“You like that, babe? You want more?” I tug on her hair a little harder.
“Yes, give it to me,” she demands, pushing her hips back against me.
Outside the bus, I hear noise in the parking lot. “TA’s done. They’re leaving the club. They’re going to be here any minute now.”
“Oh, Adam, hurry,” she squeaks.
I reach around and find her clit. She releases another one of those throaty moans.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful. Come for me, babe.”
She does, convulsing and squeezing me until I let go, too. She’s so responsive. We’re in sync, making beautiful, lust-filled music.
Reluctantly, I withdraw. My come coats her lips, her thighs. It’s an erotic sight that I’d like to preserve forever. I dip a finger in the creamy mixture, drag it upward, painting her ass with my mark. “I don’t suppose you would let me take a picture.”
“No. Don’t you dare.” She reaches behind to bat at me.
I sigh and grab a towel from the sink. The one good thing about close quarters is that everything’s within reach. I wipe her up, towel myself off, and toss the used terrycloth in the drawer where I keep all my dirty clothes and shit.
By the time I get back to the table, Landry’s sitting primly with her legs crossed and her hands folded in front of her.
“You look like you just robbed a bank,” I tell her.
She raises a hand to her forehead. There’s a slight tremble to it that fills me with a sense of satisfaction “Really? I was going for innocent victim.”
I pull a beer out of the fridge. “Want one?” She shakes her head. ?
??Victim of what?”
“Victim of a big dicking,” she says wickedly.
I spit out my beer in surprise. “Nice, champ. Real nice.”
She laughs. “I can be saucy when I want to.”
“I know it, babe.” I lean forward to kiss her just as Ian pops his head inside the bus. I pretend like I’m brushing something off her forehead and mutter, “I hate this.”
“I know,” she whispers back. But even as she says it, she scoots out of my reach. “Hey, Ian.”
He shakes his head. “One of these days you two are going to get caught. In the bathroom, really?”
“Shut the fuck up,” I reply, grabbing a beer and tossing it to him. “You and Berry had sex everywhere, twice.”
“Yeah, but that’s our thing,” he says. “Didn’t know it was yours.”
Landry shakes her head vehemently side to side. “Not my thing, particularly when it’s Davis walking in.”
“You sure?” I give her an appraising glance.
Anyone could walk in here right now. She’d clenched so tight around me that she nearly cut off my blood circulation.
“Very sure,” she says firmly.
I guess she liked the thought of it, which is fine. Exhibitionism has never been my thing.
“How was TA?” I ask Ian.
“They’re losing their crowd. They ended up playing ‘Destiny’s Here again.”