Chapter 16 The Night I Let Go
POV Scarlett:
With each drink I took, freedom screamed louder inside my chest. Tonight, I was determined to be free—to allow myself to forget all the pain and guilt I’d carried for so long. Tonight, nothing and no one would tell me what to do or how to behave.
Tonight, I wanted the whole damn society to go to hell.
After finishing my fourth drink, I stood up and went to the dance floor, determined to enjoy my night of freedom the way it was meant to be enjoyed. The music gave me the emotional release I needed. I danced a few songs a little restrained at first, but when the DJ played a more erotic one, I felt a rush of heat—desire flaring through me, craving something I no longer had.
Four men at my disposal, ready to give me pleasure, to satisfy every one of my desires, to make me beg for the orgasm that I knew would leave me breathless for long minutes.
I don’t know if it was the drinks I had or the loneliness that’s been killing me night after night, but my body began to burn—a frightening, consuming fire. I placed my hand between my breasts, sliding it down my stomach to the space between my legs. A fierce desire grew inside me. I pulled my hand away when my skin felt like it was on fire, the urge to touch myself more intimately almost unbearable.
This wasn’t the place to give myself that kind of pleasure, not in the middle of a crowded dance floor. I turned, ready to leave and get tangled in my sheets, thinking of the four men and the good moments we’d shared. But then a hand gripped my waist and pulled me back, making me crash into a hard body.
“I’ve been watching you since you got here,” a husky voice whispered in my ear. The song changed to something more sensual, my body burning, my blood boiling like lava.
“And I can guarantee, you’re driving me crazy.”
I smiled, biting my lip, and turned to face the stranger.
Oh my God. What a beautiful man.
I rose on my toes—he was several inches taller than me. Grabbing the hair at the back of his neck, I pulled him down and pressed my lips close to his ear.
“Never touch a woman without her permission,” I whispered, and he released me. “That’s better.”
“Would you like to dance with me?” he asked, his mouth dangerously close to mine.
“One dance,” I declared.
His hands returned to my waist, guiding my hips to mold against his. I felt his arousal pressing against my stomach, and the need within me grew stronger every second. I grazed his nape with my nails, and his grip on my waist tightened. I smiled as he bent down, teasing me with his breath against my neck.
I pulled him closer and attacked his mouth. My fingers tangled in his hair, my tongue caressing his seductively. His hands slid down to my ass, and I bit his lip—overwhelmed by the raw excitement and desire I hadn’t felt in so long.
His erection pressed against my stomach again, and I moaned into his mouth, desperate to be touched, desperate to release the orgasms I’d been holding back. Taking advantage of the dim light, I rubbed his cock over his pants, wanting to drive him as crazy as his kisses were driving me. His hands gripped my ass harder, and without another thought, I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bathrooms.
We didn’t speak—didn’t need to. This was pure desire, and tonight I was going to end mine. The lines for the bathrooms frustrated me, but the stranger nudged my shoulder and pointed to the staff restroom. Without hesitation, I followed him.
As soon as we entered, I didn’t have time to think. He pushed me against the door, devouring my mouth hungrily. I yanked his hair hard, earning a sharp bite on my lip. I loved the way he touched me—it was all about lust and hunger. We didn’t need to know each other’s names; all we needed was to satisfy the wild desire growing between us.
I lifted my dress, pushed my panties aside, and touched myself—needing to feel pleasure like I never had before.
“I want to fuck you,” the stranger said between our indecent kisses.
“And I want you to fuck me,” I moaned as he pulled my hand away from between my thighs, bringing my wet fingers to his mouth before replacing them with his own.
“You’re soaked—and you taste delicious,” he groaned, and I heard the zipper of his pants slide down.
“I want it fast and hard,” I ordered, thinking only of my pleasure.
And that’s exactly what he did. He turned me to face the door; I heard the sound of the condom wrapper tearing, and then he was plunging into my heat in one deep thrust. His hands gripped my shoulders, holding me still. His movements were fast, sending me into delirium with every stroke. His cock hit that perfect spot over and over, a sweet, aching pain spreading through me.
“Fuck,” I heard him curse, but I didn’t care—I just wanted my orgasm, which was almost there.
“I think there’s—”
“Less talking, more fucking,” I demanded, eyes closed, and received a hard slap on my ass.
“You asked for it, princess.”
Princess?
I screamed as he pinned me against the door, pounding into me harder. His hand pressed my face against the wood, fucking me even rougher. I squeezed my eyes shut and surrendered, letting the strongest orgasm I’d had in ages tear through me.
I don’t know how much time passed. My soul felt like it had left my body, my legs barely able to hold me up—but I smiled, satisfied, feeling my desire somewhat soothed. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the stranger muttering something while wiping his cock, and when I realized what he was doing, my eyes widened.
“Did the condom break?” I asked, panic spreading through my bones.
“I was about to say something felt off with the condom, but you said less talking, more fucking, so I did,” he said, running his hands through his dark hair. “I felt your pussy tighten around me when you came, and I knew something was wrong. That’s when I lost it and just kept going.”