A Winter's Date

by Sasha Brümmer

  All I can do is watch him. I haven’t been able to look away. I couldn’t even say if we were being watched. I couldn’t say who was next to me, or if anyone was, for that matter. I’m locked in his intense stare.

  His movements are tenacious and purposeful when he lifts me from the seat to straddle his lap. Our eyes are locked on each other’s—unshakable. Despite my earlier attempt at being steadfast, I am now surrendering to the storm’s surge as he violently pulls me down to meet his lips with mine. He pushes his tongue between my lips, causing my body to spiral out of control. If it weren’t for his arms holding me in place, my body would go slack. This storm takes control, and there’s not a thing I can do to put a stop to it now, so instead, I decide to soak it all up.

  His grip on me tightens almost painfully, but I welcome it. He swallows my moans and shoves his tongue deeper, stroking every part of my mouth. I cling to him as my hips grind against him of their own accord; I can feel his full length against my panties, and I’m thrilled that I wore a dress tonight. I can feel every bit of his persistent storm.

  “Ballerina,” he breathes into my mouth, “don’t ever make me chase after your affection. My patience is an illusion, and I don’t have to prove that you’re mine—you should already know.”

  My breath catches, and I feel my panties become drenched. He’s oozing dominance, and I want more, so much more. “But I love it when you chase me.”

  “I won’t repeat myself.”

  I know I caused this storm, and I know I’m going to feel the wrath of Noah Ryan, but I can’t help but push him some more. I want to feel just how hard his rain hits my flesh.

  “I’m ready for your storm, Noah, but you need to prove that I’m not something you’re just going to play with.”

  His ice-cold gaze is crippling as he raises his brow. “Play with?”

  I watch his storm intensify with the revelation in his voice, and I know I’ve got him. But he surprises me when he stands up effortlessly. I’m not only following him into the dark—he’s taking me willingly. He moves quickly through the crowded room, and I can’t make out where he’s taking me as I trail behind him, until he pulls open a door labeled employees only. The room is dark and soulless. He shuts the door and turns the latch without hesitating. Before I can breathe in the cooler air, he has my back against the cold door.

  “Go ahead—underestimate me.”

  I look up into darkness, into the space between us. I can only hear his voice and the thudding of music against my back.

  He runs his hand up the outside of my thigh to the seam of my dress that is strained around my legs, which are parted around him. He doesn’t let it stop him—though I doubt anything would. He digs his fingers into the thin material and rips it, as our eyes remain locked together. The heat radiating from his body can only be described as combustion generated by a lightning strike. He takes control of my mouth with his before a whimper can escape my lips that he can’t swallow. He pushes his hand up between my body and the dress, the dress giving way to his heat, to his torture. He pulls back and looks down, and without a hint of indecision, he pulls the material clean across my stomach, ripping it open so he can see me.

  My body is trembling and I watch his fingers flex. “I know your body, Heather. I can tell when it needs me.”

  I can’t get my voice to work; I can’t tell him that he’s right. I grip the collar of his white and grey pinstriped button down and pull his lips to mine.

  My Greek god’s hands move feverishly over my body to get what’s left of this dress off and onto the floor. My panties become his next victim as he tugs at the material with one hand, causing it to shred in his wake. I know I’m next. He doesn’t speak a word but his eyes say it all: I’ve pushed him too far. I’m beyond excited by what he’ll do to me.

  He’s leaning his weight against me, ensuring that I can’t go anywhere. “Spread wide for me, sweetheart.”

  “I . . .”

  Nope.

  Nothing.

  His hands are moving all over me—grabbing my breasts and squeezing my ass. “Fuck, I love this tight little ass,” he praises me, and continues his assault. The ferocity of his hands on my body is such that I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m bruised tomorrow morning.

  His lips find mine as I suck in a deep breath of air, and he kisses me like he’s chasing after that breath, as if it’s the only and last breath he will ever take as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. His hands go from holding my chin in place to being tangled in my hair, making sure I look up at him when he breaks his lips from mine, which are already tender and raw. He bites at my top lip and moves his hand to my sex, feeling my arousal. He pushes his middle finger deep inside of me, watching as I coat his finger with my need. My mouth drops open when he pushes against my spot, and that’s all the warm-up I get before he takes that gorgeous monster out of his jeans.

  I swear I can see his veins pulsing in the dark; I need this. Now.

  His mouth is on mine again before moving down and nipping at every part of my skin that he can. I can’t control my breathing: it’s sporadic and out of control. He’s doing this on purpose, making me suffer, even though I know it’s killing him to have me spread in front of him, begging and ready for him to push in and stretch me out the way he likes to.

  He places his head at my entrance while grabbing a handful of my hair and wrapping it around his wrist, oh God. He hasn’t even been inside of me yet and my body is flooded with endorphins. I decide to try and fight him, to take what I want, but he’s too stinking strong for me. He pushes against me to stop me, causing his cock to pound into me. I cry out in pain and pleasure. I’m slammed against the door, overcome by his cock.

  Noah grunts loudly and pulls out of me the second I take his entire length. He’s broken me to a point where I can’t speak. He moves again before I can finish my thought or miss his thick veins sliding against me as he pulls out. Suddenly he sets me down on my feet and turns me toward the door. I have my hands braced up against the door with my ass in the air for him. He pushes my legs apart with his knee and places his warm hands on the side of my rib cage as he sinks his heavy monster into me again, and this time he doesn’t stop; he’s pounding my wet sex so hard that I’m being jolted against the door. I have to push back against him for this to work. He suddenly lets go of my body and moves his hands up to my neck. He splays his fingers over my jaw and neck, tilting my head back slightly and starts fucking me.

  He has me up against the door with his hands around my throat fucking the life out of me . . . fucking me raw.

  “Do you fucking like my cock?”

  I’m still so tight that I’m mixing pain and pleasure at this point. The only thing I can concentrate on is his cock sliding feverishly in and out of me while his heavy balls slap against me repeatedly. I cry out when he moves a hand up my cheek and slips a finger into my mouth, taking full control of me. I try and suck on his finger to intensify what he’s feeling, but my own screams stop me the second I try to. Just as I’m getting accustomed to this position and assault on my body, he moves a hand down to my stomach and pulls my body back against his chest.

  “I told you not to tease me, Heather.” He breathes heavily against my neck as he slides a hand to my breast and squeezes hard. I feel his cock twitch inside me in that moment. I’m immobile; the only movements are my heaving breasts.

  He pushes up and drives in and out of me in a fast rocking motion that makes me lose my breath completely.

  “Tell me why you need to come.”

  I gasp for breath, my fingers gripping his arms that are wrapped around me for leverage.

  “Tell me why I should let you come,” he slams up into me harder. “You feel how hard my fucking cock is, Heather? You did that.”

  “Noah . . .” is all I can muster as he holds me at the edge of my climax, holding me hostage and not letting me fall.

  “No.”

  His teeth sink into my neck and my legs go weak. I can’t hold myself up
for another second as he pushes back up into me, deciding to let me fall now that he has complete control over my body. I scream out as my body is struck with waves of a storm-like orgasm.

  I’m quivering, milking him, trying to grasp at his cock with my walls, but he slips free from my grasp. I hear his deep voice in my ear when his body stills. “Mmm, big mistake, sweetheart. I didn’t hear my name just now.”

  “No, please,” I beg of him.

  I don’t know if I can take much more, but he ignores my cries and pushes his heavy cock back into me, the head drumming my utmost sensitive spot repeatedly, and I lose myself in yet another explosive orgasm before the first one fully wears off.

  “No-ahhh,” I manage this time, and it will have to do because I go limp as electrifying pulses run up my nerves and into places in my body that I was unaware could feel the effects of an orgasm.

  He growls and bruises my hips with his fingers. “No, baby, that doesn’t satisfy me.” Suddenly without warning, we collide against the door. His heavy body traps me against the hard wood and he punishes my body with his cock. He’s never been so rough before but I love it. I did this.

  “Fuck me, I’m taking this ass,” he says as he slams into me repeatedly.

  “What?” I croak out as he starts again, and I honestly don’t know how he hasn’t come undone yet, or has he?

  I can hear him smirking as he runs his middle finger over our combined sexes and then up between my cheeks where he wets my opening, readying me for his new adventure—one that I’m not ready for, not in the slightest.

  He coos against my neck and bites down. “This cock is going to love taking this tight ass. I’m going to fuck it so hard.” He fingers my opening harder. “Don’t fight me; your little ass wants this.”

  “I can’t . . .” I try and force my body to move, but I’m sated and numb.

  With his finger there and his cock buried inside of me he moves his other hand to my clit and starts rubbing as his cock starts to move inside of me again. I’m so slick I can hardly feel his veins rubbing against my raw walls, and I want it. I want to feel them pulse inside of me when he comes.

  “Then give me what I want.” He slams forward and at the same time his finger slides into my ass, causing me to cry out his name, giving him what he wants.

  He groans loudly and fucks me until I’m about to break and then the door handle turns. I look up over my shoulder at him expectantly.

  “Come. Now,” he demands.

  I let all control go and collapse, my moans swallowed by the door against my cheek and his growl that fills the small room. I don’t even pretend to say his name; I can’t even muster a syllable. My walls quiver and it feels like my entire body has given up because I can’t even feel him inside me.

  He stops moving and kisses my damp neck before nipping at me. I think he comes. We’re still for a few more minutes before he slowly pulls his cock out of me, and I feel our orgasms run down my inner thigh.

  “Don’t let go, please . . . I won’t be able to stand.”

  I can feel his smirk against my neck as his hand slides between my thighs. He’s not only coating his finger with our mixed orgasms but three fingers are easily plunged inside of me. I can’t even find a breath to comment on the amount of come before all three of his fingers are inside my mouth, stealing the breath from me . . . feeding me.

  “My girl enjoys a mouthful every once in a while.”

  I lick and suck his fingers clean before he removes them from my mouth. He turns me around in his arms and kisses me slowly, and when he breaks our kiss he’s putting his cock away and zipping up his jeans. I blankly look around for my dress and frown when I see it lying in two separate pieces on the floor. “Noah?”

  He follows my gaze and I see him raise his eyebrow. The smile that forms on his face is strictly arrogant alpha male.

  “I might need some help with this one. Let me get you cleaned up and I’ll get Dillen or Lana in here, whoever is more sober.”

  I stare at him with my mouth agape. “What do you mean ‘get them in here’? I’m completely naked. My panties are shredded, and my dress looks like you had a fight with it!”

  “You’re sure as hell not leaving this closet naked. I’m sure Lana can help somehow.”

  He’s looking around the room, and I feel our orgasms leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs and onto the floor. I’m not even entertaining the thought of Lana or Dill seeing me like this. “No. No way, Noah.”

  “Don’t push me, Heather. We’ve already had this conversation.”

  He pulls his phone out of his pocket and types something out before he looks up at the rack of cleaning supplies. I watch in horror as he reaches up to the top shelf with ease and pulls down a box of Swiffer refills, pulling out the fluffy apparatus, meant for dusting. He turns to me and fans the thing in front of me.

  “Spread those legs, sweetheart. We don’t want you a mess when you’re about to have company.”

  My mouth just hangs open.

  “There is not a chance in hell you are putting that on me. I could be allergic and then you won’t be touching me for weeks.”

  He cocks his head to the side and stares me down. “Don’t give me that shit, Heather. I’ve seen you use these at both your place and mine. Spread em’. Now.”

  I cup my hands over my eyes because I can’t watch. He has never cleaned me up before, let alone with something fluffy. I’m going to die of embarrassment.

  I hear him chuckle and bend down in front of me. I feel the soft cloth caress my skin and I’m suddenly relaxed. He’s being sweet and gentle, and this is less embarrassing and more intimate than I thought. I peek through my fingers and watch him work gently but quickly.

  Once he’s done he tosses it in the available trashcan, along with my dress before checking his phone again just as there is a knock at the door. “Noah? It’s Lana.”

  I exhale in frustration and possibly whimper as I hold my arms over my body. I look at Noah before he reaches for the door and let him know just how mad I am. “How. Fucking. Embarrassing.”

  “My fucking you is embarrassing? Heather, get your damn priorities straight. The lights are off,” he states, and I think I’ve pissed him off.

  He moves in front of me, unlocks the door, and pulls it open just enough for her to slip in through the crack. When he shuts it, the music that blared through is once again muted.

  “Why the heck are you two in here?”

  “Lana, I’m so sorry,” I say from behind Noah.

  I clutch at the back of his shirt and lay my forehead against him in shame. I hear her giggle before Noah speaks. He sounds just as cocky as he did moments ago. “I had to take care of business,” he adds before nodding to the trashcan. “My hands got carried away, and Heather’s dress paid the price.”

  “Is there anything in here she can wear? I didn’t bring a sweater or a shawl, and I don’t think Dillen did either.” She stops talking for a second and claps her hands. “Noah, do you have an undershirt on?”

  “Yeah, but she’ll be flashing her ass to everyone if she even bends over in it,” he states before reaching behind himself to touch me.

  “Will you just trust me?” she insists and holds her hand out. “Take your button-down off.”

  I feel his broad shoulders move and I can hear the rustle of clothing being maneuvered. Lana tries to fill the awkward silence. “So . . . you guys looking for the mop n’ glow or something?”

  Noah chuckles and must have held up his shirt to her. “No, she was asking for it.”

  “Hand it to Heather,” she directs him. “Heather? I’m going to need you to put his shirt on, but just simply wrap it around yourself with the collar around your chest.”

  Noah slips it into my hands and I shiver when I feel the warmth encompass me. I do what Lana says, and I finally feel comfortable again with just this little bit of clothing on.

  “Button it up and then I’ll help you with the rest.”

  I do as I’m
told and button his shirt up my front. It’s long enough to cover everything it needs to cover, but I look ridiculous with the arms hanging at my side. It’s obvious I’m just wearing a man’s shirt . . . at least it smells like my Greek god.

  “Can we turn on the light now?” she asks, and I feel Noah move away from me.

  “Yes, I’m covered up.”

  Lana walks up to me, and smiles sweetly. “Lift your arms up.”

  I do as I’m told and she wraps the arms of the button down around to my back and then brings them both forward again, tying them in a bow off to the side before inspecting her work.

  “I think it’s perfect.”

  I look down at myself and smile. It actually looks like I’m wearing a super cute grey and white pinstriped dress. “Holy crap, Lana,” I squeak out.

  “Well, I’ll be damned,” Noah says, leaning against the wall like an arrogant, sexy underwear model.

  “Thank you so much; we owe you one, big time.”

  “Oh hush, you don’t owe me a thing. Now come take some shots with me, please?”

  “God, yes!” I take a step in the direction of the door and wince. Oh holy shit. Ouch. My eyes fly to where Noah is standing and watching.

  He winks at me, and steps forward to hold the door open. “I’m still pissed,” he whispers to me as we walk out and back into the crowd.

  Oh yeah? I think to myself as we reach the VIP booth. Well, you’re about to be furious, Ryan.

  I ignore his hand at my back and scoot to the end.

  He raises his eyebrow at me, taken by surprise when I move away to sit next to Lana. He takes a seat next to Dillen and Joel, and I can feel the heat from his storm envelop me when he looks up at me from across the table.

  I avoid his gaze—no, his stare—and look back at Lana. “Thank you for coming to my rescue. I’m sorry you had to see that. You’re a lifesaver.”

  “You don’t have to keep thanking me. What are friends for, right?”

  Coen leans over to me then. “Were the two of you fighting? Noah looks pissed the hell off. I don’t think he should drink, Heather. We both know how that ends.”