[Dawn]
“Dawn?” he asks, his voice soft but sharp, cutting through the quiet. His forest-green eyes lock onto mine, and the heat in them is devastating. It’s like they’re burning through every layer of my defenses, leaving me bare. The air between us feels alive-crackling, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.
“Oh, I need the snacks… down… here.” My words stumble out, half a thought, because my brain is already foggy. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and deliberate.
I turn slowly, my hips swaying just enough to tease. As I bend over, I pop my ass out, the thin fabric of my dress stretching taut. It clings to every curve, leaving little to the imagination. My heart pounds as I hear it-a sharp, involuntary intake of breath from behind me. The sound shoots through me like lightning, a thrill settling deep in my core.
I come back up, the jar of pickles in my hand, but my cheeks are burning under his intense stare.
I move to slide past him, but it’s no use. Before I can even think, he grips my arm and pulls me back. The jar slips from my fingers as I collide with his chest. His arms wrap around me, firm and commanding, and I gasp at the solid heat of his body pressed against mine.
The scent of him-woodsy, warm, and undeniably male-overwhelms me. It’s intoxicating. My knees feel weak as he looks down at me, his green eyes darkening like a storm about to break.
“Dawn?” he says again, this time lower, rougher.
I manage a shaky, “Yeah?” My voice betrays me, breathy and full of anticipation.
His lips curl into a grin, wicked and knowing, and his eyes rake down my face, stopping at my lips. His thumb brushes against them, and I part them without thinking, the heat between us now unbearable.
“I’m gonna do this,” he whispers, and there’s no time to react.
His lips crash into mine, claiming me, and for a moment, I freeze. The world disappears, leaving only the raw power of his kiss. His hands are everywhere-on my back, my waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
Then I come alive.
I kiss him back, fierce and desperate, tangling my hands in his hair as he lifts me effortlessly. My legs wrap around him instinctively, and I’m lost in the way he holds me like I’m his and nothing else matters.
We break apart for just a second, gasping for air, but his lips are back on mine before I can speak. He presses me against the pantry wall, and I feel the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of my dress.
The pantry doors close with a quiet click, the slats letting in faint beams of light from the kitchen. The space feels smaller now, hotter, as if the air itself is charged with electricity.
He sets me on the counter, his hands sliding up my thighs as he pushes my dress higher. The fabric pools around my hips, and I shiver as the cool air kisses my bare skin.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear, and with one sharp tug, they’re gone. The sound of the fabric tearing sends a delicious jolt through me, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips.
I yank at his belt, fumbling in my urgency. My hands are shaking, but I finally free him, and my breath catches at the sight of his cock-thick, hard, and already glistening at the tip.
I wrap my hand around him, stroking him slowly at first, then faster. He groans, his hips jerking into my hand, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice rough and full of need.
His hand covers mine, stopping me, and I watch as he spits into his palm and strokes himself, slicking up his cock. The sight alone makes me clench with anticipation, and I feel a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs.
He teases me, dragging his cockhead against my slick entrance, and I let out a broken moan. My hips move on their own, desperate for more, but he holds me still.
“Patience,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear.
I bite his earlobe, a low growl escaping my throat. “Stop teasing me.”
His eyes meet mine, blazing with something feral, and he doesn’t make me wait any longer.
He thrusts into me in one smooth motion, filling me completely, and I cry out, clutching at his shoulders. The stretch is exquisite, the sensation so overwhelming I can barely breathe.
“Fuck, Dawn,” he groans, his head falling to my shoulder.
He starts to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust dragging against every nerve ending. I’m trembling, gripping him tighter, my nails raking down his back.
“Harder,” I gasp, my voice barely audible.
He growls something under his breath, his pace quickening. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the small space, obscene and utterly perfect.
His hand slides up my body, wrapping around my throat as his other arm holds me steady. He squeezes lightly, tilting my head back to kiss me, his control over me absolute.
“Dawn?”
The voice outside snaps us both back for a moment.
We freeze, his cock still buried deep inside me, pulsing with every beat of his heart.
“Dawn?”
It’s a woman-maybe one of the caterers. Or a kid’s mom. I don’t care.
Aldo’s hand clamps over my mouth, his lips brushing against my ear. “Stay quiet,” he whispers, his voice rough and commanding.
Through the slatted light, I see her standing near the snacks. She picks up a bag of chips, oblivious to what’s happening just feet away.
Aldo moves again, slow and deliberate, dragging out each thrust with torturous precision. I whimper against his hand, my body trembling with the effort to stay silent.
His finger trails to my lips, and I take it into my mouth, sucking gently. He lets out a quiet gasp, and I feel his cock flex inside me.
The woman leaves, the pantry falling silent again, but Aldo doesn’t stop.
“You’re fucking trouble,” he murmurs, his voice strained.
I lean into his ear, my breath hot against his skin. “Then punish me.”
His grip tightens, his pace becoming brutal, relentless. Every thrust sends a shockwave through me, and I’m drowning in him, consumed by the fire he’s ignited.
The door slams open suddenly, flooding the pantry with light-