"Stand up." I move closer. So the sheer curtains are behind me.
She rises.
"Someone might see." I motion to the balcony behind us. "The waitress might get curious." I motion to the building across the street. "Someone working late might get a show."
Her eyes brighten.
"Is that what you want, baby?" I take another step toward her. "You want someone to see me fuck your pretty mouth?"
"Yes."
It fills my head—the two of us in some crowded club, Indigo on her knees, her lips wrapped around my cock. "You want someone to see how well you suck cock?"
"Yes, sir." She takes a half-step toward me. "If it's you. And it won't cause lasting consequences. Then yes, I want someone to see." Her eyes meet mine. "I want someone to watch you have your way with me."
My cock whines.
I take a deep breath. Try to straighten my thoughts. She's ready to fall into this. She's on the edge.
Indigo is begging to suck me off. Why the fuck am I hesitating?
I exhale. Let my voice drop. "Come here."
She brings her hands to my waist.
I pull her into a slow, deep kiss.
She's soft. Pliable. Her lips part for my tongue. Her fingers dig into the fabric of my shirt. Her body melts into mine.
I scrape my teeth against her bottom lip.
She groans against my mouth. Digs harder. Melts further.
I release her.
She stays in place, her hand curled around my side, her eyes on mine.
Again, I catch her lower lip with my thumb. This time, I slip my digit into her mouth.
Her eyes close. Her lips curl around me. She sucks hard.
There's no fear in her expression. No hesitation. No concern.
She's there. Lost in this.
"Good girl," I purr.
She groans against my thumb.
I pull my hand away.
She sighs. Looks up at me. Ready.
"Take off your dress." I let my voice drop to something dirty and demanding.
She nods. Reaches for the zipper at her side. Looks me in the eyes as she pulls it all the way down, presses the sleek black fabric off her hips.
Moonlight falls over her pale skin, her dark hair, her blue eyes. She takes a step toward me, into that perfect blue light.
Fuck, she's gorgeous. The perfect mix of long, lean curves and sharp lines.
Wine lips and sheer mesh.
"Fucking beautiful," I say.
She lights up. Turns on her heels. Shows off her perfect arse.
My balls tighten. I need that fabric gone. I need to pin her to the couch, bind her wrists behind her back, fuck her from behind.
To order her to groan my name as she comes on my cock.
It overwhelms me—
How much I want to take her.
How much I want her under my control. Bending to my will.
She turns to me, her entire body shaking with anticipation.
She needs this.
And I need to give her what she wants.
I let the last hint of softness fade from my voice. "On your knees."
She nearly falls onto the mat.
"Beg me." I cup the back of her head with my hand.
"Please, sir." Her voice firms. "Please fuck my mouth."
Fuck. I dig my fingers into the back of her head. "Unzip me."
She brings her hand to my trousers. For a second, she cups me over the fabric.
My eyes threaten to close. It feels too fucking good, the pressure of her palm, the warmth, the need.
Then her hand goes to my zipper. She pulls it down. Gasps as my cock springs free. "Can I?" She holds her hand a centimeter from my cock. "Please?"
"Please?"
"Please, may I touch you, sir?"
I nod.
She wraps her fingers around my cock. Explores me with her soft hand. She runs her thumb around my tip. Slides her hand to my base.
"Keep it there."
She hasn't done this in a long time. I need to ease her into it.
She wraps her hand around me. Looks up at me, asking for permission.
Again, I nod.
She takes me into her mouth.
Pleasure floods my senses. She's soft and warm and wet. And it's Indigo.
Her hand on my skin, her on her knees, her wine lips around my cock.
I give her a moment to explore me. Then I push my palm into the back of her head.
"If it's too much." I take her free hand. Place it on my belt. A signal to stop. Since she can't exactly use a safe word. "I'm in control now, baby, understand?"
She groans a yes against my flesh.
Fuck. I keep my hand on the back of her head. Hold her in place as I push into her slowly.
Until her lips are at her hand.
Then I pull back, do it again.
Again.
She feels like heaven, but this isn't enough. This isn't what either of us likes and we both know that.
I test her one more time, then I pull back. "Can you stay in place with your hands behind your back?"
She tries it. Shakes her head.
"Hands at your sides then."
She nods.
"Sit up."
She does.
"I'm not going easy on you because it's been a while." I knot my hand in her hair. "I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth until you can't take it anymore."
She yelps as I tug at her hair. "Yes, sir."
"Is that what you want, baby?"
"Yes, sir." Her tongue slides over her lips. "I want to taste you. I want to swallow every drop."
Fuck. She still knows how to play me. She's still good at this fucking game. Better because she doesn't realize she's playing it. "Lips around your teeth."
She does.
"Good girl."
Her blush deepens.
"Come here." I don't wait for her response. I pull her onto my cock. Drive into her mouth.
Then I do it again.
Again.
I keep one hand on her head, holding her in place as I fuck her mouth. I bring the other to her shoulders, collarbone, chest.
My thumb brushes her breast. I rub her over her lingerie, pressing the mesh into her tender skin.
She groans against my cock.
I toy with her as I drive into her.
Again and again.
Until she's groaning so hard I can't stand it.
Fuck, that feels good.
For a moment, my eyes close. My other senses take over. The sound of her moan, the softness of her mouth, the rough mesh against her nipple.
Then I look down at her. Take in the perfect image of Indigo Simms, on her knees, groaning against my cock.
I tug at her hair.
My body takes over. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
She gags against my cock, but she takes me.
Again and again, I drive into her as I dip my hand under her lingerie, draw circles around her nipple.
Again and again.
Until I'm there.
Pleasure overwhelms my senses. Every part of me tunes to every part of her.
The world is a beautiful, perfect place where everything makes sense.
And everything feels so fucking good.
I rock through my orgasm, spilling every drop in her pretty mouth.
She takes me. Takes it. Pulls back to swallow. Wipes her lips with her hand.
Looks up at me like she wants only one thing: More.
And I only want one thing.
I want to give her more.
Chapter Twenty-Three