A Collection of Short Stories

Stolen Throne: Chapter 4

a/n: this is where they hook up fr. again, minor details changed. u can skip it if u want. new stuff is at the end.

I grab his hand and lead him through the crowd, away from all the people. We get to an empty hallway and he pulls me back against him, crashing his lips onto mine. I smile and walk backwards until he pushes me against the wall. He presses his body against mine, allowing me to feel every inch of him. A moment later, I'm forcing myself to pull away and grab his hand, leading him to a door that I hope leads to some sort of room. Preferably one with a lock.

I open the door and take in the fancy bathroom before practically yank him inside and closing and locking it. I turn and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him. He begins to slowly hike up my dress, making me smile. He slips his hand into my underwear and runs his finger through the slick folds. I moan into his mouth as he begins to circle my clit. One of his hands go to my cheek and then slide to the back of my head where my mask is tied. I feel him go to undo it and quickly grab his hand, shaking my head. He looks at me, suddenly serious. "Why can't I see you?"

He takes his hand out of my panties before backing me up against the sink. "Would you take yours off?" I counter.

He puts his hands on the edge of the sink behind me, leaning closer. "Mm-mm," He mumbles as he moves down to kiss my neck.

"Then keep it on and stop complaining," I breathe. His jaw clenches before his hands go under my dress and pull my underwear down. His lips are back on mine as I start to undo his belt. I get it unbuckled and am about to start on his pants but he grabs my hands and turns me around. We make eye contact in the mirror and he lowers his head so that his lips are by my ear.

"Not so fast, my love." He pulls the dress up. "I want to take my time with you."

He then sinks a finger into me, making my mouth open with a gasp. He watches me as I grip onto the sink, my eyes closing, as he moves his finger. I urge my knees not to give out when he adds a second one.

"Oh dear gods," I breathe. His other arm wraps around my waist, holding me against him. He moves his fingers smoothly and effortlessly, driving me insane.

"It's not going to take long is it?" He teases when he feels me tighten around him.

I purse my lips. "Mm-mm."

His fingers curl and I grip the sink tighter as I moan. He kisses my neck and I tilt my head, giving him more room. He moves them faster and I squirm against him. He tightens his hold on me, keeping me still. The palm of his hand keeps brushing my clit. I feel my orgasm in my lower stomach building so quickly. I moan out when he slides his other hand down my stomach and starts circling my clit.

"Oh yes," I moan.

"Look at me," He says, his voice rings with authority.

I open my eyes, as much as they'll go, and he meets my stare in the mirror. He curls his fingers at just the right angle and I explode. I whip my head back onto his shoulder as I come on his hands. He wraps an arm around me, keeping me against him. An intense heat fills my body and I grip his arm to keep myself grounded.

"Good girl." He smiles as he keeps pumping his fingers.

My breaths are sharp as he watches me lose my mind. When I start coming down, he turns me around and kisses me.

"My love?" He mumbles.

"Hm?"

"Why is there a knife strapped to your thigh?" He asks before sliding his hands under my thighs and lifting me onto the sink.

I smile against his lips. "For emergencies."

It's vague but it's all I can tell him without lying.

"Oh?" He teases as his hands leave me to unbutton his pants. He pulls himself out, keeping his pants on. He pulls away and grips my jaw to watch as he begins to push into me. My mouth opens and my eyebrows pinch together.