“Oh, God, Tegan,” she whimpers. I love all the sounds she makes, but hearing my name come from her lips in that sexy whimper has all my blood rushing to my cock, filling it up, and making it unbelievably hard.
I slide my finger in her a few times, then pull it out, only to add another. My thumb goes to her clit, and I manipulate it at the same time I fuck her with my fingers.
“Shit,” she mutters on a moan. “One of the men is looking our way.”
I slide my glasses up and look away from her just long enough to see that the man standing at the edge of the pond is indeed looking over at us. He notices my eyes on him, jerks his head away, but then brings it back a second later. I keep my expression neutral, silently letting him know it’s okay to look. I want his eyes on Willow. Most men would be jealous and angry that another man’s looking at his woman. But me? Willow’s mine, and I know that. She’ll be coming home with me tonight. I like showing men something they desperately want, but don’t have.
When I bring my eyes back to Willow, she has hers closed.
“Open your eyes. I want you to watch him as he watches you.”
She releases a shaky breath, then opens her eyes. I slide the skirt up a bit further, not enough to completely expose her, but enough to give a glimpse of her sweet pussy to the man. Willow cries out softly when I slam my fingers back inside her. The way we’re positioned, it’s harder to push my fingers in deep, so they only go in halfway.
“The other man’s watching,” she pants.
“What is he doing?” I ask as I rub the stubble of my beard up her neck.
It takes her a minute to answer. “He’s umm… He has his book in his lap with his hand underneath it. I think… I think he’s playing with himself.”
“I bet he’s wishing it was his hand underneath your skirt.” I curl my finger inside her and meet the spongy flesh inside. She lets out another soft cry, this one a bit louder. I look around to make sure we’re still alone. “Or better yet,” I say, when I look back at her, “I bet he’s imagining bending you over this bench and fucking you raw.” I thumb her clit a bit harder. “I’m so fucking hard for you, Willow. I want to strip you bare and have you straddle my cock until you’re full of me, right here in front of those two men. I want them to hear you scream my name.”
Her breathless whimpers have my balls tightening up. I push back the need to yank her onto my bare cock and focus on bringing her to orgasm. As much as I want to take her right here, there’s still too much daylight, and while there’s only a handful of people scattered about, there’s still a good chance someone that won’t appreciate our display may come along and report us. The last thing I want is for Willow to get a ticket or spend a night in jail.
Willow’s soft cries come louder and louder with each breath and it’s obvious she’s past the point of realizing how loud she’s being. I look over at the two men across the lake. The one fishing has dropped his fishing pole and is outright gawking at us. I smirk at him. The book sitting on the other guy’s lap is bouncing up and down furiously.
I look at Willow to find her head tipped back, eyes closed, and mouth open. Using the arm on the bench behind her, I reach around and put my hand over her mouth. My fingers inside her attack her G-spot and my thumb works overtime on her clit. Her eyes fly open, her fingernails dig in to my forearm, and my hand muffles her pleasure-filled cries. I swear I almost lose it at the intense look of desire on her face as her walls grip my fingers and she climaxes all over my hand.
“Fuck me,” I groan. “It’s sexy as fuck watching you come.”
She sags back in my arms and turns her head my way. I lean down and settle my lips over hers. I kiss her softly and slowly, because I worry if I devour her mouth like I want to, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking her.
“That was so damn hot,” she says quietly when I pull back.
I swipe my thumb across her clit one more time before I pull my fingers from her and bring them to my lips. “Fuck yeah, it was.” Her eyes flare when I slip the fingers in my mouth and suck off her flavor. She loves when I do that.
Neither of us looks over to the guys across the pond as I pull down her skirt, grab her hand, and walk with her back to my truck.