*CHAPTER 56*
*CHAPTER 56*
As my lips met his, he froze, body going rigid against mine. I pressed closer to him, face tilting to get the angle I wanted and as our lips slid across each other, sparks erupted under my skin and and his muscular frame suddenly exploded into motion. His body pressed mine into the club’s wall, every inch of him pressed hard into every inch of me. My skin caught fire and I was suddenly a scalding hot mess as our bodies became a tangle of hot lips and hands and teeth.
“Kass,” His low voice came off as a warning.
“I need a distraction.” I bit lightly on my lower lip and his pupils—blown wide open from our kiss—flickered to watch the action, “Is that okay?” I asked.
His body shuddered against mine, “I’m starting to worry that there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you,” He admitted.
At that simple confession, goosebumps scattered over my skin and I grabbed his cheeks to press his mouth to mine for the second time. He leaned down to grasp onto the backs of my thighs, lifting me up easily as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my body grasping onto his like I was drowning and he was air.
I don’t know how we ended up in a quiet secluded corner of the club, but when my back slammed against the wall this time, I peeked my eyes open to find us alone. Though the bass from the club’s music and the sound of voices still reverberated through my bones adding vibrating over my skin adding a new level of friction to our kiss.
Still wrapped around him, his body was a slide of thin fabric and skin over mine. With Malcolm and the wall holding all of my weight, I pushed at the waistband of his pants with trembling fingers.
His lips pulled back a fraction of an inch from mine, not going far, “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked, voice ragged, “You’ll regret it. We both know you will.”
The feel of his hot breath on my lips was making the frenzy in my blood burn hotter and brighter. “Maybe we’ll regret it,” I admitted, voice a quiet match to his, “Or maybe it’ll be the one thing we can never regret.”
Our eyes locked for a single silent moment before our mouths crashed together again, somehow more desperate than before. Our tongues tangled in all the words we couldn’t say. My fingertips dug into his muscular shoulders. My skin a burning flush against his and my heartbeat an erratic beat in my veins, his keeping perfect tempo with my own. I don’t know how he managed, but suddenly his nimble fingers had worked my shorts over my ass and my bare skin was flush against the wall.
I couldn’t find it in me to care if anyone saw. The Bond between us had reached a fevered pitch and more than anything, I just wanted him to go faster. I worked the button of his jeans blindly as our lips and tongues continued their silent dance. With trembling fingers, I worked down the band of his pants and the fabric beneath until there was only the fire of his smooth skin resting in my hand.
As my fingers wrapped around his cock, he stopped breathing, heartbeat pounding wildly against mine. One of his hands lifted from my thigh to pull out a silver foil packet from his pocket, ripping it and sliding it on in a single practiced motion.
“Last chance to turn back,” He said, “You can still change your mind.”
I didn’t deign that with a response. Instead, I gripped the head of his cock blindly and lowered myself onto it in a quick heated slide. Malcolm’s mouth swallowed my gasp, as he lodged inside me, so hard, so huge, that I simultaneously worried and hoped I’d burst at the seams.
And then he was moving, thrusting deep. Our breaths labored as our skin slipped and heated against each other. My back pressed hard against the wall as he ravaged my body with his own, but I barely felt the pressure behind me with the bliss I was feeling as our bodies shifted together. My thighs clenched around him, my stomach coiling into a knot of need and desire as his body pounded into mine, over and over again. I gasped as my orgasm came out of nowhere, my legs and body shaking in pure ecstasy as heat came over me in waves. The feel of me shaking around him sent Malcolm over the edge soon after.
“Fuck,” he grunted, shoving into me twice more as I floated back down into my own body, mind struggling to piece itself back together as I blinked back to awareness—the sounds of the club coming back into focus. We were still alone, the music having died down to a quieter song.
I don’t know what it meant that Malcolm had just given me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. My body was still shaking from it all, my thoughts barely making sense.
Our eyes locked again in the dim light as Malcolm came down from his own high. I couldn’t name the emotion I blazing in his eyes as they met mine, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to even if I could. I’m sure mine were shining just as brightly as his.