He looks like he wants to argue, but finally nods. “Private room.”
“Sure thing.” I step back and, keeping a hold of his hand, tow him behind me through the lounge. As we pass Malone’s booth, I can feel her gaze on me but I refuse to look over. It takes all of sixty seconds to make it through the mostly empty public playroom and to the halls with all the private rooms. I slow. “What would you like tonight?”
“A bed.”
That’s new. I steer him into one of the few rooms we keep that are set up like traditional bedrooms—with a few key additions. Once we’re alone, I move to a spot right at the end of the bed and wait. “Whatever you need.”
Gaeton scrubs a hand over his face. “I don’t have it in me for complicated shit tonight.” The look he gives me is pained and without artifice. “I need to fuck you until I can’t remember my own name.”
I blink, but work to shield my surprise. “Whatever you need,” I repeat. I can’t fix Gaeton’s life, but I can give him this. I want to give him this.
Still he doesn’t move. “Safe word.”
As if he doesn’t know it by heart now. I give him a faint smile. “Thorns.”
“Good.” He’s on me before I have a chance to brace for it. He hooks his hands under my thighs and then we’re on the bed, his big body pressing me against the soft mattress. Gaeton told no lies. He isn’t messing around. He barely brushes a kiss to my mouth before he’s moving down my body, yanking my clothes out of the way to get to the bits of me he wants. He palms my breasts and then shoves up my skirt. “No panties, Aurora.” His words rumble against my pussy and then his mouth is on me.
Gaeton loves oral sex. He has for as long as I’ve known him. The man likes to take his time and every orgasm he coaxes from his partners seems to delight him to no end.
There’s none of that tonight.
He goes after my clit as if he’s angry at it, at me. We’ve played together enough times that he knows exactly what will get me to the edge, and he drives me there relentlessly. I might laugh if I had the breath. Trust Gaeton to need to fuck hard but make sure I come first.
He works two blunt fingers into me and presses them against my G-spot. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave I didn’t see coming. I’ve barely reached it’s crest when he’s moving up my body again. A rip of a condom wrapper, the barest hesitation while he rolls it onto his cock, and then his pushing into me just as relentlessly as he’s done everything else tonight. He’s almost too big to make it work this fast, but my body accommodates him.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Yeah. That’s what I need. Your tight little pussy clenching around my cock.” But he’s not looking at me. Even as he laces his fingers through mine and drives into me like the very hounds of hell are forcing him forward, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s wishing I was someone else.
I don’t blame him for that. He’s not my person. I love him in a friendly sort of way, but Gaeton was never meant to be mine. And I was never meant to be his.
He curses and then he’s coming, his strokes going harder yet, shoving me into another orgasm of my own. I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him in the only way I can with his hands pinning mine to the bed.
Gaeton curses and slumps to the side, pulling me with him. I barely have a chance to catch my breath before he’s up and moving to dispose of the condom. I half expect him to end things there, but I shouldn’t underestimate Gaeton. He flops back onto the bed next to me and gives me a worried look. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not even a little bit.” I lean up on my side and give him a soft kiss. “Sometimes a rough fuck is exactly what I need, too.”
He studies me, some of the pain already gone from his face. “You too sore to go again?”
This time, my smile is one hundred percent genuine. It seems kink isn’t on the menu tonight. Just, as he said, fucking until he can’t remember his name. “For you, big guy? I’ll go as many times as you can handle.”
He laughs. “Hoped you’d say that.” He snags me around the waist and hauls me up his body until I’m straddling his face. “About time I worshiped this pretty pussy of yours properly.” He grabs a pillow and wedges it beneath his head and gives me a grin that sends a wave of warmth through me akin to the best kind of whiskey. “Think your legs will give out before my tongue does?”