Need Me (Mess with Me 3)

She moans as I rock against her. I don’t even need to guide my cock in, she’s so wet it finds home with no trouble. I grit my teeth at the pleasure. Every time it’s like my dick is being squeezed and massaged in a rapid rhythm.

“My wifey knows what I need,” I taunt and am rewarded when she tightens her internal muscles even more, making my breath stutter in my chest.

“Does she?”

“Yes. She knows I just need her. That’s all I need, baby.”

Her eyes close and I speed up, unable to hold back any longer. I’m sure everyone outside this room knows what we’re doing because with each thrust, we slam against the wall and Ariana lets out a hoarse little cry. Then her hands tighten in my hair and I know she’s about to come.

I cover her mouth with mine as I finally let go and let my own orgasm overtake me. We shudder together for what seems like an eternity before I finally allow her feet to touch the ground.

“There’s no way she didn’t hear that,” Ariana whispers.

“Are you kidding? She probably has her ear to the door right now.”

Ariana glances at the door to the dressing room and then gives me a dirty look. “Don’t even joke about that. That’s so weird.”

I don’t have a tissue so I just knot the condom and wrap it in one of the flyers the boutique has put in each dressing room.

Ariana sighs. “Give it to me. I’ll put it in my purse. It’s bad enough that everyone heard us but you can’t walk out there with a huge ball of crinkled up paper in your pocket.”

We laugh together at the absurdity of that mental image.

When we come out a few minutes later, Meredith averts her eyes politely. Ariana runs a hand self-consciously over her wild hair, trying to smooth it down. I’m sure mine is standing on end as well but I don’t even bother t

o fix it.

Completely unashamed, I drag Ariana up to the counter.

“My wife loved it. We’ll take it all.”

19

When we get home, Vin deposits all the bags in my room and comes back out. He was extremely cheerful all the way home meanwhile I’m still walking bowlegged after being pounded against the wall.

I’m not sure how I lost control of that situation but I have to own it. That was a complete disaster. It was hot as hell, obviously, but it’s not what I expected to happen. The point of that little shopping excursion was to torment him. I’d figured he’d make up an excuse to leave after the first hour, claiming a work emergency or a water main break at his brother’s penthouse or a sudden urge to get a dental cleaning.

Instead he’d turned the entire situation on its head. I’ll never think of shopping the same way again.

Damn it.

Maybe I should have put more thought into this plan. I didn’t consider last night that Vin is as unpredictable as I am. There’s no way I could have guessed he’d be so into the whole hubby and wifey thing. Really into it. I shift in my seat. My pussy is still tingling.

Maybe I’m going about this all wrong. In retrospect I can see how that shopping scenario might be a tad too close to a porno scene. Of course he’d taken it there. He’s a guy. I’d given him the perfect opening by undressing in a room a few feet away from him.

I won’t make that mistake again.

No, I need to remind him of the annoying, everyday stuff that comes with living with someone. The stuff that’s impossible to romanticize.

I glance over at Vin. He’s just gotten comfortable on the other end of the couch. He leans back and stretches his legs out. His head falls back on the cushion with a huge sigh. He’s probably tired from all that walking. I can relate because my feet are killing me.

I bet the last thing he wants to do right now is get up.

“Vin? Sweetums?”

He grunts.

“Can you get me a glass of water?”