I started gently pressing kisses to her skin until I reached the column of her throat.
“Tell me what you see, little flame,” I whispered against her throat. Her head tilted to the side to give me more access, and I could feel her heart speeding up beneath my lips.
“People touching…kissing,” she replied, her voice soft and full of nerves.
I smiled and flicked my tongue over her pulse point. “What else are they doing?”
She paused, and I knew she was looking around. Youcould see almost everyone from here except a few of the booths on either side of us. “Fucking,” she finally whispered.
“Good girl,” I praised. My free hand reached down and slowly started pushing up her dress until it was bunched on her upper thighs. “Let me tell you what’s going to happen tonight, my fiery girl. I’m going to lift this dress up until this stunning, soaked cunt of yours is exposed to the room, and then I’m going to make you come all over my expensive pants.” She let out a soft whimper, but I continued. “Then, you’re going to drop down to your knees and choke on my cock until I’m good and ready for you.”
I let my hand run up her inner thigh until I got close enough to her center to feel the heat radiating off of her. “And do you know what comes next?” I asked.
She shook her head slowly.
“Then, I’m going to spread your thighs as wide as they’ll go and fuck your little whore of a cunt for everyone here to see. Some of them are going to watch, pleasure themselves, or even fuck their own partners while wishing they looked as stunning as you do right now, but you know what?” I growled.
She started to shake her head, but my fingers came between her thighs to find her bare pussy, and I groaned. “Goddamn baby, words, now.”
“No. What Drew?” she pleaded, her voice so soft and breathy I could’ve finished in my pants to the noise.
“They’ll never have you. They’ll never know what my little whore feels like, tastes like, or truly looks like, because you’remine.Now stand up like a good slut, and lift your dress for me,” I commanded. She lingered for a moment, her body frozen, and I squeezed her hip. “Now Rae, or it’ll be your ass getting spanked for misbehaving.”
She lingered again, but this time she wasn’t tense. Ifanything, it felt as if she relaxed. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to smack your ass for being a brat and not listening to me?” I questioned against her ear.
Rae slowly shook her head. “No, please,” she whispered. But it wasn’t convincing in the least.
“Stand up, baby,” I whispered again. She did as I said, and I slowly pushed her dress up around her hips, exposing her bottom half to anyone watching in this dim light.
