Chapter Fourteen

Jordan

As soon as I shut the bathroom door, I let out a sigh of relief and leaned against it. I wasn’t used to this kind of atmosphere. It was so pretentious and the people all seemed so condescending. I’d caught more than a few of them looking down their noses at me.

“Jesus, it’s crazy out there,” I said. “I don’t know how you deal with this kind of shit.”

Now that it was just the two of us all alone in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but notice the way her gown hugged her hips. I admired the way it curved along the length of her body and showcased every perfect inch of it. Just looking at her was starting to ignite a fire within me and despite my best efforts to stave it off, I felt my cock already stiffening.

Chastity leaned against the sink, slipping her heels off and rubbing her feet, a pained expression on her face.

“God, I hate these things,” she muttered. “I always forget how many busybodies there are in the world until I attend something like this. This is the thing I hate most about this industry.”

The bathroom was large, larger than most single bathrooms I’d been in. It was, of course, very elegantly decorated and had an air about it that just screamed wealth – which was a strange thing to say about a bathroom, but it was true.

The distance between Chastity and me was too much for my liking. I flipped the lock on the door and walked toward her, my shoes echoing hollowly off the floor. She stood up straighter, standing out against the pale white marble walls of the bathroom like a statue on display at a museum. Her blue eyes vivid and bright, sparkled under the lighting in the bathroom. I drank in the way her gown hugged her curves, accentuating her body – a body that was just begging to be touched. Begging to have my cock inside of her.

Or, maybe that was just me projecting. My cock strained against my pants and my desire for her grew exponentially with every passing moment. I needed to have her. Needed to feel my dick sheathed completely within her velvety folds.

“Did you know the press was going to be here?” I asked her.

I stood before her, my large frame looming over her much smaller, more delicate one. Her breath was warm against my face once she turned her head to look up at me.

“I didn’t really think about it,” she muttered, “though it makes sense. It’s a pretty big event with some big names attending. Patrick sent me over the guest list a few days ago, but I was so busy that I only glanced at it and –”

I cocked an eyebrow at the mention of Patrick, remembering the way he looked at her. The way he touched her. It was almost possessively. Like he had some claim or sense of ownership over her. And the way he looked at me – like I was somehow beneath him – well, I didn’t care for it in the least.

“What?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips. “What’s that look on your face for?”

“What look?” I asked.

“That one. When I mentioned Patrick’s name, you – Ha! There it is again,” she said, slapping me playfully in the chest with her handbag. “You’re jealous of him, aren’t you?”

“Should I be?” I asked. “He seemed pretty hands on with you. A little too comfortable, in my view. Is it wrong I don’t like another man touching my date? Even if that other man is scrawny and –”

She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine before I could finish that sentence. Her breath was warm and minty as my tongue slipped into her mouth. Feeling the intensity of the kiss growing, I grabbed hold of her face and pulled her to me. A soft whimper escaped her throat as I kissed her with everything I had, proving to her that she was mine. Proving that no man would ever make her feel the way I did. Especially, a scrawny, prissy little man like Patrick.

When I pulled away, her lipstick was smudged across her lips, but she was smiling wide.

“It’s so cute to see you jealous,” she purred, yanking at my tie as she stared deeply into my eyes. “It’s adorable, actually.”

“Cute, huh? I’ll show you cute,” I said.

Like she weighed nothing, I lifted her up, making her squeal and giggle. Chastity’s eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth with her hand to drown out the laughter. I turned around and pressed her into the wall, pressing my body hard to hers as my cock grew harder by the second. My erection pressed firmly into her belly as I kissed her, drowning out the sound of her giggles with my mouth. Slowly, I moved down to her neck, gently sucking on her soft flesh as she groaned, her hands gripping the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, her body arching toward me.

Chastity wrapped her legs around my waist as I pulled her up higher, her dress and my pants getting in the way of us fucking. But Chastity was already working around that, fumbling with my belt before sliding it off and letting it fall to the ground. It hit the tiles beneath our feet with a sharp clatter and a clank that made us both look toward the door. A moment later, our eyes met and we stifled a shared laugh.

I continued kissing her neck, sliding the tip of my tongue along her smooth flesh, nibbling every so often. She gasped and moaned, our bodies still pressed together, my cock growing even harder as she fought with my zipper. Finally, the need to be inside her growing unbearable, I held her up with one hand and unzipped my pants with the other.

With some adjusting, my pants fell to the ground, exposing my cock to the cool air of the bathroom. I pressed myself forward, feeling the silky fabric of her dress sliding along my shaft. Chastity grabbed at the bottom of her dress and yanked upward hard enough I feared she might tear it. But, she apparently knew the quality of her own garments and managed to avoid ripping the fabric.

She slid her dress up around her waist, exposing a pink, freshly shaved pussy that was unencumbered by any panties. I smiled as I looked at her juices glistening in the light. She was already so fucking wet and I couldn’t wait to bury my hard rod inside.

“You’re a dirty girl,” I growled.

As I looked at her pussy glistening and saw the salacious little smile on her face, it hit me that she’d been without panties all night and hadn’t given me so much as a clue. She had apparently, already determined that we were going to fuck and that panties were just an extraneous item. Smart, practical thinking, which was one of the things I loved about her.

“What can I say? I came prepared for anything,” she said.

To me, that was just further proof that she wanted to be mine, and mine alone. That she belonged to me and wanted it no other way.

Chastity reached down into her bra and pulled out a condom. She’d meant it when she said she’d come prepared, and I almost fell in love with her right then and there. I took the condom, quickly tearing open the package and slipped it over my dick, rolling it down the shaft.

As I slipped the rubber on, I thought about having her. And damn, what I wouldn’t give to feel all of her, the warm skin of her pussy wrapped around me without the rubber barrier between us. What I wouldn’t give to feel her, skin-to-skin, my bare cock in her pussy.

But she was right to be safe. Better safe than sorry.

Sheathed inside the condom, Chastity took my dick in her hand and positioned it up against her opening. My body ached, needing to be inside of her, and I felt like I was losing control myself. With a powerful motion of my hips, I thrust into her hard, spreading her open and slamming myself inside of her. Our bodies united, and I relished the way we fit together. Chastity latched her arms around my neck, her talons digging into my flesh as she groaned, making me suck in a breath with the sharp pain of it.

Being inside of her was all that mattered though. I reveled in the sensations of having my dick so deep inside of her. The way her muscles seemed to latch onto me, to pull me even deeper into the soft folds of her tight, wet little twat, was simply heavenly. Even through the condom, I could feel her warmth enveloping my cock and my desire for her grew even more.

There was nothing in this world that could beat a woman wanting you inside of her, her pussy begging to be filled. Chastity wrapped her body around mine as I fucked her up against the wall, my pants down around my ankles and her dress pushed up around her waist.

“Oh God,” she cried out, a bit too loudly, as she shuddered, her body slipping down the marble wall of the bathroom.

I slid my hands under her ass and squeezed it as I hoisted her up against the wall, continuing to pump my hips, pounding my hard rod into her again and again. The sound of flesh meeting flesh mixed with our soft cries echoed around the bathroom, creating a sound like some erotic symphony that drove me crazy. I fucked her harder. Faster. Deeper. Loving every second of being balls deep in that tight little cunt, but loving the sounds she was making and the way her body moved in rhythm with mine even more.

I kept driving my cock into her, but I knew this position wasn’t sustainable. Not with the slippery marble wall and tile floor. I knew that Chastity would just keep sliding down the wall the more we got into it. Which meant that if I wanted to keep her from falling onto her ass, we’d need to find a better way to keep fucking and not have to stop.

I stopped, and Chastity reached out for me, the look of raw need and desire in her eyes plain as day.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged. “Please keep fucking me, baby.”

“Just changing positions,” I said with a wink.

I looked around the bathroom and my eyes fell on the long, wide marble countertop with a smile.

“Bend over the counter,” I demanded. “I want to see that sexy little ass in the air.”

I released my hold on her tight little ass, helping her down until she gently landed on her feet, her dress falling back down to cover her legs. She looked at me with a devilish grin as she walked over to the counter. Chastity watched me in the mirror as she pulled her dress up and up, until it exposed her round, perfect ass. When she had her dress gathered around her waist, she languidly bent over the sink and watched me in the mirror, a look of absolute hunger in her eyes.

The look on her face, that salacious grin – it was all too much for me. My cock pulsed, growing harder as I looked into her eyes, knowing she wanted me.

She wanted my cock inside of her. More than that, she fucking needed it. I could see it in her face. In that moment, she needed my dick as much as she needed air to breathe.

I stepped up behind her, roughly kneading the soft flesh of her ass before positioning myself between her legs. I grabbed my dick and rubbed it against her, teasing her. Chastity’s eyes fluttered and she let out a soft groan as I rubbed the head of my rod against a pussy that was dripping for me. I savored the wetness and warmth of her tight little opening, imagining once again what it would be like to be inside of her skin-to-skin. What it would feel like to fuck her without wearing a rubber.

Chastity’s head fell forward and she groaned, her ass wiggling backward. She pressed herself against me, trying to guide my cock into her.

“Please,” she begged under her breath. “Stop teasing me and fuck me already, Jordan. Give me that fucking cock, baby. I fucking need it.”

I grabbed onto her hips and positioned her in front of me. My own hunger and desire grew as I watched her watching me in the mirror. Without another word, I shoved my thick cock deep inside the folds of her flesh. Chastity cried out as I slammed myself into her, spreading her wide open.

I couldn’t stop staring at her reflection in the mirror – her beautiful face contorted with an expression that conveyed utter and pure bliss. She threw her head back as I started pumping my cock into her tight little hole, her eyes rolling back and her mouth falling open in a perfect “O”. She caught me staring and our eyes met again as I pumped harder, my balls smacking against her flesh.

Having her watching in the mirror as I fucked her from behind had to be the sexiest part of it all. The look on her face was rapturous and the desire in her eyes unmistakable. She wanted this.

She wanted to be mine.