“You and your words.” Lauren snuggles deeper into my chest and looks up at me with shimmering eyes.
“Are they working?” I ask with a grin, and she nods.
“Always,” she declares, then turns to Jason. “Leave. I won’t ask nicely again.”
Jason takes a step forward, trying to appear intimidating, then cowers when he realizes Lauren hasn’t even flinched, and I have him pinned under a hard gaze.
“Jerkoff,” I mutter when he turns tail and runs. “And that wasn’t nearly as satisfying as punching him would have been,” I exclaim before grabbing a flute as well and clinking it with Lauren’s, smiling down at her. “To you, being a sexy badass.”
“That was kind of badass, wasn’t it?” Lauren laughs with glee and places the flute at her lips, throwing her head back and drinking its entire content. I figure what the hell, we’re celebrating her victory, and follow her example, the bubbles tickling my insides and climbing up to my head.
It’s just champagne. It’ll pass fast.
And with that thought, I grab another glass, taking Lauren’s hand as we waltz into the ballroom, and it’s the best evening we’ve ever had, dancing and drinking, mingling with people who are in awe of Lauren’s talent. For a change, she allows herself to become immersed in the admiration, and the way she glows is so sexy that I can’t keep my eyes off her.
Glass after glass of champagne goes down, and I keep convincing myself the headiness will pass in no time. This isn’t hard liquor, after all.
Lauren stops me after a while, shoving a glass of water into my hand, looking at me with her sultry bedroom eyes, and saying she needs me functional later tonight. And between the buzz and her undeniable beauty, I just can’t hold myself back any longer.
After waiting in a semi-hidden cove somewhere on the way to the toilet for the past five minutes, Lauren finally passes by, and I catch her hand, pulling her into a corner where we’re least likely to be seen.
“Michael!” she scolds me with a giggle, not being very convincing about being angry. We’re both a bit drunk and very horny. Well, I’m very horny, but I’m about to make sure Lauren is as well.
“I have to have you.” I pull her close and start kissing her neck, already bunching up the skirt of her dress as I back her against the wall.
“Here?” She’s melting into my touch so completely; it’s enough in itself to drive me mad with desire. “Anybody could walk by and see us.”
“And what a show they’ll get.” I finally find her thongs and pull them down. Lauren helps me enthusiastically despite her supposed protest. “You seem almost excited that we might get caught. Kinky.”
“Give me the condom.” Lauren is freeing my erection, and I swoop her up by her ass and pin her to the wall.
“We used the last one in the limo.” I maneuver her dress to clear a path for my hips to rock into the junction of her thighs, hot and wet, and so ready for me, teasing the sensitive flesh with my hard shaft. Not playing fair, I know, but I want her too much to care. “I’m going to fuck you all the same if that’s alright with you.”
“I’ll just take the morning-after pill.” She uses her legs to pull me closer, and I sink into her, grunting at the contact.
“Fuck, Lauren.” I’m almost reluctant to move. I forgot how good it feels to be inside a woman without rubber between us, though I suspect it only feels this good because that woman is Lauren. It’s been an exceptionally long time since I wanted a woman so completely, craved to fill her in such an insatiable manner, and felt my inner caveman thump his chest as I claimed her.
And God, have I missed it.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” She grins as if she can see right through me.
I bury my face in her neck and inhale. “This is wrong.” Lauren stiffens, and I shake my head. “Notthis. Not being inside you like this. That’s perfect.” I look up at her. “I should have taken you to a bed, made love to you all night. Not like this.”
“You’ll get your chance, Cupcake.” She leans forward and catches my lips with hers for a deep and tender kiss, then catches my bottom lip between her teeth and tugs until I growl at the sting. “Now, fuck me like you mean it, Michael.”
I grab onto her ass tighter, pulling almost all the way out of her and then thrusting back in hard. And again. And again. Then faster and harder, and I have to cover Lauren’s mouth with my palm to keep her from alerting every person at the gala of what’s happening.
She feels so good; all I want to do is come inside of her, those primal instincts starting to take over me again as my fingers dig into her ass cheek possessively. Pounding into her relentlessly as she cries out into my palm, her inner walls clenching hard around me, I spill deep in her with gritted teeth, barely holding back a roar.
“Not enough.” I pant and bite her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, causing Lauren to moan and buck her hips. “I want to be inside of you all night long. I want all of you.”
“In that case, I hope you at least remembered to bring lube.”
“Jesus, Lauren.” I groan so loudly I’m sure someone is going to hear and walk in. “I’m definitely not going to survive you.”
“Just a little bit longer, Cupcake. I just need you for a little bit longer.”
“I need you now. I’ll get us a room.” I mean the words coming out of my mouth, but my body won’t comply. The need to stay close to her, soak up the body warmth and the smell of jasmine that’s become a pillar of calm to my chaotic mind is too strong.