“I really am sorry about what happened when I was in Lubbock,” Penn said over the music.
“Honestly, it was for the better. Bad timing, but it got it all out there.”
“I felt so bad about it, so I got him wasted.”
I laughed unabashedly. There was something about Penn. He gave off diverging vibes. I could tell that he was a good guy, but then sometimes, I’d see his eyes slide to mine or a smile touch his lips, and I’d take it all back. I’d met guys like him in college. The ones who could charm your pants off with a glance. He was a wild card.
“It’s really fine.” I put my hands over my head and circled my hips to the beat. “Are you and Katherine…”
He raised his eyebrows. “Together?”
“Yeah. You seem compatible. Like…really easy around each other.”
“We’ve been friends since we were children,” he said and left it at that.
“Ah, like David and Holli.”
Penn frowned. “Oh, yeah, that was a tragedy.”
“It sounds like it.”
I dragged him a little deeper into the crowd. I could feel people watching him. He was that attractive. When Annie had first seen him, I’d thought she was going to faint.
“Well, are you dating anyone?”
“You interested?” he joked with a wink.
“My best friend thought you were hot,” I offered.
He laughed. “Currently unattached.”
“She’ll be glad to know that. Are you coming back to Lubbock for Jensen’s wedding next weekend?”
“I’ll be there. Are you going to play matchmaker?”
“Oh God, no,” I told him on a chuckle. “You couldn’t handle her.”
That devious smile returned. “Try me.”
For a split second, I could see that maybe even Annie would be out of her league with a guy like this.
David appeared then at my shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?”
I snapped my attention away from Penn and up into David’s smiling face, thankful in that moment that I’d snagged the one nice guy from the Upper East Side. “Please do.”
Katherine’s arm slithered around Penn’s waist and up the front of his suit. “Hello, lover.”
David drew me into him until our hips touched as we swayed to the music.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I missed you.”
“Didn’t fall prey to Penn in the meantime?”
I shook my head. “Was thinking of how lucky I was that I got you actually.”
“That is not the normal reaction to Penn Kensington.”
“Well, I see that your sister is enamored with him.”
“Always has been, but it’s one-sided.”
But, when David spun me around and pressed himself up against my ass, I let all thoughts about Penn and Katherine flutter out of my mind. His hands were on my body. His lips against the shell of my ear. Our hips moving in a rhythm I was well aware of.
We refilled my champagne glass endlessly while we danced to the pulsing of the music and soaked in the aura that encompassed New York City. I knew that I was going from tipsy to drunk to wasted when my movements became slow, and I felt like I was about to fall over at any minute, but I was having the time of my life. Penn and Katherine had disappeared deeper into the crowd. David and I had to press firmly against each other, as there was hardly any room to move.
I was hot, my heart was racing, and suddenly, I was horny as fuck.
Champagne seemed to be an aphrodisiac. Or maybe it was from being so uninhibited here with David. No responsibilities. No expectations. No rules. Just me and him.
And I really fucking liked it. I knew I’d have to go home tomorrow and settle back into the life I’d created for myself in Lubbock. But I wanted to live this night to its fullest.
My hands snaked to the back of David’s neck, and I pulled his lips down to mine. Our tongues moved against one another, touching and teasing. I wanted all of him in that moment. My core was pulsing to the tempo. My fingers skimmed the front of his pants. He groaned into my mouth.
“Maybe we should head back to the hotel,” he urged.
“Or maybe something closer,” I reasoned.
“What do you have in mind?”
I took his hand, and he followed me out of the crowd. My brain told me that I should have more care, but I threw caution to the wind. For the first time in months and months, I actually felt exhilarated…even rebellious.
I located the one empty restroom that I’d seen when we first entered the club. David looked like he was going to protest, but I stumbled inside, and he hastily followed me, locking the door behind us.
“Sutton,” he said as if he couldn’t believe we were here right now. But, at the same time, he wasn’t stopping.
I was just fucking glad that it was an individual restroom.
I reached for his waistband, unzipped his pants, and pushed them off his hips. His eyes were wide as I thrust my hand into his boxers and grasped his cock.
“We should probably—”
I cut off whatever he was about to say by sticking my tongue down his throat.
“Fuck,” he murmured as I stroked him up and down.
I pushed him back against the door, rearranged my dress, and then sank to my knees right there on the restroom floor. I tugged his boxers lower, causing his cock to jut out toward me. I glanced up at him once, waiting to see if there was an ounce of protest. But none came.
Then, I licked him from the bottom of his shaft all the way up to the head. When I dragged the flat of my tongue across the tip, he shuddered at my touch. Pre-cum glistened in the slit, and I lapped the salty taste into my mouth.
His hand fisted into my hair. “Oh fuck.”
I wrapped my mouth around the head, and then he slowly guided me all the way down. I took a breath as I moved back out. Then, I took him in fully again. My throat swallowed back the urge to gag, but I wasn’t letting a bit of him go.
With my lips wrapped around him, I started to move back and forth. Slow at first and then a little faster as I worked up a momentum. I was still pretty drunk, so having him steady me was actually better. I worked him up until his shaft was practically throbbing with the need to orgasm.
“Sutton,” he said, tapping my head, “I want to finish in you.”
But I didn’t dare move. I wanted this. I wanted him to finish in my mouth. When he realized that I wasn’t about to get up to let him fuck me, both his hands moved to my head. He seemed unable to hold back control any longer. He held my head in place and then properly fucked into the back of my throat. It only took a few measured thrusts before I felt hot cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat.
He groaned as he finished, emptying himself entirely. I waited until he was finished and then swallowed, slowly dragging my mouth back. My jaw ached a little, but his eyes gleamed with heady desire and satisfaction.
I stood back up and carefully wiped my mouth just as someone banged on the door. David seemed to wake up at the reminder of where we were and what we’d just done.
He righted his clothing and then came after me. “My turn?”
“I don’t think we have time.”
“How close are you?” he demanded.
Then, his hand was under my dress. I wasn’t wearing underwear, and his fingers stroked into my wetness. He firmly held me in place and started to circle my clit. The feverish banging from the patrons waiting for an empty restroom only hurried our passion.
“God, I want to fuck you right now,” David said against my ear. “To feel you clenching around my cock as I thrust into you. To draw out that orgasm so completely that you’d be seeing stars for days.”
His words opened something inside me; abruptly, my orgasm rocked through me, and I went straight over the edge.
I was still panting as I quickly straightened out my dress. A line had formed when we opened the restroom door and sheepishly left. One dude gave David a high five. I laughed. I couldn’t even be bothered to be embarrassed. Maybe with less alcohol in a different place on a different night. But not tonight.
“I’m so glad we did this,” David told me.
I arched an eyebrow. “Almost had sex in the restroom?”
“Came to New York. I feel reinvigorated. I feel like this was what our relationship needed. Like we’re on the same page again.”
“It really opened my eyes. I was so blinded by the Van Pelt name and feeling betrayed that I couldn’t see past that. I’m just happy you opened yourself up to me. I know your life now as well as you know mine.”
“You’re exactly what I never knew I always wanted.”
Then, he kissed me, and the world felt so right.