Tingles run down my spine and I look him up and down. “Yes, but yours is worse.”
He cracks a smile. “I don’t know about that. Those magnificent tits of yours are driving me crazy.”
I start feeling flushed, and I take another sip of water. “Look at you. Every woman in this place wants to fuck your brains out.”
He kisses my neck, right below my ear. “I only want you, baby girl.”
“Brax, quit it, someone will see.”
“Selene went outside.” He kisses my neck again and nips my ear with his teeth. He tugs on the lasso at my hip. “I want to tie you up with this and fuck you until you can’t breathe.”
I take a deep breath, my pussy throbbing. “We’re at a party, Brax.”
“I need you, Ky,” he says into my ear, his voice rough. “I need you right fucking now.”
I’m about to suggest we get out of here and go back to his place, but I don’t think I can wait. “Where?”
“My room.”
“Selene blocked off the stairs with decorations,” I say.
“Garage,” he growls. “I’ll go first. Meet me in sixty seconds.”
I wait near the kitchen, my heart hammering. Braxton walks away, heading toward the door to the garage. It’s near the front entrance, the door itself around a corner and out of sight of this side of the house. The girl in the nurse costume stops him, but he extricates himself pretty quickly. He disappears around the corner and I count to sixty, my eyes flicking around, looking for signs of anyone who might notice me heading in the same direction.
Selene comes in from the back deck, and I duck past the other guests before she sees me. No one is in the front entryway, so I open the door leading into the garage and slip through.
He’s waiting for me just inside. He pushes the door shut and we’re drenched in darkness.
“God, it’s so hard to keep my hands off you,” he says, pushing me up against the door. He kisses down my neck and slips a hand into my bodysuit, cupping my breast.
I run my hands up and down his chest and abs, feeling the hard edges of his muscle. “This is really unfair to the rest of humanity. No one should be this perfect.”
Braxton’s mouth comes to mine and he overpowers me with his kiss. All thought flees. There’s nothing left but his lips and tongue, his body pressing against me. His hand grips the back of my neck, firm but gentle, and he devours me.
I’m entirely his.
Braxton yanks on the Velcro on the back of my costume, ripping it off.
“This door doesn’t lock,” I say breathlessly. “What if someone comes in?”
“They won’t.”
I can’t see a thing. I kick off my costume, dropping the whip with it, and pull off my thong. I’m panting, desperate for him. I hear his zipper, and the next thing I know he’s holding me up, pressing my back against the cold door. I wrap my legs around him and he drives his cock inside me.
As soon as our bodies lock together, I feel whole. He pauses, holding me tight, his cock buried in my pussy. His breath is hot on my neck.
I love needing him so much. I would have fucked him in the bathroom or a closet if I had to. I love the way he fills me, unmakes me. I’m floating in bliss, high on the feel of his body melding with mine.
I don’t ever want it to end.
In the darkness, every sensation is heightened. He takes out the tension of the evening on me, fucking me relentlessly. Like he needs to show me, again, what he feels. How hungry he is for me. How desperately he needs me.
The music thumps through the door, drowning us out. I breathe his name, my mouth close to his ear, and dig my fingers into his back. He feels so good, I’m delirious, drunk on his love. We come together, our bodies stiffening, shuddering. It’s almost too much.
He lowers me to the floor, but doesn’t let go, holding me tight against him. He kisses my neck, my jaw, finds my lips. His tongue caresses mine, soft and slow. I keep my arms around his neck, my body pressed against him.
Finally, he pulls away. “Better?” I ask.
“For now,” he says, his voice throaty and low.
I laugh. “Is there a light? I don’t know where the costume went.”
Braxton flicks a light switch and I squint against the sudden glare. We must be quite a sight: Brax with his pants around his ankles, his chest glistening. Me dressed in nothing but red-and-gold knee-high boots.
“Oh, shit,” he says with a laugh, as he pulls up his pants.
“What?”
He puts his hand along my cheek and pulls me in for another deep kiss. “You’re a mess. You look like you just got fucked.”
I grab my costume off the floor. He finds a package of paper towels on a shelf and helps me clean up before I put the bodysuit back on. I do my best to smooth down my hair, but I’m sure my cheeks are flushed. If Selene corners me, I guess I can blame drinking too much.
Although I smell like Braxton.