Chapter 21 Public Sex
SIENNA
My breath was uneven, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My throat bobbed as I stared at him—speechless, confused, and shocked.
He took a few steps backward and tucked his hands into his pockets. My eyes glistened with desperation and anxiety.
“What are you doing?” The words slipped out before I could stop myself. It felt as though my entire body was on fire.
“What else? Moving away because you told me to,” he replied. His voice was calm, but mischief danced in his eyes. It was obvious he was doing this intentionally, and I hated that I wasn’t in a position to act tough right now.
He had stirred my emotions and sent pleasure coursing through my body. I couldn’t think of anything else except how to make him touch me the way I wanted.
“I… I didn’t say so,” I stuttered. If only I had listened to my brain when it told me to stop. Maybe I wouldn’t feel this embarrassed. Now he had control, simply because he was the one who stopped first.
His lips curled into a smirk that reached the corners of his eyes. “You don’t like it when I touch you, Sienna. It’s only right to stop because you asked me to,” he muttered.
I scoffed inwardly. This mischievous man. Anyone who heard his calm tone would think he had never touched me against my will.
Gosh! The way he dragged his lustful, flirtatious gaze over me only made me hornier. Flashes of that night rushed into my mind, and it didn’t help the situation at all. My coochie tingled, begging to be touched and played with.
“What do you want, Lucian?” I gasped as the tension coiled tighter inside me.
“Nothing. Just come for it if you want it.” He shrugged.
As though that was all I’d been waiting for, I closed the distance between us, wrapped my arms around his neck, and captured his lips with mine. The salacious fire burning inside me intensified. I sucked on his lips like my survival depended on it… or maybe it did. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to think straight if he didn’t finish what he started.
He slid his hands onto my waist and pressed his lips harder against mine. The kiss turned rough, like a competition.
He broke it and tilted his head back. “You still have a chance to think about this, Sienna. I won’t let you go no matter what if you continue,” he grunted, his eyes reddened. From his stare, I could tell he was just as horny as I was, and everything he was doing was meant to make me submit to him.
“This is your only chance to walk away, Sienna. If you—”
I cut him off by crashing my lips onto his. Whatever he was saying didn’t register. All I wanted was to satisfy the desire spreading through me like fire on dry leaves.
As though that was all he needed—my yes—he pulled me closer, pressing my body against his roughly.
Slowly, his lips traveled from mine to my neck. A wave of pleasure rushed through me. I moaned and tilted my head to the side, giving him better access.
While he nibbled on my neck and left hickeys everywhere, his hands slipped under my dress and rubbed my already wet panties, soaked with my juices.
When his fingers brushed my clitoris, my knees weakened, and my body trembled. I moaned loudly, not caring that we were in a bathroom and anyone could walk in.
He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him. He placed me on the vanity, spread my legs, and rubbed my clit.
“Look at me,” he ordered. I obeyed, moans spilling from my lips. He shifted my panties aside and thrust two fingers into me.
Sweat beaded on my skin. This was the strangest place I’d ever done something like this. I’d never imagined exploring in such a way. Doing it with Lucian made me realize how much I had missed. This was fucking amazing.
My chest heaved as pleasure built inside me. He stopped fingering me and turned me around on the vanity, forcing my legs and ass outward while my knees pressed against the sink. He took me from behind.
“Fuck!” I moaned, gripping the smooth ceramic to keep from collapsing.
He thrust in and out of me relentlessly. Through the mirror, I saw the satisfied, naughty expression on my face. Even though I knew I’d regret this later, I couldn’t stop myself from watching my reflection. He held my waist, controlling my arched back as he moved me to his rhythm.
The pressure inside me peaked. My body shook, my eyes rolling back as every rational thought shattered. I could tell he was close too. His thrusts grew faster, his grip tighter, shaking me aggressively. For the first time, I heard him moan as we came together. He spilled inside me, and I didn’t care—I could always take birth control afterward.
The last time we had sex, I’d already started using it, and I still had some at home.
A long breath escaped me. I finally felt human… alive. The bathroom was thick with the scent of sweat and sex.
Just as I began to steady myself, loud voices and movement echoed outside.
That was when it hit me.
I had just had sex in a bathroom.
I had literally been fucked in a public place.