There he was. My eyes locked with his as I stood on the landing.
It was like a dream. He ascended the grand staircase, his hand caressing the balustrade. I bit my lower lip, wishing it was running up my thigh.
He finally reaches me. His skin touched mine, rough chapped hands ran along my forearm, my legs began tingling. Small shockwaves shot through my insides as his lips brushed my neck. That sun kissed skin, those rough hands, that jawline. A small pull of my hair and his scratchy face began tickling my chest.
The party downstairs continued on, but I only heard my heart beating in my head.
"Do you know what you do to me?" He growled against my neck.
All I could do was sigh my response. A gargled attempt anyway.
"Do you want me to fuck you in front of all these people?" He caressed my ear.
My eyes grew wide. I knew he'd do it. He had no fear. He wanted these people to know I wasn't to be touched and that he was to be feared.
Talk about toxic.
"I'm taking your lack of response as agreement," he grunted as he twirled me to face the people below. My hands gripped the railing as I felt his body press against me blocking me in.
He kicked my legs apart, slightly bending me as he did. I felt his warm hand at the back of my thigh, running up between the split of my pencil skirt. He stopped just below my exposed pussy and I moaned my disliking.
"Luisa, what happened to easy access?" He said, as he knelt. I felt the fabric being gripped and all I heard was the ripping.
I gasped, the fabric falling away, my ass and pussy now cold from the sudden exposure. I shivered, my eyes closing as I felt him stand again.
He groaned against the back of my hair as he pressed closer to me, "Good girl."
My pussy was dripping, I could feel the sleek juices running down my leg as I locked eyes with one of the partiers. His lips curled into a smirk as he watched us.