Hendrix (Caldwell Brothers)

I raise her dress slowly, giving her ample time to tell me no. Then, I reach up and pull down her panties. “Step out, babe.”

Without hesitation, she does, and then I shove her panties in my suit jacket pocket. There is no way we will find them in this damn closet when we finish—it’s too damn dark.

My need only increases as I take in a deep breath through my nose, smelling her desire. I grab her leg and throw it over my shoulder before doing a face dive into the sexiest smelling pussy I have ever encountered.

I have to grab her ass to hold her up when she collapses as I tongue fuck her. I am so fucking hungry for her taste that I keep licking and sucking at her swollen lips through the aftershocks of her orgasm. The sounds escaping her mouth are like a siren calling to me. As her body slumps over me in satisfaction, her hands trembling as they hold onto my shoulders, she coos.

She is fucking cooing.

I force myself to stop and stand. Her arms wrap around my neck as I undo my pants and pull a condom out of my pocket.

“You gonna let me finish here?”

“Yes, yes, please,” she says, her voice husky with desire.

I rip the condom open with my teeth then pull away enough to roll it down my cock before I lift her up.

“Wrap them around me,” I instruct.

Her pussy is so wet, and thank fuck for that because she is so fucking tight I nearly come on the spot.

“Can’t go slow,” I groan.

“Then don’t.”

“Can’t go easy,” I say as I push into her heat again.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers.

As I slam into her, she cries out. Again and again, I pump into her. Her pussy squeezes me as she comes again, loud and hard, her nails digging into my back through the material of my suit. God, I wish we were naked. The bite of pain I would surely be feeling as she claws me would only add to the feeling of her tight heat as I pound into her.

I groan as my cock swells, and I thrust into her one last time, spilling my seed.

“Oh, my God.” Someone laughs as the door opens behind us.

I pull out, and she jumps down, kneeing me right in the nuts in her scurry. I double over, groaning in pain now, as she bends down, putting her shoes back on. She snaps up, and her head hits my nose.

“Son-of-a-bitch,” I say, grabbing my nose with the hand that isn’t holding my aching balls.

“Sorry. I am so sorry.” She walks toward the light shining through the crack in the door that some fuck head didn’t shut after barging in on us.

“Where you going?”

“Thank you. I had a good—umm … thank you.”

“You’re welcome?” I question, unsure what the hell I am supposed to say. I don’t know what the fuck is happening here. Never have I had a chick make a running escape out the door like this before.

My balls are still throbbing as I straighten my pants. Running a hand over my now very tight feeling suit, I step out into the hall, still trying to sort out what just happened. I am met by a smirking Latina.

I nod. “Where’s she at?”

“She had a great time, says maybe she’ll see you around.”

I laugh. “Is that so?”

“It is,” she says, standing taller.

I stand with my hands on my hips, wondering what the hell to do next. “Tell her, come grab me when she wants to … dance.” With that, I walk out to the ballroom.

Chapter Four

My goodness, what is that smell? I think to myself as I try to lift my overly heavy eyelids while my nose stings with the assault of something burning. My head throbs, my body aches, and I am not quite sure where I am as my eyes struggle to open and face the blaring lights around me.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I hear Tabby shriek from another room.

I pat the space around me, realizing I am on a couch. I blink, my eyes tearing up in the light. Closing one eye, I try to give my mind a reprieve as I look around me.

Tabby’s apartment. I am on her couch.

Taking a glance at my body, I see I am still wearing the black dress from last night.

Last night…

What did I do? We went to the charity masquerade ball. We had a few drinks to help me relax. Tabby said I needed to let loose for just once. We danced.

Oh. My. God.

I was dancing with the man, the one from the bar. We kissed—okay, we mauled each other. Slowly, the memories invade my pounding head.

The closet.

The janitor’s closet. What the hell have I done? What was his name? Coggsworth? Codwell?

Sitting up, I rest my elbows on my knees and cradle my head in my heads as I rack my hungover brain to remember his name. I have never done anything like this before in my life. I can’t believe I let him do things to me … those kinds of things … in a closet at a fundraiser. Alcohol is a true inhibitor. I didn’t even think to react. I didn’t even think to stop him.