Prairie wraps her arm around my neck and lays her head back on my chest. Wrapping my arms around her waist, we move in unison.
Back and forth, back and forth, we rock and sway. I can hear the music around us, and the other people in the room laughing and talking, but I don’t hear the words.
All I hear is the beat of my heart in my chest. It’s pounding hard, forcing blood down into my cock as she rubs her ass harder against me. The sharp edge of her nails rake up through my hair, twisting and tugging as she nuzzles her face against my neck.
“Hey,” she whispers into my ear, “it’s getting hot in here, want to go outside?”
I don’t answer, I just take her hand and lead her from the living room, through the kitchen and out the sliding back doors. The cool night air hits my face, chilling the sweat that’s dripping down the center of my back.
The back patio is packed with people, so I look around for a quiet spot to take her. Noticing the pool house, I pull her around the edge of the in-ground pool, stepping over empty cups, and pushed over lawn furniture.
The pool house is dark, so I’m pretty sure no one else is inside. Prairie’s fingers tighten around mine, and that only intensifies my drive to get her alone.
I want her just for me. No one else nearby, no one else’s eyes prying, just the two of us. That’s my perfect night.
We walk to the door, and Prairie snuggles up close behind me as I test the knob. It’s open, and I give it a little push. The glass door swings inward, and a rush of warm air spills out.
Stepping inside, I reach back and take her hand to pull her in with me. Prairie steps in behind me with a little resistance. “Is it all right for us to come in here? Chad won’t mind, will he?”
“Probably not, but he doesn’t need to know. No one needs to know.” I look back at her and smirk, but her eyes are unsure.
I know right then that she isn’t a girl who gets in trouble. The innocence is real.
“It’s fine, he’s got a hoard of kids tearing up the inside of his house, I don’t think he gives two shits about us back here.”
“True,” she says with a smile as she coasts past me, exploring the fancy pool room.
There’s a large, white leather couch that wraps one side of the wall of windows. A round glass coffee table with iron legs is in front of the couch, with a small stack of magazines on top.
Prairie takes a few steps into the center of the room and turns around to face me. “So this is what it’s like to have money, huh?”
“Who gives a shit what this guy has, it means nothing when you think about it.”
She nods her head and drops down on the couch. “What does it mean then?” she asks, running her hands across the back of the couch. “What do you see here if you don’t see money?”
“I’ll tell you what I see.” With long sweeping steps, I’m standing over her. “I see a girl worth more than anything in this damn room, sitting on a fancy leather couch.” Leaning down, I sink my palms into the top of the couch cushion.
Her eyes are large in the darkness, still sparkling as they catch bits of light from the outside patio. She’s biting her bottom lip, her breathing picking up as I bring my face closer to hers.
Taking a thin lock of her hair, I twirl it around my finger. “I see the prettiest damn girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Prairie sucks in a ragged breath as my lips touch hers with the weight of a feather. I can feel her heat as she exhales. It rolls across my mouth and over my cheeks, and I breathe her in, wanting to feel her any way I can.
On my skin. In my lungs. In my blood. All I want is to feel her.
Her eyes are frozen on mine, her lips trembling as I tease her mouth with the tip of my tongue. I feel her tongue as she meets mine, it’s wet and warm and I can’t stop myself. Sucking her tongue into my mouth, I deepen the kiss as I dig my hand into her hair and pull her head back.
Prairie groans into my mouth as her back arches off the couch, pressing her tits against my chest. Running my hand up her belly, I pinch her hard nipple through her dress.
Our tongues tangle, dancing around each other as I start to taste the alcohol in the back of her throat. Breaking our kiss, I let out a frustrated breath.