I ride his fingers, arching my back, cleavage angled towards his face. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I say, ignoring his wishes. “Plunge that big, hard cock deep inside my wet cunt.” He increases his pumps, responding to the way I’m moving against his hand. “Mmm. How about that? You like that, huh?”
A low, not-quite-displeased rumbling sound emanates from his throat. “You could say anything, and it would turn me on. You can call me whatever the fuck you want.” He pushes his fingers further inside me, his voice deep and somewhat bitter when he says, “You have adaddykink?”
Grinding against his hand, chasing the high of my orgasm that’s shimmering just out of reach, I confess, “For you, yes.”
He hums an appreciative sound, and I’m so wet that when he slides his fingers out, they slip over my clit, faster and faster. I’m almost ashamed of how quickly he’s brought me so close, but not enough to hold it back. I want this orgasm. I want it with every fibre of my being. I want it to sweep me away. To ruin me. To destroy every part of me as I gift it to him. He’s earned it.
I grip his hair, tugging him towards me. “I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m going to come,” I gasp into his mouth. “I want to say your name this time. I want to call it out.”
“Scream it like the dirty whore you are,” he rumbles in my ear.
His words burn through me. “I want you inside me.”
I fumble at his trousers, undoing the button and pushing his trousers and boxers down his hips to release his dick. I moan as I grab his length, so fucking hard, and urge it towards my entrance. He hauls my panties down my legs, and I kick them aside.
“Fuck,” he mutters as he hooks my thigh up over his hip and guides the tip of his cock through my wet lips, sliding it back and forth, teasing us both.
“Oh, myGod,” I cry, as the motion reignites the sparks of my imminent orgasm.
“I thought it was my name you wanted to call out,” he growls.
“Yes, yes,” I reply, rubbing myself, slick and wet, against his dick.
His breathing stutters. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come. And that better not count as my one fucking time.”
“It won’t. It won’t. Inside me, please,” I pant.
He takes a condom from his pocket and tears it open with his teeth. I tease it from him, rolling it over his length, and he watches as I push it right to the base. “There you go, Mr Bastion,” I say on a low breath.
He freezes. I can’t breathe.
He never told me his last name. How the fuck would I know his last name?
He raises his eyes to mine, both of us peering at each other through the masks. He must know. He must know it’s me.
But, standing here with his sheathed dick in my hand, I can’t do anything about it, so I stay in character.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I whisper.
His eyes flicker with a terrifying darkness, and, holding eye contact, he shoves me back against the wall and sinks into me.
I gasp as my pussy stretches around him, remembering how big he is, and what it’s like to take him. “Oh,oh.”
He. Is. Inside. Me.
Cradling the back of my head so it doesn’t hit the wall, he thrusts, hitting my clit each time, tipping my orgasm over the edge.
“Rafe, oh, shit, Rafe,” I call as I wrap my arms around him, hoisting myself up while he pistons back and forth. I come onhis cock, clinging to him, pleasure whirling through me, stars bursting in my vision. “Rafe, Rafe, Rafe.”
The freedom to say his name in this scenario is as much of a turn on as he is, pressed up against me this way. I’ve waited too long for it, agonised over whether it would ever happen again.
He cups a hand over my mouth, stifling me. I moan against it.
“I don’t want the whole of fucking London to know I’m here,” he says.
I laugh against his palm. The music thumps around us, the corridor cloaked in darkness, the figures passing by are nothing more than shadows seeking their own pleasure, and for a few moments, it’s just me and him. Delicious and forbidden, and wrong in a way that’s never felt so right.
His rhythm slips, and he jerks, his thrusts growing wild as he comes. Tipping his head back, exposing his prominent Adam’s apple and the dark stubble over his throat, he rasps a desperate,“Fuuuuck,” and falls against me, his chest heaving. “I’m going to hell for this.”