I couldn’t hold in my thoughts, especially as her back arched, urging my hands up. I moved to the flatness of her stomach, the dips of her hips before I cupped her tits, grazing her nipples, rubbing my fingers over them. There were cutouts in her dress that ran along her sides, even more slits across her back, the dress hanging low on her chest. The only way she could look sexier was if she was naked. And the best part of these small openings was that they gave me access to her skin.
Skin that I wanted to touch freely without any barrier between us.
Flesh that I wanted to caress.
This position gave me the perfect angle to do both.
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
I dipped into the hole on her back and slid below the fabric to her stomach.
She leaned into me, encouraging me to go further, to feel more of her.
I quickly glanced around us to make sure there wasn’t anyone nearby, that no one was paying attention.
We were in the clear.
I had Jo all to myself.
And I planned to take full advantage of that.
She was shifting her ass across my cock, rubbing the length back and forth. With each grind, she pressed harder, her movements intentional.
Goading me.
When I turned her cheek to bite it, I saw the grin pulling on those gorgeous lips.
“Someone’s ready to play,” I hissed.
“Jenner …” She leaned forward, and even though she was dancing, she was taunting me with doggy style—one of my favorite positions. “I want you.” She moaned just as the bass lowered, drowning out her sound.
But it hit my body.
It vibrated through my goddamn chest.
I pulled her back up, holding her neck against my chest, growling, “I want to bend you over that speaker”—I paused, pointing her toward the section of the dance floor that I was referencing—“and fuck you until you fucking scream.”
She brushed her hand over my cock, holding it, jerking it through my jeans. “How badly do you want to come?”
I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, gnawing the end. “I can’t stop thinking about your pussy.” I kissed down to her collarbone. “I can’t stop thinking about how wet it’s going to be.” I licked the top of her shoulder before working my way back up. “How tight you’re going to clutch me when you’re coming.”
I slapped her ass, earning myself a yelp that I swallowed as I moved across her throat.
“How badly?” I asked, returning to her question. “As badly as I need to hear you come.” I lowered my hand under her dress until my finger hit her clit, pleasantly surprised to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. “I need to feel it.”
“Here?” She quivered. “Oh God.”
I brushed across her clit, rubbing it in a circle, spreading the wetness that was dripping down her.
“I feel like everyone is watching.”
As we faced the dance floor, the darkness encompassing us, the lights didn’t even hit any of the space near us—the main reason I’d picked this spot.
“They’re not,” I assured. I dived into her neck as I lowered to her pussy, probing that tight fucking hole. “But maybe you want them to.” I used my free hand to pinch her nipple. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her tits free and bouncing as I ground my cock into her ass. “Maybe you want them to see how good I’m about to make you feel.” I moaned in her neck. “How wet you’re making my fingers.” I dipped fully inside her, sliding in so easy—she was so fucking worked up. “How hard you’re about to come.”
I couldn’t hear her breathing, but I could feel it.
Each gasp.
Each exhale.
I pinched her nipple, and she bucked, her back arching, her chest heaving for more.
“Or how much you turn me on,” she breathed against me. “That’s what I want them to see.”
“Mmm,” I groaned. “You dirty girl.”
And right now, that dirty girl was mine, and she needed to be rewarded.
My thumb went to the very top of her pussy, a second finger pushed inside her, and a pattern started of lapping her clit and thrusting into her cunt. She was clenching around me, showing me how tight she was, making me jealous of my fingers.
They got to feel the perfectness of her pussy, the narrowness.
She was sucking me in and not letting me go, the same way she did to my cock.
Fuck.
I wanted nothing more than to taste what was soaking my fingers, to be on my knees with my face buried between her legs. That wasn’t going to happen here. I’d have to wait until we got back to the hotel. But that didn’t stop me from moving my hand faster, giving her the pressure she needed.
“Jenner …” Her nails stabbed the back of my neck. “Oh my God.”
I could feel the build happening inside her.
Her breathing changed.
Her hips swung, moving with me, bending her body with each plunge.
“Yes!” She shook. “Fucking yes!”
Her head leaned against me, and I pumped her with the same speed and power as the music blasting through the speakers.
Owning that fucking pussy.
And it didn’t take long before it was fully mine, her body shuddering so hard that I had to hold her stomach so she wouldn’t fall.
“Ahhh!” she moaned. “Fuuuck!”
She felt so good. I could do this over and over again, never stopping, just listening to that sweet, sexy moan on repeat. The desire to please her was a need I’d never felt before.
And, goddamn it, I couldn’t get enough.
The moment she calmed, I pulled my hand out and turned her around. As she watched, I swiped my tongue across my finger, licking the drops off my skin.
Savoring her.
Swallowing her.
“Fuck, Jo.” I made sure all the wetness was gone before I held the back of her head, moving her face closer to mine. “You taste so fucking good.”
She kissed me, sucking my tongue, gripping me with all her strength, her movements almost animalistic.
“You want more?” I said against her lips.
“I do.” Her hands slipped down and clasped mine. “Follow me.”
I said nothing as she led me through the dance floor and back into the VIP area. Instead of returning to the table, she brought me into the hallway where the restrooms were located and into the men’s room, walking us into a stall that she locked the moment we were both inside.
She instantly lowered my zipper, navigating my cock through the hole of my boxer briefs. Once my dick was out, she got on her knees, licking those pouty fucking lips.
“Jo …” I stared down at her as she surrounded the base of my shaft with her fist. “Fuuuck.” I spread my arms out, palms pressing against both walls of the stall. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“I’m taking what’s mine.”
Mine.
I needed to know.
I needed to fucking clarify.
“And that is?”
She looked at me through her long, thick lashes. “Your cum.”
Watching that word come out of her mouth was the hottest thing in the world.
She wanted to make my balls throb. She wanted my nut in her mouth.
She wanted to own my pleasure.
She surrounded my tip, swirling her tongue across it, and my head fell back from the sensation. “It’s all yours,” I exhaled. “Take it.”