Bad Behavior (11 page)

He had broken a taboo entering her from behind and it sparked a sweet sort of pleasure. Rei felt wicked and dirty and the thrill of those sensations mixed with the knowledge that she and Justin could be caught in the middle of the act. She'd never known she was such an exhibitionist until she met him. Never knew that fear of embarrassment or discovery could make her cum so hard that she momentarily lost the ability to see or speak as her body rode out the sensation. Now was no different from all the other times Justin had convinced her to have sex in a public place. In some ways it was even better.

She could feel the heavy weight of his cock against her fingers as she fucked her pussy. She felt full, overly so, and when she felt his cum fill her bowels she came with a violent shudder that had her back arching and her fingers twisting cruelly around her nipple. She pumped her cunt a few more times with a hand that shook and cried out again as those last few thrusts drug forth another orgasm on the tail end of the last.

Justin allowed himself to slip from her. Curiosity had him spreading her cheeks apart and he watched in fascination as her asshole contracted, as if still hungry for the feel of him. When his cum began to slide out of her body and down her skin, he felt himself harden once more. The sight of her, vulnerable and used and open was enough to make him want to fuck her all over again. Though admittedly it didn't take much for him to want to get into her pants. As much as he wanted to try for round two, he was painfully aware of the fact that they had been missing from the party for far too long. Rei may not know it yet,
but she was going to be the guest of honor in just a few short minutes.

The idea was that if he asked her in front of a lot of people, she would be more likely to slip up and say yes if only because of all the peer pressure. Trying to trick a woman into marrying him wasn't his proudest moment, but Justin was a man who did what it took to get what he wanted. Pulling her up against him so that her back was flush against his chest, he nuzzled her neck and chuckled.

“What is it?” she asked dreamily.

“I was just wondering how much you liked the Fullers.”

“I don't.” she replied simply. “Why?”

He nodded his head to indicate the fur coat that they had managed to pull free of its hanger.

“Because you just came all over Mrs. Fuller's mink coat.”

She made a sound of pure horror and tried to pull away, but he bit her shoulder and wrapped a restraining arm around her waist.

“Spread your legs.” He said gruffly, pulling her dress just a little higher.

She complied, and grabbing the expensive Mink by the sleeve, he reached between her thighs and wiped away the sliding trail of his cum. She shuddered as the soft fur made contact with her clit and caressed the swollen folds of her anus. Kissing her shoulder, he let her dress slip back down over her hips. Then, getting to his feet he hung Mrs. Fuller's coat neatly back on the hanger.

She looked up at him, still a little flushed with satisfaction, and he reached down to take her hand. Rei allowed him to help her to her feet, straightening her clothes with her free hand and hoping that there weren't too many wrinkles now embedded in the silk.

“You think she'll notice right away?” she spoke low and he shook his head, lowering his own voice to humor her.

“No.” he assured her. “That will give us enough time to come up with an alibi.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You're not funny.”

“Of course I am.

Rei didn't bother to respond, mostly because anything she said in the negative would be a lie. They stepped back into the party and Rei was relieved to note that no one seemed to have noticed their absence.  As she and Justin made their way past the other party goers, Rei looked up to catch Mrs. Fuller waving enthusiastically at her. Flushing she turned away and pretended like she hadn't seen her.

“Try not to look so guilty.” Justin whispered from the corner of his mouth.

“I can't help it.” Rei muttered back. “Every time I see her now I’m going to remember the fact that I got bodily fluids all over her clothes.”

“She can afford a new one.”

“That's not the point.”

“What is the point?”

“It's the principle of the thing.”

“I see.” He said musingly. “Thinking about what you just did to that poor woman must upset you.”

Rei looked up at him in disbelief.

“What
I
did?” She began in outrage but his next words cut her off mid tirade.

“I know just the thing to take your mind off of it.” he told her smugly.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Oh really?” she drawled. “And what would that be.”

“We should get married.”

“What?” Her laughter was edged with disbelief.

“You heard me. Let's get married.”

“You're insane.”

“Insanely in love.”

She raised an eyebrow at that and his face flushed in embarrassment.

“Too far?”

“A little.” she admitted.

“Then how about this.” pulling her up short, he turned her around until they could look at one another face to face. His hands cupped her cheeks and the laughter drained from his face as he looked down into her eyes. “I love you Ms. Donovan.” he told her. “I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. For the first half of my life loneliness was a constant companion and you're the first, and only, one who's strong enough to push her away.”

His hands traveled down her face, over either side of her throat, and along her arms as he lowered himself to his knees. The crowd stirred and the people around them fell silent. But Rei only had eyes for the man now clutching her hand between both of his own.

“Rei Donovan.” he began, the involuntary tightening of his fingers the only sign of his sudden case of nerves. “Will you marry me?”

The silence in the room was deafening, the eyes trained on the couple unflinching, and Rei Donovan was just as astounded, maybe even more so, than their spectators. The men and women watching the drama unfold were already spreading their gossip. How Justin Reese went through women like a
person with allergies went through Kleenex. How Rei was just another gold digger, though that was expected when you dealt with someone who came from nothing. You could almost hear the censure, both unspoken and otherwise, and Justin began to feel the first stirrings of doubt as Rei's silence stretched on.

Maybe she didn't love him nearly as much as he loved her. Maybe he was just fooling himself like he had so many times before. It was enough to leave him feeling sick.

Meanwhile, the source of the tension, could feel only one thing.

Joy.

She'd found it, she thought in wonder.

That spark.

That certain something.

That je ne sais quoi.

As it turned out, she did have a Happily Ever After, and he was 6'2 with red hair and more heart than common sense. When she finally nodded her head she did so through a veil of tears.

Justin scowled.

“Does that mean yes? You're crying so I can't be sure.”

“Yes. You idiot.” She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and sinking to her knees as well. “It means yes.”

He sighed against the curve of her neck and all around them applause and congratulations broke out. Justin came to his feet, lifting Rei along with him.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked on the sly, and she looked up at him in surprised pleasure. The well-wishers had begun to converge and a portly woman he didn't know hugged Rei tight. 

“Yes please.” she managed finally, and Justin chuckled.

Since his master plan had worked out so well, there was no longer any reason for them to stay. But just because he didn't have to watch her get surrounded by a gaggle of gossipy women didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy the spectacle. So, instead of rescuing her as she'd obviously anticipated, he began to back away.

“I'll wait for you in the car.” He told her sweetly and she cursed as yet another curious heiress blocked her route of escape. Justin walked away whistling, the sound of his future wife's curses like music to his ears. He'd go back for her. Eventually. But first he'd let her sweat a little while he had Valet pull their car around. She'd probably make him pay for his abandonment later on, but honestly, that had been the whole reason for provoking her in the first place.

After all, what was life without a little mischief?

Cristina Grenier has been writing stories for as long as she could remember. She's a hopeless romantic and her writing reflects it. She loves to write Romance and Erotic stories. Cristina draws from her past experiences and from others around her when writing. She enjoys giving readers characters they can relate to and storylines that feel real.

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