thong and then pressing to my back so I arch, my center meeting his waiting mouth. I let out a small cry as he sucks on my clit, my wet heat being devoured by him making my knees nearly weak.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he groans and I grip the wall or try to as I feel his massive length press right against my center. I let out a soundless scream as he slides in, his hand wrapping around my throat while the other begins to strum my clit like a fucking instrument. My eyes roll back slightly as he begins to slam into me at a deep, reckless pace. I can feel his anger, frustration, jealousy, possessiveness, and lust as he takes it all out on me. I cry out his name as he growls, biting down and sucking on my neck, going balls deep each and every time. I want to say it’s too much but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a moan. Lots of fucking moans, actually.
“Fuck Sloane,” he snarls. “Baby, I’m fucking crazy about you. I need you to tell me that you aren’t going to leave.” I barely catch what he’s saying but when I do, I moan as he quickens his pace and I meet his eyes, turning slightly as he slams a kiss to my lips. Why the fuck would I ever leave this man?
“Tell me,” he demands softly, his cock fully sheathed inside me as my body trembles at how full I am. “Tell me that when all of this is over you won’t leave me. You won’t leave us.”
Shit. I kiss him deeply and then breathe out, “I won’t leave, Royce. Of course, I won’t leave—holy shit!” Apparently, I said the right fucking thing because I begin to get fucked into the wall. No literally, into the motherfucking wall. I gasp as my climax draws closer and his thrusts become shorter and harder.
Then I explode on his cock. He growls my name and I cry out his, my eyes fluttering shut as I feel him fill me completely, his cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. My knees tremble as both of our breathing goes ragged, his arms like bands of steel holding me up. I barely hear his sweet words as he pulls up my panties and fixes my dress. I swallow, trying to understand why he was so worried about me leaving, I turn to ask him but his lips seal to mine automatically.
“I’m crazy about you Sloane,” he mumbles, his eyes filling with a warm, liquid heat.
“Royce.” My breath catches on what I want to say. What I know to be true. I should just tell him how I feel …
A throat being cleared has both of us snapping our heads to the side and I blush finding Blaine there looking a bit more sober with a goofy grin on his face. Instead of moving, I relax into Royce and Blaine walks closer, dropping a kiss to my lips.
“I’m ready for bed,” I mutter as Royce easily lifts me as Blaine hums some kind of tune under his breath, taking us toward a large empty hallway of elevators. I couldn’t tell you exactly when I fell asleep but it was sometime between entering the elevator and the third floor.
I’m so exhausted I almost forgot about Riv’s bed smelling like perfume. Almost.
Royce
My heart is still pumping a million miles an hour from screwing Sloane up against the hallway wall and unlike her, I’m wide awake. Although I’m glad she’s sleeping, she needs it. And it stops me from taking her again. Because I’m still fucking turned on and frustrated as hell, her pussy being about the only thing that seems to moderately calm me down. I swallow, looking down at her beautiful face. I almost told her.
I was a moment away from telling her that I love her.
I can’t even be annoyed with Blaine for interrupting us or getting drunk. The guy is slumped against the elevator wall watching Sloane and looking depressed as hell. I know that this entire situation really tears him up and his mom being such a bitch doesn’t help in the least. I don’t trust her at all and I don’t think it even needs to be said that I don’t trust the asshole causing all of these problems.
“I need to apologize to her for getting drunk,” Blaine mutters.
“I don’t think she was mad at you,” I offer.
“Still.”