Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 491

Blaze stood in a corner near the bar, a drink in one hand, deep in conversation with a man I did not recognize. He was even more beautiful than I remembered, if that was possible. And when his eyes found mine across the room, he smiled, slow and knowing, showing a set of perfect white teeth.

My stomach dropped and my skin went hot at the same moment. I looked away quickly, heart pounding, and reached into my bag. I threw another pill into my mouth, swallowed it dry, then downed a full glass of something sweet and strong.

"Are you okay?" Cara shouted over the music, leaning close. "You are blushing."

I laughed and waved a hand. "Girls like me do not blush."

But I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and something far lower, a wet, insistent ache between my thighs that had been there since the moment our eyes met.

My phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and realized I had received a message from Blaze.

"You look ravishing tonight. Meet me in the restroom. I cannot wait to bury my cock in that sweet pussy of yours."

I looked up in time to see Blaze set down his drink and head toward the back of the club without looking back. He knew I would follow.

The pill hit me then, warm and bright, and every ounce of caution melted away with it. I told Cara I needed the restroom and would be back in no time, then slipped through the crowd, watching over my shoulder, making sure no one was paying attention to me. I had just reached the ladies' restroom when a strong hand caught my wrist and pulled me into a private lounge, and then Blaze's body was against mine and his mouth was on my neck.

"You took your time," he murmured against my skin.

"You like that?" he growled, one hand coming around my waist, fingers finding my clit. "You like being fucked like a slut against a wall?"

"Yes," I sobbed. "Yes, I love it, I love your cock, please do not stop."

He spanked me, hard, and I cried out, my pussy clenching around him. He laughed, low and dark, and drove into me even harder while his fingers worked my clit, and the pressure built inside me until I thought I would explode. When I came, I came so hard I squirted, liquid gushing down my thighs and splashing against the tile, my whole body shaking with it.

"Holy fuck," Blaze groaned, and the raw shock in his voice sent me over the edge again.

He pulled out just long enough to spin me around, then lifted me, legs wrapping around his waist, back against the wall, and sank into me again, deep and slow, letting me feel every inch of him. I clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, forehead against his, and we moved like that, slow and deep, until his hips stuttered and he pulled out of me and came on my thigh, with a groan that vibrated through my bones.