Forget Me Not

by Tyler, Q. B.

  Fuck. Me.

  I slide my hand between us and down her body, grazing her full breasts and between her legs feeling the wet satin fabric at the apex of her thighs. I rub her slit and she lets her head fall back as the song blends into another, her hips moving against my fingers in perfect rhythm with the song.

  Her sex is wet, soaking my finger and probably my thigh that she’s still grinding on. I pull at her panties before letting it snap against her sex and she shivers in my arms. Her eyes fall on mine as she bites her lip, a look that could still bring me to my knees and I debate doing it now in the middle of the club.

  “Shit, Olivia.” I drop my head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “Do you want to dance or should I take you to the bathroom?”

  “I want to come first.”

  “Okay.” I go to pull my hand away when she holds it in place.

  “No, I want to come here.” She smiles and I look around, frowning.

  “You’ve lost your mind if you think I’m letting anyone see you fall apart, it’s bad enough they can tell you’re turned on,” I growl, though a part of me is turned on at the idea of making her come so publicly.

  “No one is looking at me.”

  My eyes dart around the room, and while everyone appears to be in their own world, I do meet the gaze of a few men again, taking in the woman grinding her body against mine.

  Their eyes wanting, their lustful gazes feasting on my woman.

  I glare at one in particular before yanking Olivia’s hair back and capturing her lips to make a point that she belongs to me. I press my finger to her clit, rubbing the fabric against the pulsing muscle and she groans in my mouth.

  She pulls away and nips at my chin. “Close,” she mumbles against my skin. My cock is painfully hard, pressing against my slacks trying to break its way out to get inside of Olivia.

  “Fuck, I can smell how wet you are.”

  “And you’ll taste it later.”

  And this is the woman I married. A confident, sexual siren that is vocal about what she wants every time.

  “Come now, first,” I demand. “Come all over my fingers,” I tell her as I slide beneath her panties, rubbing my fingers through her smooth cunt. Her sex clenches, sucking me in deeper and it’s taking everything in me not to throw her over my shoulder and run for the nearest bathroom. “That’s my girl.” I grin as I feel the beginning of her orgasm. The song has sped up, everyone moving faster to the beat, but Olivia and I are still almost frozen in place, moving slowly as I make love to her with my hand.

  “Oh my God, Clarke!” she cries out and I run my hand up flicking her clit before giving it a light pinch and she explodes. “Holy shit.” Her eyes are squeezed together, her full lips parted and I’m ready to come at the sight of her. Her skin is slick with sweat, her curls, wilder and more untamed and I know she’s seconds from putting it up. My eyes dart to my wrist, remembering how I used to wear one of her hair ties around it when we went out in case she needed it. I know one isn’t there, and I frown thinking about all the times in the last six months I haven’t been able to take care of her.

  “Hey, why the face?” She smiles, pressing her hand to my cheek as I slide my fingers out of her. “You just made me come. Pretty hard, I might add.”

  I push my fingers through my lips, swirling my tongue around them and savoring the taste of her. “I was just thinking about all I’ve missed this past year.” I shake my head. “But this isn’t the conversation for the dance floor.”

  “You won’t miss anything else?” Her lips are still parted and I see her tongue peeking through to wet her bottom lip.

  “Nothing could keep me away from you,” I tell her.

  She smiles before something catches her attention behind me because she frowns and instantly I’m wondering what’s caused her grief. I go to turn when she grabs my face, pulling my lips down to hers and crushing them together. “Let’s go find Lys and Wren and grab a drink?”

  You have GOT to be kidding me.

  Fury runs through my veins, goading the very drunk girl into potentially causing a scene should the opportunity arise. I knew I shouldn’t have taken two back to back tequila shots with Alyssa on top of the whiskey I had, but I knew Alyssa needed to calm down, and alcohol had the power to make her more bubbly and not ask so many fucking questions.

  So now I’m drunk and staring down my husband’s ex-mistress from across the room. She’s not looking at me, but we’ve locked eyes several times as I dare her to approach us. I down the shot that the four of us take before Bennett hands me a glass of water. I stare up at him in question and he raises an eyebrow at me asking me to test him. “You just came all over my hand in the middle of the dance floor. Drink the water, Olivia, or I’m not fucking you here.”

  “Good one.” I snort and take a sip of the water he handed me. I’m not sure if she’s staring at us but I wouldn’t put it past her, so I decide to give her something to look at. “You know you love fucking me in clubs. You always have.” I take a long sip before setting it on the bar, grateful that Wren and Alyssa had saved some space for us. I run my fingers up his chest and push him against the bar just as another song comes on. I begin moving against him again and his arms wrap around me, spinning me around and pushing me forward so I’m bent almost completely over. I hear Alyssa cheer and I know she’s probably only a second from doing the same against Wren and sure enough, when I look over, she’s pulling him towards the dance floor.

  I want to stay in sight of Amanda, so I continue to grind against him. He pulls me flush against his chest and drops kisses to my bare shoulder. “Fuck, I love you.”

  I melt under his words. The orgasm. His promise of what’s to come. His protective nature. His possessiveness. It’s all too much. I’m about to turn around to look at him when she’s close. Much closer.

  She’s wearing a bright red dress, her blonde hair pulled into a topknot, her lips painted almost the exact color as her dress with heels almost as high as mine. Her breasts are on display and lifted higher and for a second I wish mine sat as perky as hers do.

  Small boobed bitches always have the perkiest tits, I swear.

  I ignore my subconscious, knowing my husband loves my breasts. I don’t think Bennett has even noticed what’s about to happen the way his lips are trailing over my skin. “I’m ready when you are.” He groans in my ear. “You’re killing me in this damn dress. I’m seconds from sitting you on top of this bar and sticking my head under it.”

  My knees shake and he tightens his grasp. My body is on the verge of explosion with all of the feelings coursing through me.

  Lust. Anger. Jealousy. Possession. Fear.

  I’m somewhere between wanting my husband to fuck me and wanting to attack the woman he’s also fucked. My heart is racing and I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my neck, that Bennett must notice because I feel his tongue lapping up the moisture. “Clarke…” I start and then she’s ten steps away.

  Five.

  Two.

  “Bennett, we need to talk,” her voice yells over the music, but she’s close enough that we can hear her clearly. His head snaps up away from me, and while I can’t see his face, I know it’s one of disgust.

  “What the fuck?”

  “You won’t talk to me!” she screeches.

  “Some would take that as a sign,” I snarl and her blue eyes dart to mine. Hatred floods her features and as much as I’m not proud of it, the look on my face matches.

  She swirls her straw around her drink before taking a sip, staring at my husband seductively and I almost lose it. His hands tighten around me and pulls me harder against him, keeping me in place. Trust me, I’m not moving.

  “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to Bennett. I’d like to talk to him without you around.” She looks at me and I can’t even stop the growl that rumbles in my chest.

  “First of all, watch your attitude. Second of all, there’s nothing to talk about, Amanda. It’s over. We’re done
. I believe my wife advised you to stay away from me. I believe you should listen to her.”

  “You told me you were over her. That you loved me and wanted to be with me. She’s brainwashing you, and it’s not what you want! I’m who you want, Bennett.”

  “False,” he grits out. “And I don’t know what kind of bullshit fairytale you’re living in where you think I ever told you I loved you, or that I was over my wife. You’re using my memory loss to your advantage because she doesn’t know what happened between us, but you and I both know that I never told you I loved you.” He’s been leaning against the bar, but he stands straight and moves me slightly to stand next to me, but slides his hand into mine, lacing our fingers. “I fucked you, I don’t deny that, and it was the worst mistake I ever made because it cost me the love of my life. But now she’s taken me back when I don’t fucking deserve her.” I gasp and the tears well in my eyes at his words. He must have heard my gasp because he turns to look at me. “I don’t deserve you, Olivia, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying.”

  I smile before turning back to Amanda with the smuggest smile on my lips.

  “We had sex more than just the one time, Bennett.”

  He turns back to her and grits his teeth. “Three times.” And my eyes blink up at him in shock, as it’s the first time I’ve ever heard a number.

  My head is swimming, but even in my fuzzy brain, I wonder how he knows that.

  There’s no way he has his memory back, he would have told me something like that. Maybe Wren filled him in?

  “You were there, Amanda. When I was at my lowest. I shouldn’t have used you the way I did, and I’m sorry. But you knew what our relationship was. I never made any kind of promises to you. I was still holding onto hope that I’d get Olivia back, and I know that makes me a shitty person, to sleep with you while I’m still pining after my wife, but I’ve never professed to be innocent in all of this. You’d show up at my apartment and we’d get drunk and I’d talk about Olivia. Don’t you dare try and pretend like it was something else.”

  Her eyes dart to me and then back to Bennett before she purses her lips. “You don’t remember anything.”

  “Oh? Tell me I’m a liar, then.”

  I sway slightly, the effects of that last shot starting to kick in.

  Wait…he’s bluffing? Right?

  Definitely bluffing.

  But she’s not saying much…?

  I lift my hair off my neck, suddenly feeling like I’m overheating and I fan myself slightly. The movement attracts Bennett’s attention and he frowns as he looks at me. “What’s wrong?”

  “I just got drunker and really hot all at once,” I tell him before looking back at Amanda. “Are we done here?” I bite my bottom lip. “I want you now.” My eyes flit to his before I raise an eyebrow at Amanda. “That’s right, I want my husband to take me to the bathroom and fuck me against the wall.” I flash her a smile and she scoffs.

  “Whatever. Bennett, enjoy your boring married life. One day you’ll look back and remember how exciting and fun our time was and will regret not choosing me.”

  I try not to let the tears rush to my eyes but they do and I do everything to try and blink them away but one slides down my face.

  I’m surprised to hear Bennett chuckle and when I look up he’s staring daggers into Amanda. He takes a step forward and she shakes slightly before taking a step back, stumbling slightly in heels that she clearly can’t walk in. “You never meant anything to me. If anything, I resented you. Or you were an extension of the resentment I felt for myself for fucking up the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ll admit I enjoyed your company, though seeing this terribly ugly side of you is making me wonder just how much of the real you I even knew. But I was never in love with you. We had mediocre at best sex a few times. I never even let you spend the night. We weren’t together. We weren’t dating. I was using you. And I’m sorry. But I’m not going to let you take your anger at me out on the only person here who’s done nothing wrong. Now, I do believe my wife was very clear that you needed to stay away from me. I suggest, you heed her warnings going forward.” His voice is even and sinister and it sets a fire between my legs as Amanda shakes her head and turns around.

  She makes it two steps before she spins back around and tosses the remainder of her drink in Bennett’s face. “Asshole,” she scoffs before she begins to walk away.

  My mouth drops open as the remains drip from his face onto the floor and immediately I see red. I lunge after her when I feel arms wrapped around me, and I’m pulled towards a hard chest. “Ah ah ah. Not so fast,” he growls in my ear, and I can smell the vodka on his face and feel it dripping onto my skin.

  “What a bitch! I’m throwing my drink on her, see how she fucking likes it.” I’m fuming. Is she a fucking child? Who throws their drink in someone’s face?

  Probably the same people who key their husband’s mistress’ car, my subconscious sneers, and I huff indignantly.

  “Not worth it.” He loosens his hold but still keeps a hand on me as he grabs a few napkins from the bar. I spin in his arms as he wipes his face. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what? Being so fucking sexy and putting her in her place?” I reach up, grabbing the napkins from him and finish removing the traces of alcohol from his face. “I am burning alive for you.”

  He groans as I push against him. “Baby, you’re killing me.”

  “Take me to the bathroom,” I whisper in his ear.

  I’m slammed against the wall of the stall in Envy and Bennett is on me instantly. I drown out the sounds of the catcalls and cheers and chuckles coming from the outside of the stall from the men who saw us stumbling inside in a frenzy. “Clarke,” I moan the second his hands find the space between my legs, the space still wet from his earlier assault.

  “You drive me so fucking crazy, Livi. Jesus.” His teeth nip my ear as he trails his lips down my bare skin, lowering the top of my dress, and pulling my nipple from the lacy cup. He grips my breast hard, circling the nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking the whole thing inside. “I’ve been thinking about biting this fucking nipple since we left home.” His teeth bite down and I cry out just as his other hand from between my legs slams down over my mouth. “I don’t need everyone in this bathroom hearing what I’m doing to you,” he growls. I can smell and taste my arousal on his hands and it’s all too much. His lips on my breast, the smell of my arousal thick in the air. It all swirls around me like a sensual fog. His hand falls from my mouth just as he drops to his knees in front of me. My eyes flutter open and I look down at him.

  “Clarke…” I protest. “I want you to fuck me, you can do this later.”

  “I just need a taste. One lick to tide me over.” He slides my panties down my legs and sticks them into his jacket pocket before he lifts my right leg over his shoulder, opening me up and exposing my glistening pussy to his wanting mouth. He starts at my ankle, kissing the skin and my left leg wobbles slightly with all of my weight resting on it. Like always, he senses my discomfort and grips my ass holding me in place and shoots me a wink. “I’ve got you.”

  Words fail me as his lips latch onto my clit and I cry out again, uncaring that he’d previously told me to stay quiet. His tongue swirls around me, tasting my orgasm from earlier and the one forming from his assault. “I lied,” he growls against me. “I need you to come on my tongue baby.”

  “Fuck, me too.” I breathe out, wondering in what world we thought either of us would be satisfied with just one lick. I’m already close after the night we’ve had coupled with the shots I’ve downed and I feel my orgasm brewing in the base of my spine. I push my hands through his hair as I clench around him, grinding my cunt against his mouth causing the bristles from his beard to pierce my sex. I pull and he groans causing a vibration to shoot through my body. The sound and the feeling causes the orgasm to bloom faster and then I’m exploding. I slam my hand against the wall behind him to keep myself upright as I rock into his m
outh, using it for leverage. “Oh my God.” A giggle leaves my lips just as he sets my right leg down.

  I fall back against the wall and stare down at him and immediately I feel the need to come again. The buzz from the drinks is starting to slowly fade away and the high of my husband and his sinful mouth is now intoxicating me. His hair is sticking up in all different directions from my pulling, his eyes are dark, a forest green, and burning into mine, his brow is slick with a thin layer of sweat and his mouth is covered in my orgasm. His tongue darts out to trace up my thigh and I can see the evidence of my orgasm sitting on his tongue. “Oh my God,” I repeat as I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to commit the visual to memory.

  He presses his lips to mine, feeding me his tongue and I can taste myself. “I want you to taste how wet I make you.” I can hear him unbuckling his pants and the familiar clink of metal hitting the ground makes my sex clench in anticipation of what’s to come. He wraps his hands around my ass, lifting me like I weigh less than nothing and immediately my legs wrap around his waist as his thick, hard cock pushes inside of me. He thrusts and I relish in the feeling of him inside of me, taking me hard and I realize how much I’ve missed our wild uninhibited sex.

  He’d once told me that he’d never had this type of sexual chemistry with anyone, that no one ever made him so hard and so often as I did. That he never felt the need to fuck someone in public. Or any of the other kinky things we’d done over the years. He lived and breathed me and us.

  Take that Amanda…with your mediocre sex. I mentally high five myself at how easily I can bring this man to his knees. How I’m the only woman who can turn him into the savage beast before me. An untamed, uncontrolled man that is currently fucking me so hard against the wall of a bathroom I feel him in my throat.

  I’m close, my sex pulsing at the thought of a third orgasm in the span of an hour. I bite down on his neck and he groans. “Fuck fuck fuck. I’m going to come.” He sputters and lets out a deep breath as he grips me harder, his nails piercing the flesh of my ass cheeks he’s cupping and I fly across the threshold of pain in search of the pleasure that is no more than a thrust away.