‘Shh,’ he whispers in my ear as the hand on my breast moves up to cover my mouth. ‘I’m going to fuck you now. I can’t wait another second.’ My eyes widen at his comment. Has he lost his mind? We can’t have sex in here. I see his other hand in the reflection of the mirror disappear behind me and the distinct sound of a zipper rings out in the silence that has now fallen over us.
My stance widens automatically. My head knows what we’re about to do is wrong, but apparently my vagina didn’t get that memo.
‘Do you even realise how sexy you are?’ he whispers as his hand finds its way between my legs again.
‘Mmm,’ I moan into the palm of his hand, my body trembling with anticipation.
‘I’ll remove my hand if you promise to be quiet. Okay?’
I nod. I still can’t believe we’re going to do this.
‘Place your hands on the mirror,’ he demands. I do exactly as he asks. It’s ironic how I’ve hated being controlled my entire life, yet I have no qualms about following his orders. The way Brock takes control is sexy.
He rubs his cock between my legs as I push my hips towards him. I’m no longer concerned about what we’re doing. I want to feel him inside me.
I bite down on my lip when he slides inside me, trying hard not to make a noise.
‘Christ you feel amazing,’ he breathes as he pulls out slightly before pushing all the way back in.
‘Oh god.’ One of his hands grasps my hip, holding me in place, while the other tugs on my hair, tilting my head back so his mouth can cover mine.
‘I said no noise.’
My eyes roll back in my head as he deepens the kiss before picking up the pace. He slams into me in short, hard strokes. It feels incredible. The risk of the sales assistant discovering us only seems to heighten the experience.
It doesn’t take long for him to have me on the edge. ‘I’m … I’m,’ is all I get to say before we’re interrupted.
‘Is everything all right in there?’ I hear the skanky sales assistant ask. Shit. There’s no holding back. I’m coming whether I like it or not.
‘Ahh,’ I moan into Brock’s mouth as my body starts to quiver and my orgasm hits me full force. His hand quickly moves from my hip, snaking around my waist, using his strength to hold me up. When he pulls out of the kiss, I see a smile tug at his lips as his eyes lock with mine in the mirror.
‘We’re fine,’ he says in a breathless tone that has him sounding like he’s just run a damn marathon.
I see his eyes clench shut as his movements become more desperate. I can feel my vagina still pulsing around him and I know he’s about to come as well. Shit, could his timing be any worse?
‘I was just helping her come undone.’
He did not just say that. There’s humour in his voice as my face flushes red. I softly elbow him in the ribs, causing him to laugh. Then the dreaded inevitable happens.
‘Christ,’ he says in a loud, drawn-out moan, as his body starts to shudder.
‘Oh … okay,’ is all the sale assistant says before I hear her high heels clinking on the tiles as she walks away in a hurry. God, she knows what we’re up to. Someone kill me now.
‘Why did you say that?’ I whisper, when his body stills.
‘I wasn’t lying, I am helping you come undone.’ He chuckles as he unties the silk ribbon on the corset, sliding his hand inside to pinch my nipple between his finger and thumb. Closing my eyes, I bite my lip again trying to suppress my moan.
How am I going to face that woman when I walk out of here?
BROCK
When I’m done, I put my cock away before turning Jade around and pulling her into my arms. Although she’s clearly embarrassed, I know she enjoyed it. The minute I saw her dressed in that lingerie, I had to have her. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want her. It’s crazy. Losing ourselves in each other helps escape the cloud that’s looming over us, even if it’s just for a short time. No drama or pressures. No outside world. Just us becoming one.
Christ, I sound like a damn pussy.
We’ve heard nothing from M since she left my place in a huff yesterday morning. I’d be foolish to think that was the end of it, because in my heart I know it isn’t. Like me, she’s not prepared to let Jade go. I only hope that we can stay one step ahead of her. I don’t want that psycho bitch anywhere near my girl.
‘Do you need some help getting dressed?’ I ask, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
‘I think I can manage. You’ve already helped enough.’
I don’t miss the sarcasm in her voice. It makes me chuckle.
‘I’m glad you find it amusing. We still have to face that woman out there,’ she angrily whispers. It doesn’t faze me in the slightest. I’ve been caught in compromising positions more times than I care to admit.