“Fuck, yeah,” he said, totally unabashed. “It’s hot as fuck.” He pressed his hips up, grinding his erection against her ass, and she let out a puff of air. “But this? It was there before they even got started. That came on the moment you walked into the room.”
She smiled. The man was good with the words.
The hand on her stomach slid downward at a snail’s pace. Reclined against his chest, she held her breath as he slipped his fingers behind the waistband of her skirt and into her panties, then farther until he encountered her shamefully wet pussy.
“Hmm,” he said in her ear. “I think you’re lying.”
Even though she knew exactly what he was talking about, hearing the accusation had her tensing all over.
“This sopping wet pussy tells me you like watching them quite a bit.” He circled her clit with a wet finger, and she bit her lower lip.
“I like your hands on me,” she replied as she wiggled her ass against his cock. Her heart raced. Not only did she like his hands on her, but she couldn’t believe the rush of excitement that consumed her at the thought of being in the open. Never would she have imagined she’d do something like this, yet she was practically ready to beg for it. The life she was living now was so far from her life in DC she barely recognized herself.
But damn if her current life didn’t feel spectacular in that moment.
Mav groaned. “Fuck, babe, I like hearing you say that shit.”
While the Screw and Honey show continued, Mav played with her pussy. Nothing that would get her off, just light strokes and teasing flicks designed to make her a pile of needy goo in no time.
In the next second, Screw shoved his pants to his ankles and fisted his dick in his hand, sliding a condom down his length. A large part of her wanted to look away. It felt strange, wrong, staring at another man’s cock just twenty feet away, but she couldn’t make her head turn, even as he pushed it into the Honey.
“Watch her take every inch of him,” Mav whispered as he slipped his middle finger inside her. “Look at her face. She fucking loves it.”
Stephanie moaned, the combination of the visual and physical stimulation overwhelmed her senses. Who knew she’d like watching so much? She could have been watching porn all these years. Although she had the suspicion the only reason she liked this was because of the man behind her.
Screw gripped the Honey’s hips and fucked her with hard, rapid strokes. Her fingers curled into the felt of the pool table, and her mouth dropped open. She had to be moaning, maybe even yelling, but the music was so loud Stephanie couldn’t hear a thing.
Inside her, Maverick worked his finger at a faster clip, mimicking Screw’s pounding. Sweat broke out across Steph’s forehead, and her breathscame in pants. She squirmed in his lap, unable to sit still. Any minute now, and she’d shatter into a million pieces.
Mav sucked her earlobe into his mouth then released it with a groan that sounded pained. “I need your pussy, babe,” he said in a gravel filled voice. “You gonna give it to me? You gonna be my wildcat?”
“Here?” she squeaked.
“Right fucking here. This ass has been rubbing all over my dick for ten minutes while we’ve been watching Screw fuck like a damn rabbit. I need inside you.”
She glanced around the room one last time. Screw and the Honey were still going strong, and everyone else was wrapped in their own business. No one even flicked a glance in their direction.
With a shaky breath, Stephanie squirmed her way around until she straddled Mav once again, but facing him this time. She rolled her hips against his length and stared straight into his eyes.
“Jesus,” he hissed, grabbing her hips and holding them tight against him. “Fucking killing me, babe.”
She ached for him and saw the same true need reflected back at her. Everything but Maverick disappeared. They could have been on a deserted island for all she cared at that moment. The only thing that mattered was feeling Maverick inside her and experiencing the intense connection she’d only ever found with him.
“Fuck me, Maverick,” she said. “Right here.”
“There’s my wildcat.”
IT WAS EVEN hotter than he’d fantasized, the mix of trepidation and lust in her eyes with desire winning out.
Her denim skirt had worked its way up over the curve of her hips as she’d done that cruel wiggle and spun in his lap. Now, all that separated them was a flimsy thong and his clothing. Getting straight to work, he unbuttoned his jeans, slid the zipper down, then shifted until the pipe he’d been rocking since Stephanie walked into the room was free and primed for action.