Chapter 142 I am a bad man
“Hale.” My back was against the wall, the very same one I will suspend from during my performance tomorrow night.
“I am a bad man, fairy.” His lips traced a hungry path up my inner thighs. “And I can hardly believe I finally get to do bad things to you.”
“Fuck,” I sucked air into my lungs. He was right now dragging slow kisses along my underwear. The friction of lace against his lips made my clit swell, and sent a sharp awareness through every nerve in my body.
He rumbled deep in his throat now, like my pussy was an exotic delicacy. And my body shivered in response to this. I sunk my fingers in his hair, struggling to get a grip on the fine silk that kept slipping through my fingers, fine as air.
“May I?” In the shadows surrounding us, his eyes were bright as he stared up at me. It was the sexiest sight, him on his knees, this pretend act of begging. It set fire to my blood like his husband’s possessive claims.
My hands dropped to my underwear. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid it down myself.
His eyes burned as he tsked, apparently affected by the sight. “That's the sluttiest thing I have ever witnessed.”
My chest rose and fell as our gaze remained locked, as I enjoyed the sight of those midnight blue eyes and silver hair nestled between flowing silk skirts and nude-colored panties.
“My Luna.” He exhaled, and pressed his lips to my skin, the secret place where my leg joined my pelvis. I whimpered, shifting, but he pinned me securely to the wall with one shoulder and proceeded to take off my underwear completely.
He pressed it to his face and inhaled deeply while staring in my eyes.
“You'll have to be very quiet, sweetheart.” He tucked the lace in his pocket. Then he pressed his fingers, spread out like the letter V against my labia, parting them. His brows were furrowed as he inspected me like a lab scientist. “Can you do that?”
I swallowed hard, nodding quickly.
“Beautiful.” He whispered with passion, and I was uncertain if the comment was due to my eagerness to be quiet, or the sight of the pink flesh he had seen more than once.
He parted my lips even more, and I could hear the sound of my own wetness up here. He lowered his head then and clamped his lips securely around my clit.
My legs trembled. My fingers sought purchase in his hair as I struggled to remain quiet. He had not moved, just kept my swollen clit clamped firmly in his mouth as his eyes burned into mine from below, waiting for me to relax again.
Then his tongue made a small lick, a test.
At this point, my bottom lip was clamped between my teeth in my struggle to be quiet. A line of sweat snaked down my spine. And a million thoughts ran through my mind.
This building was far from the banquet hall, and no one would likely come here so late at night. Except Finn, who I told could follow me after ten minutes. Or Mordaine, who had witnessed how distressed I was when I left.
But Hale's mouth, hot under me, was melting my thoughts, dulling common sense and any other logical fear I should have. He raised my left leg over his shoulder, and continued to stroke me with tenderness as he progressed down to my entrance, licking, flapping. Then he stopped, and pried me open with his tongue.
I gasped quietly when the firm muscle thrust into me. His hands came up, clutched my hips and began to move my pelvis to rock above him, while he fucked me with his tongue.
I pressed my back more firmly onto the wall, bracing myself as I balanced on just one foot. I had forgotten how to breathe and curses spilled out of my lips in airless whispers.
Suddenly, heat deepened along my skin as my walls contracted. I was close now, the fireworks were traveling to my head.
My nipples ached, my clit throbbed, my uterus twisted in a knot, and finally, my body ripped apart.
I convulsed, my legs trembling, my thighs clamping his head from either side as shocking jolts of pleasure tugged me down.
But the bad, bad man kissed his way up to my clit again, and began to suck on it, with a hunger to milk every last drop out of me. My orgasm quickly became a string of multiple apexes, wringing me, till I had nothing more to give.
And only then did he pull away, and rise to his feet. He kissed me, eager to take all my mouth had to give too.
When he at last broke our kiss, I collapsed against him, boneless. The world was silent up here, the air cold but clean, and as endorphins receded, reality smacked me across the face.
“This is a mess, Hale.” I whispered. “What do we do?”
“About what, fairy?” The steadiness in his voice was comforting, an assurance that I had nothing to worry about even though I knew I did.
“You know what I mean.” I tried not to pout. His hand started to stroke my back, up, down, soothing.
“There’s no shame in feeling. You should never feel ashamed of wanting the things you do.”
“I’m not like you.” I murmured, and he laughed.
“There’s not a large difference between us, trust me. You have two husbands at the moment. Triad to quad is not a big leap.”
My head jerked back with a gasp.
“What?” he seemed amused at my reaction. “We love them, but we want to fuck the hell out of them too.”
I stepped away from him immediately, unable to trust myself around this charmer.
“That's the only way to make all this hurting and aching feel good.” In one clean move, he reached up and undid the button of his tuxedo jacket, one-handed, “The moment we bring those two stubborn men in, we can all be bad together.”