"Just let loose before you have to go back to the center," he huskily whispered against my neck, dragging me into his arms. I sighed before giving in. If this is what he wanted, then I'll give it to him.
"Goddamn it. Fine!" I turned in his arms before guiding his hands on my hips and grinding my backside on his rock hard frontside. He seemed to be enjoying it as he kept flooding my ears with groans. I've never done this before, but for some reason, I just kept going at it. I guess grinding came easy to me.
"What are you doing to me?" He moaned in my ear, trailing a hand up the sides of my slightly chubby stomach and resting below my boob on my ribs. His other hand stayed at my hips, dragging me back against him roughly, slamming my bottom section against his. It was very intimate despite being in public.
"Jesus Christ! I can't. I can't. I-I can't," he repeated breathlessly against my right shoulder, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses. I moaned at the feeling of him, lolling my head to the left to allow him more room.
Everything about him was intoxicating. I can't handle it. I didn't have to be drunk to feel dizzy or make bad decisions. I just had to have Ben with me, kissing me like he is now.
"Please, Ben," I begged, turning around and slamming my lips against his. He just chuckled against my lips and dragged his left hand down to my right thigh, pulling it up around his hips. I didn't have good balance, but Ben made sure I was secure around him while I stood on one leg. After my leg was secure around his left hip bone, his hand trailed to my ass, grabbing it like it was a floatie, and he was in the middle of the sea.
"Ben!" I squealed out as he grabbed my other thigh, dragging it up, so I was like a koala in his arms. I had never felt more insecure about my weight as I did then.
"Calm down," he hissed as I wiggled in his arms. He brought me over to a wall, pressing me against it before peppering kisses down to my exposed cleavage. If it wasn't for Ben, I would be exposing everyone since I was wearing a dress. His hips stayed directly on mine, covering my jewels from being seen.
He pulled his hips away before slamming them back against mine. Jesus Christ, we were humping against a wall in a club like a couple of horny teenagers. What has our lives come to? Despite the wall being unsanitary and our conditions being less than ideal, I still felt in love.
Yes, we were dry humping each other against a wall. Yes, I was underaged in a club. And yes, I am definitely not going to tell Killian about this. But, this was the most fun and excitement I have ever had in my entire life.
If I could just live normally with Ben, I would. I don't care what I have to sacrifice, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Nothing could ever take me away from Ben. He was my one and only, my true love.
"I love how I can hear your thoughts. You should work better on putting up your wall, my queen," he whispered against my almost uncovered boob. I blushed a deep crimson. He heard me. He could hear me the entire time I was thinking about him and how much I love him. I was truly embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed. If I knew what love was, I'd say that we already have it," he announced, still grinding his heat against mine. I knew he was saying that because it was the heat of the moment, but I couldn't help but think about it being true.
"Ben, we should stop," I moaned out, nearing what I called a high. It was a delicious high that I wanted, but shouldn't have. He just kept grinding against me like an animal. There was no stoping him once he set his sights on something. He was going to take whatever it was.
"No, you're going to wrap around me and enjoy this moment. You're going to dry hump me while you're being held against this wall. And you're going to fucking finish because this may be the only moment we have together before we have to go back to being strangers and friends. I will have you one day, and it'll be a dream come fucking true. Do you hear me, my queen? You'll enjoy every painful inch of me, and then you'll ask for more. You won't know when to stop or if you'll be able to stop. Once I touch you, you're ruined for everyone else," he hissed out, pushing me over the edge. I stilled in his arms, reaching that desperate high I wanted and watched him come apart too while still holding me up.
His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes closed. He held his eyes shut while a vein on his forehead became prominent. His jaw was clenched, and his hair was a fucking mess. It was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.
"We have to get back," he groaned out, painfully. I slightly nodded, dropping my legs from around his waist. My cheeks were red and there were people staring at us from across the room. I hid my face in his chest. Then, an idea popped into my head.
"Let's get married!" I exclaimed, staring into his hazel, brown eyes. He chuckled. Then, he separated us, holding out his palm in between us. He concentrated on it before a diamond ring appeared. He bent down on one knee and grabbed my left hand. I didn't think he'd propose. I was just expecting him to take me to the courthouse. Either way, we need Killian's permission before we can make it legal.
"Will you, Lilith Elizabeth Grace Smith, marry me? I've never known what love was, but I think I know what it is. It's what we have. It's you. It's the hope of waking up in the future every morning to see your beautiful face. It's wanting to call you mine even though what we have is secret. It's never wanting another man to look at you the way I do. It's the constant reminder that you love me, and I think I love you too. Even if you're still a kid, I'll be a fucking pedophile any day if it means I'll be able to come home to our two kids and kiss you on the forehead. You're my queen, and I am and always will be at your service," he finished, already slipping the ring on my finger, not waiting for my answer. He just stood up and kissed me while applause broke out amongst the citizens in the club.