“Please,” I breathed.
He reached around and gripped one of my breasts, squeezing the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Little sparks of pleasure raced across my skin as he bit, and he sucked on my neck. His mouth was at the perfect spot below my ear and above my shoulder, the spot that erased all reason and turned me into a slave to my sensations. I arched my back, my ass pressing into the hard length in his pants.
He gave my breast another squeeze before running his hand down my trembling stomach and to the slit along my thigh. Hiking up my dress, he pressed two fingers to my clit. My hips jerked back to him and he grunted and answered with a small thrust.
“So fucking wet.” He pulled even harder on my hair as his fingers delved lower, teasing my wet folds until he plunged inside me. I moaned and rubbed my ass against his cock as he worked his fingers in and out.
He pulled away, releasing my hair and leaving me reeling. I started to turn around, but he put his palm flat on my back and pushed me forward. He’d freed his cock, the smooth head rubbing against my ass. I reached around to grip him, but he stole my wrist and pinned it against my lower back.
“Kennedy.” I was desperate to touch him.
“You know what that does to me, Scarlett.” He shoved his cock between my thighs and pumped his hips so his slick head caressed my clit. Maintaining his grip on my wrist, he wrapped his other hand around my neck, giving gentle pressure.
I was utterly snared—the soft fur caressing my front while Kennedy mastered my back. I pressed my thighs together to get every delicious lick of friction as he thrust against my pussy.
“I need to feel you. All of you.” His voice was a gravelly rumble as he pulled back and positioned his tip at my entrance.
“Oh God.” The sound was swallowed by the fur as he began to ease inside me, my entire body on fire and desperate for him.
“Scarlett?” A man’s voice called.
I froze and whipped my head around to the door. A slight amount of light was slipping through into the dim closet. Someone was standing in the doorway.
“Are you all right?” He called again, uncertainty coating his words.
“Fuck. Coat check’s closed, asshole,” Kennedy barked.
“It’s Eric. I was just checking on Scarlett.” His voice sounded stronger. Was he coming closer?
I had to get out of there. I shoved back against Kennedy, which pushed him inside me a bit farther. I gasped at the sudden pleasure and he groaned.
“Do that again.” He laughed, the sound low and throaty.
“I’m fine, Eric,” I called.
“Are you sure?” He’d moved deeper inside the closet, only a few steps from discovering what we were doing, though he’d likely already guessed. “Frank and Guy were asking about you.”
I wrenched my hand from Kennedy’s grasp and scooted forward, the feeling of his dick sliding out like a bucket of cold water being dumped over me. It shocked me back to reality. What are you doing? I was about to let him fuck me bareback in a coat closet at a Mardi Gras ball.
“I’ll be out in a minute, Eric. Just wait for me, okay?” I spun, our bodies still pressed tightly together, and stared up into Kennedy’s eyes. “You have to stop this,” I hissed.
“Stop what?” He smirked down at me, his face half hidden by his mask.
“You know what.” I pulled my dress down.
He took my hand and placed it against his erection. His hot skin was smooth and soft in my grip. I let out a breath as he kept his hand on top of mine and stroked down his length and back up.
I bit my lip, trying and failing to fight the desire for him that overtook my mind, my body.
“You sure you want me to stop? Seems like every time you say that, you only want more.” He leaned in and grazed his lips across mine, still moving my hand up and down his shaft.
“Scarlett?” Eric asked again.
“I’m coming.” The words came out harsher than I’d intended.
“Not yet.” Kennedy whispered against my lips.
I pulled my hand away, silently cursing him for putting me into this situation, and also cursing myself for loving every second of it.
“Zip up, asshole.” I hated the breathlessness in my voice.
I shimmied past Kennedy and pushed through the coats to Eric. He peered down at me, his mouth drawn into a frown.
“Come on.” I hurried past him and out of the closet. The open air of the foyer attacked my overheated skin, making goose bumps erupt all over my arms and legs. “Where are they?”
Eric took my elbow and led me back to the ballroom. “Oh, Guy and Frank have already left for the night. I just said that to rescue you.”
I ground my teeth. I didn’t need rescuing, and certainly not by Eric.