Lingering Touches..

~~Indiego~~

“Slade…” The words were barely out of my lips before my back hit the wall with a silent thud and his lips were on my neckㅡ nibbling gently at the skin while his hands roamed my waist. Not moving any higher. Not moving any lower.

I made my decision. I wanted this. I followed him into his room and here I was, pressed up against the cold hard wall while he pressed against me, his hard frame a sharp contrast to my much smaller one.

I was mildly aware of the sound of footsteps passing the room as guests still lingered around since the reception wasn't over. I was supposed to be out there too.

“Fuck…” Slade cursed, pushing himself in between my legs, the fabric of his jeans creating a sinful friction as he rubbed himself against my aching core. “Feel that?” He breathed out, his lips ghosting over my neck.

I took a sharp intake of breath while I felt the tent in his pants rub against my clothed pussy. Fuck. Fuckㅡ

“Please…” I moaned, tipping my head back as my fingers reached up to thread in his hair, my hips bucking to meet his for any form for friction.

He growled against my neck, the sound low and reverberating against my skin. “Please what?” His breath was hot against the nape of my neck as he trailed hot open-mouthed kisses along the plane of my neck, kissing the underside of my jaw but never once actually kissing my lips.

I throbbed with need, my body writhing in pleasure as his hand reached under my now loose dress, brushing the underside of my breast with a ghost of a touch. His touch felt like a brand, my skin burning under the pad of his fingers.

“I need you” I didn't know when the words left my lips until it echoed in my head, bouncing off the walls of my consciousness. “Please…” I whispered.

Slade pulled away, his hair askew and his lips parted, his chest heaving. “Princess… you don't have to plead…” His voice was rough as he stared at me for a second before his lips found the sensitive skin around my throat, his fingers brushing against the band of my bra.

I exhaled shakily, my lips parted in silent ecstasy as his lips sucked gently on my skin while his hand under my gown fiddled with the clasp of my bra for a second before I felt the bra loosen and fall off my shoulders.

“Wait…” I breathed out, reaching for the zipper of my dress so I could be rid of the itchy fabric.

His hand caught mine, his gaze darkening. “Slow down, princess” A pause. Thenㅡ “You sure?”

Tension lingered in the air between usㅡ heavy and pressing. But also, desire and something else I couldn't name right now.

“Yes”

A slow grin curled his lips and he dipped his head down, his tongue darting out to lick a long stripe of skin between my exposed boobs. A shaky moan escaped me and I pressed harder against the wall. “Fuck…”

“I'm right here” He nibbled at my neck, his hands pushing off the straps of my gown off my shoulders so that my upper body was now almost bare to him, the bra barely covering anything.

Instinctively, I snapped out of my daze and reached up to cross my arms over my chest, my breath heavy. “Iㅡ” My words failed me, the words I needed to say stuck in my throat.

How do I explain that I had never done this before and this was new ground? God, that would be so embarrassing.

Thankfully, he didn't push, he just leaned back, his eyes glinting in the dim light of his room. Unable to meet his gaze, I looked away at the posters of the race cars that riddled the walls of his room. I had several expectations of what his room would look likeㅡ heavy metal posters. Scantily clad women in bikinis just because he seemed like the type. But it was way different than I expected. Just…cars.

“You okay?” He tipped my chin up with his hand. “You don't have to hide from me, Indigo… You know all you have to do is say a word before I'm on my knees for you…”

His words were like a soothing balm to my soul, enticing and letting me know that it was okay. Slowly, I let my hands fall away, feeling cool air brush against my skin that wasn't covered by the lacy bra I had worn.

His breath caught for a second as he kept his gaze locked on mine before dipping his head down to my boobs, his fingers slipping under the lace bra to brush against my hardened nipple.

I didn't recognize the sound that rippled out of meㅡ half a breath, half a moan. “Oh god…” His tongue flicked over my nipple, eliciting the most sinful reaction my body has ever thought of making in all my years of being alive.

Oh god… what was he doing to me? Nothing else mattered at that moment. Not Braxton. Not Bianca. Not the thought of regretting this. All I thought about was him going way further.

Suddenly, he stopped and I felt his warmth leave me as he pulled back. “Indigo?” He sounded breathless but there was an undertone of concern in his words.

My eyes shot open, my heart pounding in my chest as I jolted back to my senses. “What happened?” I stuttered, feeling the words crawl up my throat.

Tentatively, he reached out a thumb and wiped away something wet from my face. “You're…crying…” he sounded worried, panic flashing in his eyes for a moment.

My eyes widened. I was?. “Iㅡ” I struggled to look for something but say but nothing came to mind.

His hands were now tucked in his pockets and his expression flickered with guilt. “I think… I crossed a line… I should go check on what's happening outside. You can stay in here for as long as you want to just relax or anything” A small smile curled his lips but it was devoid of the usual amusement. “I'll get goingㅡ” He took another step back and walked out before I could even say a word.

My chest was still heaving as I cursed in my mind, hitting my head back against the wall severally.

Fucking hell.

Stupid. Stupid.

First of all, I was stupid.

Secondly, what the hell had I just done?