Chapter 7 : A Little Taste

*Grace*

As I attempted to compose myself, I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes glistening with tipsy excitement. The champagne had left my senses heightened and my cheeks flushed, but the way David's piercing blue eyes watched me before I entered the bathroom had made me weak on the knees.

As I stood there, the door behind me creaked open. My heart skipped a beat as I saw David's reflection in the mirror, his eyes darkened not only by the dim light in the bathroom, but also with unmistakable lust as he stared at me.

"David?" I questioned, turning around to look at him, my voice barely above a whisper even though I was trying really hard not to show how much he was affecting me. "What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer, but his intense gaze never left mine, as if he were undressing me with his eyes alone. I felt a shiver run down my spine and my mouth instantly goin dry as I watched him lock the door behind him and slowly walk towards me, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor.

I steadied myself against the cool marble sink, my fingers gripping it tightly to support myself, my breath hitching as David's stare bore into my body. The taste of champagne still lingered on my tongue, but despite the dizzying effects of the alcohol, I was completely aware of the situation unfolding before me.

And even though I shouldn't be having those kinds of thoughts, at that moment, I found myself more than willing to accept whatever he was planning on doing with me.

"David," I repeated in a warning tone, my voice trembling ever so slightly as I debated with my conscience to just run out of there and away from him before it was too late. "This is the ladies' bathroom. You shouldn't be here."

"I couldn't help myself, Grace." David's voice was low and husky, making me wet just by hearing him my name coming out of his mouth. "Seeing you in that red dress," he scanned my body up and down before returning to my face, "makes me desire you with such ferocity that I can hardly contain myself."

A mix of anticipation and excitement surged through me, my heart pounding hard against my ribcage. The intensity of his admission left me breathless, and I couldn't deny the fire that was simmering between us, making me feel hot and itchy, desperate to take off this clingy dress from my body and allow him to shower me with attention.

My mind raced with a million reasons why I shouldn't be indulging him, but right now I didn't seem to care about them. Whatever they were, it didn't seem to matter much at that point.

I just wanted him as much as he clearly wanted me.

Simple as that.

As I observed David standing there, inches away from me, analyzing me like an animal about to pounce on its prey, I felt like I could do anything. I felt powerful, desired.

With a renewed determination, I decided to see where David wanted to get from here.

"Is that so?" I teased, provoking him to continue whatever this little game of his was.

He hummed, his voice reverberating through the confined room, his eyes never leaving my face as he took another step closer. The air around me seemed to crackle with electricity, the heat of our bodies mingling as the space between us closed.

I swallowed hard, feeling his presence steal my breath away. A part of me knew that giving in to this temptation would complicate everything, but another part couldn't resist any longer.

"What do you want, huh?" I asked, my voice barely audible as he took another step in my direction. "You know we shouldn't..." I trailed off, trying to reason with myself and form a coherent sentence, but finding it nearly impossible as David stared at my lips as if he wanted to devour me.

He interrupted me by gently reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. His touch sent a jolt of desire through me, my resolve wavering dangerously. "I know we shouldn't, but I can't help myself," he retorted with a seductive and hoarse voice.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared into his eyes, the raw passion there making it impossible for me to turn away from him. For a moment, the world beyond the bathroom walls ceased to exist, and all that mattered for me was him.

And what he was about to do with me.

"David," I warned in a whisper, feeling the heat in my core rise as he leaned closer. Our lips were just a hair's breadth apart, his musky scent filling my nostrils as I leaned against the cool countertop, trying to steady myself.

It was hard to ignore his presence, his scent, his lips… Everything about this man was driving me wildly insane.

"Tell me, Grace," he said, his voice teasing as his fingertips played with my chin. "What exactly is it that you want?"

I hesitated for a moment. His blue eyes searched for mine as if trying to gauge my reaction and I gulped. Slowly, he inched closer to me, his body radiating an intoxicating warmth that almost melted completely. His finger found my lower lip, and the teasing caress almost elicited a moan from my throat.

"I can guess what you want from the way your body reacts to mine, but I want you to say it," he pressed, and as I looked at him, I slowly licked his finger still on my lip, checking his reaction.

His eyes darkened and he bit his lip as if trying to control himself.

"I want you," I admitted in a husky whisper, leaning forward and pressing my breasts against this hard, chiseled chest. I felt my nipples getting hard with just this small contact, and I had to close my eyes to compose myself. "I want you to make me feel good. I want you to show me what it is that you're capable of and can't seem to think I can handle." My heart raced at my bold confession, the heat pooling between my legs.

I felt his fingers suddenly brushing against my thigh, and I involuntarily clenched my legs together, anticipating what he was about to do.

"I don't know if you're ready for that, Grace," he warned with a wicked smirk, his fingers moving painfully slow up my legs.

"I guess we can only know when we try it," I challenged in a murmur.

Unable to resist any longer, my hand instinctively reached for his neck, pulling him toward me. I closed the gap between us, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. It felt as if a current ran through every nerve in my body, amplifying each sensation. Our tongues tangled together, exploring and tasting, leaving me craving more.

He deepened the kiss, and I couldn't help but notice the growing bulge pressing against my stomach, evidence of his own arousal. My inner thoughts screamed at me to stop, but the desire coursing through my veins drowned out everything else.

David moaned into the kiss, his hands instinctively finding their way to my hips, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the strength of his desire matching my own, and I gasped at the feeling of his cock hard against me.

"We can't… Not here," I mumbled, breaking our kiss momentarily to catch my breath. "What if someone walks in? What about Sarah?"

But his lips were on mine again, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that astonished me. I knew I should stop him, but it was impossible to resist his touch. His hands were roaming over my body, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't control.

As he pinned me to the sink, I could feel his arousal growing, pressing against me with an almost painful intensity. My mind was clouded with desire, and I found myself moaning into his mouth, unable to form coherent thoughts.

Finally, I pushed him away, gasping for air. "We can't do this," I insisted, more forcefully this time.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice raspy.

Good question.

Why couldn't we?

My brain was stopping to function and I struggled to think of something smart to say.

"Because... because we're not supposed to," I stammered weakly, trying to remind myself of the millions of reasons I had listed in my mind before this moment.

"Who's to say what's right or wrong, Grace?" David countered, his eyes still dark with lust, his hands still gripping my hips tightly. "We're two consenting adults. We can do whatever we want."

His fingers suddenly found their way up my stomach and when he squeezed one of my breasts over the thin fabric of my dress, I forgot about everything else, especially why we shouldn’t be doing this.

David started to trace circles around my nipples with his fingers as he kissed his way down my neck, sucking at the sensitive skin lightly. My head fell back as I moaned, the pleasure building inside me with each touch.

I reached down and boldly took his cock in my hand from over his pants, stroking him as I kissed him deeply, his body pressed hard against mine. We moved in sync, our bodies entwined as we gave in to our primal desires.

It was all wrong, but it just felt so right. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of us and the pleasure we were providing each other.

When his fingers reached the hem of my dress, my breath hitched in my throat.

"Grace," he murmured against my neck as if asking for permission, sending goosebumps across my entire body. He continued to inch up, the touch of his fingertips on my bare skin causing my legs to tremble. When he finally reached the apex of my thighs, I gasped and spread my legs wide as he expertly slid his fingers inside my panties, finding my folds completely slick.

"Shit," I mumbled delightfully as I relished the feeling of him touching me.

As he started to stroke me, his fingers expertly moving up and down my clit, I moaned in response to the assault, unable to control the movement of my hips as I writhed against the heat of his hand. I closed my eyes, sinking my nails into his shoulders as he finally thrust a finger inside me and then another.

I had to bite my lip to stifle a cry from escaping my throat and catching the attention of a passerby outside.

"You're so wet for me. So fucking wet," David groaned against my ear, making me shiver aggressively as he worked his fingers inside me.

My body began to shake as the tension within me increased. I couldn't help feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. All I could do was bask in the feel of him against me, the warmth of his skin, and the power of his touch as he stroked me in and out, my inner walls throbbing and pulsating around his fingers.

"Look at me," he demanded bossly, his thrusts becoming more impatient.

I opened my eyes and met his burning gaze. He brushed his thumb back and forth against my swollen and sensitive clit, pressing it hard, making my knees threaten to buckle under me as my head spun out of control.

"Shit, you feel amazing," David rasped, his voice thick with passion. My world narrowed to the sensations he elicited, each touch driving me closer to madness.

I groaned, my fingers digging deeper into his shoulders for some semblance of stability as I felt like I was about to faint with ecstasy.

With an impatient growl, he roughly pulled me closer. I gasped at the contact, his hardness pressing against me again. I wanted that–wanted him–more than anything else in my life.

"I want you, David," I urged. My words had barely left my lips when he crushed his mouth to mine once more, stealing my breath away.

His free hand slid over my hips and then up to my neck, grabbing my hair in his fist. He pulled away from me, and the intensity in his eyes was enough to send me over the edge.

His lips moved to my neck, and he slowly began tracing a fiery trail in my skin with his tongue as he tugged at my hair in a demanding way that made me want to be submissive to him and obey to his every order.

"You're driving me crazy, Grace," he confessed, pressing his arousal against my hip as he continued to play with his fingers inside of me. A thrill shot through me at the knowledge that I affected him as deeply as he affected me.

My hand slid down to stroke him once more, and his eyes darkened with unbridled lust. For a moment, I reveled in the power I held over him, but the thought vanished as quickly as it had come.

My breath came in ragged gasps as David pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The bathroom walls seemed to close in around me, my racing heart threatening to break free from my chest as David's touch left me trembling and desperate for more. The way he expertly explored my body had me on the brink of losing control.

"David," I panted, grinding against his hand, riding his fingers and frantically wanting him to just fuck me. "I need you inside me. Come on!" I urged, not caring how needy and avid I sounded.

At this point, I was begging him, but I didn't care. I needed him inside of me. More than never.

Without waiting for his response, my fingers reached for his belt, eager to cross the last boundary between us. But just as I was about to undo it, David abruptly stepped away, pulling his fingers out of me and taking a safe distance from me.

I groaned, my body protesting with unfulfilled desire. My eyes narrowed at him, irritated with the sudden stop, my pussy throbbing so fast with the sudden emptiness that my senses were numb for a moment.

I was so close.

"What?" I asked with a mix of disbelief and annoyance in my voice as I studied him.

A wicked grin crossed his face, as if he'd suddenly remembered something important. "We're in the ladies' bathroom, Grace," he remarked as if I hadn't mentioned that as soon as he entered the bathroom a few minutes before. But his voice laced with amusement and the smirk on his lips told me he was just playing with me. "I shouldn't even be here in the first place."

"Are you kidding me?" I retorted frustratedly.

"Sorry, Grace," he added, still grinning at me as he adjusted his shirt and tie. "But we can't risk getting caught. Not here, not now."

I huffed, trying to calm my pounding heart, unable to find the right words to convey my frustration and anger.

But before I had the chance to say anything else to him, David swiftly unlocked the door and exited the bathroom, leaving me to recover from the whirlwind of passion that had just swept through me. My body still ached with longing, and I couldn't believe how close we'd come to crossing a line that would change everything.

David was playing with me.

That fucking bastard dared to play these games with me.

Was that how he wanted this to go between us?

Push me through the precipice and then disappear, leaving me to deal with the consequences by myself?

As I leaned against the cool marble, trying to catch my breath and put my thoughts in order, I promised myself that I'd make him pay for leaving me in such a desperate state.

I didn't know how or when, but I vowed to make David feel the same fervent and agonizing longing that coursed through my veins at that moment, and to walk away just when he was about to feel satisfied.