Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 23: Mistakes Were Made

Ben joined our evening. We continued to drink and chat—he told us that he worked in the film industry and he was in town securing locations for a shoot. I chose to not tell him about my own connection to the film industry. Taylor stayed pretty tight lipped throughout the evening, appearing to be a sort of introspective drunk person. She laughed at our stories, and continued to sit very close to me.

I was half drunk and half coked up. Despite the nice time I was having with Ben and Taylor, I still peeked at my phone often, hoping Henry would respond to me. But he hadn't.

Taylor got up and asked me to dance with her after a few more cocktails. Ben jumped out of the booth and we followed him to the dance floor. I couldn't recognize the music, but I amazingly found the beat and managed to move to it. The three of us formed a little triangle and danced along with the rest of the room. 

Taylor moved to dance behind me, pressing her front to my back, grabbing my hips, grinding into me, and nuzzling her mouth against my neck. I smiled and threw my head back, grabbing her hands, and running them over my neck, breasts, stomach, and down to my warmth. I did all this while making eye contact with Ben.

I don't know why I did it.

In response, he grabbed my face and planted a kiss on my lips. I stilled, stunned at his action. And stunned that I kissed him back, accepting his tongue into my mouth greedily, while Taylor continued to roll her hands across my body.

The three of us were on the dance floor—all hands, lips, and tongues. Ben whispered into the kiss, "Let's get out of here."

I nodded and broke free of them both, retreating back to the booth quickly.

What the hell are you doing? You're engaged to the most beautiful man on Earth...

"But he left me," I whispered to myself as I hurried to the booth, stumbling slightly. I grabbed my phone from the table, hoping for a response from Henry. Nothing still.

We left the night club in a cab. All three of us were a mess—drunk, stumbling, slurring, and giggling. The back of the cab got heated when Ben grabbed me and started kissing me, while Taylor buried her face in my cleavage, pulling out my breasts to kiss and suckle them.

I'm sure the taxi driver was mortified. I didn't care, though. This was the first time in what felt like forever that I felt anything. I was wet, and aching to be loved.

I rolled my hands across Ben's chest. He was firm and strong. I moved my hands down to his pants, rubbing my hands on the front of his jeans, feeling his hardness.

That's impressive.

He moaned softly into my mouth, and bit my lip. I shuddered at the feeling—I grew wetter. Taylor tore Ben's mouth away from mine, and replaced it with her own. She kissed me deeply, while I continued to rub the front of Ben's pants. Her tongue explored my mouth, and she pushed her hands into my panties from beneath my dress.

I returned to kissing Ben, while Taylor pushed a finger into me. I moaned, and his mouth moved to my exposed nipple. 

I opened my eyes and focused on the window of the cab—it was completely fogged.

Don't do this.

I had no idea where we were headed. I was lost in the sensation of being desired. Every few minutes, sense would return to me, reminding me that I had Henry waiting for me...

My phone began to ring. I snapped back into reality and pulled out of their grasp, trying to cover my exposed breasts and pull my dress down while scrambling for my phone.