by CR Robertson
Megan wouldn’t have time to get her bag and follow me since her office was on the other side of the building. The cool air hitting my face stung for a few seconds before it revitalised me. I hailed the first black cab that came up the street. I jumped into it and headed to Covent Garden to escape for an hour. The street performers always made me smile, and there were people bustling about to lose myself amongst.
Several shops later, I found myself in a lingerie store, admiring the lace and silk creations.
“Special occasion?” The assistant appeared from nowhere to stand beside me, smiling. “It’s beautiful.”
The bodysuit was bright red silk with lace bra cups and panty section in it. The built-in garter belt was embellished with tiny bows. I’d never owned anything so frivolous in all my life. “He’s been away for a week on business,” I replied without thinking.
“Then I think you both deserve a little treat for your reunion.”
Our conversation didn’t feel awkward or stilted. The assistant thought I was talking about my lover being away, and technically, she was right. Zee had been away and was returning to be with me tonight. Could I be with him one more time and walk away with only the memories?
My fingers trailed over the silk and my decision was made.
One more night, one more orgasmic experience, then I walked away from The Midnight Rooms forever. It would never be the same without him. Zee talked to me and listened to me. The other men were only there to climb on and off a willing body.
I picked out stockings to accompany my outfit, leaving the shop with my mood upbeat. To avoid Megan, I bought myself an ice-cream and people-watched for a while, detaching myself from my decision for tonight. Now that it had been made, I wouldn’t dwell on it and allow myself to debate it.
Finally, the adult emerged, and I returned to work, closing my office door, which generally meant that I was in meetings and was not to be disturbed. To stop my mind from wandering, I threw myself into paperwork, finishing most of my work for the remainder of the week.
When it was near four o’clock, I escaped home before Megan could try and grab me at the end of work for a chat. I knew I was being petty, but I didn’t need any distractions before tonight.
One last time.
My stomach churned and there was an ache in my chest, but this was my decision, and I would stick by it. The woman who stared back at me from my full-length mirror didn’t look like me. She was a creature clad in silk and lace, my make-up darkened my eyes, and I wore deep red lipstick.
I ran trembling hands over my bodysuit and took a deep breath. Zee might not even be there; he could be a liar and at home with his wife. Yet, deep in my heart, I knew we’d both been honest with each other. Over my failed relationships I’d learnt what meaningless sex was and what we’d shared didn’t fall into that category.
There weren’t that many women in the elaborate changing area when I arrived around eight, so I was able to undress without any small talk. The elevator crept slowly to the basement, my heart beating rapidly and my mouth dry.
Maybe Megan was right, maybe I should just go back up and return home. Instead, I found myself walking down the corridor on shaky legs, my fingers tracing along the wall to stabilise me.
The communal area contained people whispering and giggling. My courage fled me, and panic rose in my chest. What if another man touched me, wanted to have sex with me?
I couldn’t do this…
Just as I spun to retrace my steps back to the elevator, strong hands gripped my waist.
“Parma violets,” Zee said huskily in my ear. “You always smell of them, like a beacon tempting me.”
I gasped as his teeth sunk into my shoulder and he dragged me against his hard body. His hands slowly moved from my hips, over my stomach, and up to my breasts.
“Fuck me, beautiful, are you trying to drive me insane?”
A stupid smile bloomed on my lips. I’d picked this outfit specifically for him. “No, but I thought we deserved a treat.”
He moved so fast, I thought I was going to fall forward. My hands, breasts, and cheeks pressed against the wall, Zee caging me in.
“You have no idea how much I want you. Every night I went to bed thinking about you.” His lips devoured the sensitive flesh on my neck and shoulder. “What colour?” he rasped.
“Red.”
“Fuck!”
This sensation in my stomach and chest was the reason I didn’t want to give my number to another man. His erection dug into my ass and I arched my back to rub him. I wanted him right now, needed him to claim me in so many ways that I couldn’t think straight. There was no room for thoughts, and nothing made sense anymore, except his skin sliding against mine.
“Zee,” I whimpered. “I need you.”
I heard the tell-tale crinkle of a condom wrapper behind me, before he widened my legs and pulled my scrap of lace to the side. My mouth opened wide in a silent scream as he thrust into me without preparation or warning, drawing my hips back to meet his.
Normally, I would have protested, but instinctively, I knew we both needed this.
Zee’s forehead pressed against my shoulder, his hands tight on my waist. “You make me want what I shouldn’t have, Cas. For the first time, I want to turn on the lights and take you without a condom between us.”
My fingers flexed on the wall as I tried to grip it. My head rested back on his shoulder. “I want that too, even though I know I shouldn’t. I promised myself this was my last night here,” I admitted in a low voice.
Zee growled, his chest vibrating against my back. “We’ll talk about this later,” he promised, his hips drawing back to slam into mine again.
We were enveloped in darkness, but I closed my eyes and threw myself into the storm with Zee. His cock pulsed deep in my core, my legs barely holding me up as he pounded into me.
“Please…” I had no idea what I was begging for. The only thing I was sure of was that Zee was the only one who could give it to me.
He dragged his thick, long cock from my core and spun me until I faced him. My eyes flashed open when his lips descended on mine. People didn’t kiss down here… My hand trailed into his hair and my eyes fluttered closed again as my mouth opened under his demand.
His tongue stroked along mine and I knew this was what had been missing. As much as I loved the feel of his cock lodged deep in my core, this was an intimacy that had been missing. Zee pinned me against the wall, his lips and tongue weapons of mass seduction as he captured me under his spell.
His hands curved under my ass until he lifted me, his hard cock sliding between my legs to seek my warmth. My hand snaked between us to grasp him and guide him in.
We stood wrapped around each other, his tongue and cock plunging deep into me until I could barely breathe. Zee didn’t take me, he consumed me, burning away my defences to leave me vulnerable.
Zee began to walk away from the communal area, his lips trailing down my throat as I gulped in air. My legs tightened to keep him lodged in me. If this was my last night here, I wouldn’t waste a single moment of it.
“Where are we going?” I asked breathlessly.
“I want to be the only one who hears you scream when you come. Your every reaction belongs only to me, Cas. I told you that if you decided to meet me that I would own you.”
The possession in his tone sent a shiver rippling down my spine.
Zee laid me on a soft bed. His hand roamed over me in exploration. “You have no idea how much I want to see the red silk taut over your full breasts.” To prove his point, his tongue traced over the edge of the lace.
He thrust into me without warning, my back arching at the invasion, the heel of one of my ridiculous black patent shoes digging into his ass.
“Fuck, yeah,” he gasped.
All I could do was hang on and embrace the storm of sensations cascading through me. His thumb found my clit, his hand pressing down on my pelvic bone. It made the pressure build deep in my stomach. Every n
erve and muscle sent waves of energy deep into my womb.
He lowered himself until his stomach muscles were sliding on the silk covering my skin. His hands held my wrists above my head as my legs gripped him like a boa constrictor hanging onto its next meal. Zee’s lips found mine again and I was lost.
My flesh was on fire, every thrust stoking the flames that kindled in my stomach. His tongue stole every word I wanted to say, captured every moan and whimper that his body coaxed from mine.
Even when he fell out of rhythm and his cock thickened in me, our lips never separated. He pitched his hips up to hit that spot that made my legs quiver and back arch. I screamed into his mouth as a blinding orgasm exploded from my core, radiating outward in waves of pleasure.
His forehead pressed into mine as he finished in powerful, deep thrusts that shoved me up the bed.
This wasn’t what I expected when I arrived here tonight. I was going to have an orgasm and walk away. Zee had just branded himself onto my soul with his lips. He’d done what I never expected him to do and destroyed all the careful layers of protection I’d erected around myself.
I lay gasping, my thighs twitching from the strength of the pulses still radiating from my core. I was fucked and I didn’t just mean in the sexual sense. The man lying on top of me had just stolen something precious from me, and I didn’t know what.
***
Chapter Fifteen
Xavier
I lay panting, my body coated in sweat and my heart pounding. What the fuck had just happened? After days of denying myself while Ash and Jordan shagged everything they could find with a pulse, I’d planned on fucking Cas long and hard. What was never supposed to happen was my lips finding hers.
My lips throbbed from the deep, penetrating kisses we’d shared. I stopped kissing about ten years ago because it was too personal. It sounded strange, considering I had my dick inside her, but kissing was emotional not physical.
When Cas said this was her last night here, something fractured inside me.
Pushing my weight onto my arms, I stared down at her, wishing I could see what was in her eyes. I’d been real with her, sharing things that I normally kept inside.
“Hey.” I trailed my fingers down the side of her face and found moisture. “You’re crying. Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She sniffed and turned her head toward the pillow. “I’m not good at this and I’ve had the day from hell.”
Not wanting to leave her heat, I rolled onto my back and rested against the headboard, her legs on either side of me.
“Tell me about it.” Normally, I didn’t give a flying fuck about other people’s bad days, but for this woman I’d make an exception.
I heard her intake of air and her fingers pressed into me as she tried to move away. I grabbed her wrists. “Talk to me…”
The vibrations from her shaking her head ricocheted all the way down her body until they echoed along my cock. “I shouldn’t be here.” Her words were nothing more than a whisper.
My life was spent avoiding drama and commitment to anything apart from business. This was the moment I should let her go and walk away to find another willing body to lose myself in.
“I went to visit my uncle this week when I was away. He demanded great nieces and nephews. Surely your week hasn’t been as bad as family demanding you have children?” I asked.
“No…” Her intake of breath was audible. “My best friend is the only family I have, and we had a row about me coming here tonight.”
“She disapproves of The Midnight Rooms?”
Cas squirmed on top of me, shaking her head. I flipped her onto her back and slowly pulled out of her, disposing of the condom in the bin beside the bed. She needed to relax, because whatever had happened with her friend had spooked her. My lips started a path from her neck, over her shoulder, across the bulge of her breast above her lingerie, to between her breasts. My tongue flicked and tasted the salt from her perspiration.
“So, what’s her problem?” I asked, widening her legs to settle between them.
The sheets moved as she gripped either side of her and my hands traced over the satiny soft skin of her thighs. “Um, she said I wasn’t allowed to meet someone down here. That I would get too attached.”
I leaned over her until our noses and foreheads were touching. “She’s right. The darkness strips away your inhibitions. I’ve told you things down here I would never voice in the light.”
Her eyelashes fluttered and her body stiffened. She might want to escape but there was no way she was going anywhere tonight.
“I can’t remember the last time I wanted to kiss a woman.” My lips grazed hers with a featherlike caress. “To fill the void of my mother’s death, my father adopted a playboy lifestyle. My stepmoms liked the challenge of trying to seduce the son. The last time I kissed someone was when one of his girlfriends crept into my bed and I woke up with her hand on my cock and her tongue down my throat.”
“Oh no!” Cas’ hands gripped my waist. “That’s horrible. Did you report her to the police?”
“Dad got rid of her, but she was replaced a few months later. We all visit The Midnight Rooms for different reasons. Some come here to hide, others to pretend to be something different, and a few, just to feel a connection.” My fingers spanned her ribcage, sliding over the delicate silk. “Does it matter if we found something down here that we both enjoy?”
“I don’t know anymore,” she whispered.
“Down here, it’s just you and me. No one and nothing else matters.” I pressed soft kisses on her lips sporadically until her hands ran over my back to around my neck. “Tell me something that no one else in the world knows but you.”
Her arms tightened to pull me closer to her. “When I was ten, my parents and sister Kimberley were killed in a car crash. I was the sole survivor. Every day, I blame myself for their deaths… I’d been being a brat that day and refused to help Mum in the kitchen. Kimberley should have survived instead of me. Everyone loved her because she was full of life and love. I lay in that car for hours screaming their names and hoping someone would answer me.”
There was nothing to say to that, so I held her until she stopped shaking.
“My father was away on business when Mum passed away. She’d been ill for a while on constant treatment and on the waiting list for a donor heart. I used to curl up beside her to sleep when Dad was away on business, listening to her breathing. All I could do was hold her that night, too scared to run and get help. They found her cold body still clutched to me the next morning when the nurses came to get her out of bed. I’ve never forgiven Dad for not being there.”
Cas wrapped her arms and legs around me, clasping me to her body as she gave me comfort. I’d never even told Ash and Jordan what happened the night Mum died. They knew she died in her sleep, but nothing more. What were the chances of meeting a woman who’d been touched by death at an early age like me?
As God makes them, he matches them… Mum used to say when she heard someone was getting married. Uncle Lucas tended to use the same sayings she did, and it was one of the many reasons I visited him.
“Life finds a way to break you,” Cas whispered against my ear. “All you can do is keep breathing.”
My head rested on her shoulder. “When I was away, all I thought about was tonight. I can’t explain it, but every day I counted down the hours to when I would be with you again.”
“I promised myself this would be the last time, Zee. If I keep coming here to be with you, I’ll end up having a relationship that is only real in the dark. Neither of us can survive that, because ultimately, one of us will want more than the other can give.”
She was right, and it fucking hurt like a knife cutting through my heart. Why couldn’t she be one of the women that Dad or Uncle Lucas kept throwing in my direction?
“One last night then,” I confirmed.
“Some woman is going to be very lucky to find you one day in the daylight.” Cas cupped my face. “Bu
t tonight, you belong to me. Fuck me, Zee, make a thousand memories to keep me warm when they’re all I have.”
My lips crashed into hers, my tongue sliding along the seam of her mouth to seek entry. She opened herself to me, giving me everything that I didn’t deserve but would take anyway. I kissed a trail down her body until I reached the scrap of lace that covered her mound. Slowly I dragged her panties down her legs, kissing the exposed skin above her stockings until she was revealed to me.
If this was her last night here, then it was mine also. Something about this woman had crawled under my skin until she was buried there. My tongue flicked her clit until her hips arched as she silently begged me for more.
Over the years I’d lost count of the number of women I’d had sex with, but the connection I found in the dark with Cas was unique. She spoke to me as if she’d known me my entire life, and there had been times while I was away that I saw something I wanted to share with her. It was crazy and defied explanation, but that didn’t change the feelings inside me.
Her body went rigid before that breathy scream told me that she’d hit her climax. I crawled over her. “Tell me what you want tonight.”
Silence enveloped us, her hands sliding up my chest. “Would you think me crazy if I asked you to make love to me? I don’t think anyone ever has before.”
From an early age, I entered the BDSM scene. It gave me the control I needed in my life without the emotional attachment. Looking back, I don’t think I’d ever ‘made love’ to anyone before. There were times when I was slow and sensual, times when I fucked them hard and fast, but to make love to someone required something that had been missing.
“It’s fine,” Cas muttered. “Let’s just enjoy tonight.”
“Cas, it’s not that I don’t want to. I don’t know how.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows until her lips were against mine. “Neither do I, but maybe we could find out together.”
