‘I think having them as big as hers would be uncomfortable. I hear you lose nipple sensation with implants. I’d never want that. This place isn’t that bad. Did you have a lap dance? I forgot to ask.’
‘Don’t forget to breathe when you’re talking. No. I’m saving my innocence for you. By the by, just how much did you drink at that club?’ he asked, amused.
‘Enough to mock, but not so much as to get mean. It’s a fine line. And it wasn’t a strip club. Look at her up there. You can see the lips of her pussy. These ladies get nekkid all the way. The guys at the show tonight didn’t show peen. They undulated around. Pretended to be gay, some pretended to be straight. But they kept their tight boy shorts on. Or their tiny Speedo dealies. Whatever. Anyway, none of them was you. None of them made my body tingle just thinking about that thing you do with your tongue when you’re licking my clit. That little flutter you do.’ Putting her drink aside she stood and moved to stand in front of him. The body part in question right at mouth level. ‘Sends me over the edge. Every. Time.’
He skimmed his palms up over the muscles of her calves, higher, grabbing two handfuls of her ass, hauling her forwards to inhale. The sweet spice of her pussy met his senses. Around them, the lights flickered and something slow with a heavy bass beat pounded. She tunnelled her fingers through his hair and when he looked up, her head was tipped back as her body was offered up to him.
One of his hands slid up her belly and she opened her eyes and tipped her head forwards to look. So much desire there, raw, on the surface. It snagged her, caught her breath and pulled a gasp from low in her gut.
‘No one like you,’ Dix murmured. ‘And you’re all mine.’ His soft laughter caressed her skin and she shivered.
‘I want to see your face when I slide my cunt over your cock.’ She lowered herself over his lap slowly, rolling her hips to underline what she’d just told him. Sensation jarred her, jangled her nerves as she ground her swollen, wet pussy over the edge of his cock through his jeans.
‘And I want to see your face when you come. Right here in the open with all these men watching you. They are, you know. There’s a table just to my left, two of the men are looking at you, looking at your nearly bare ass as you rub yourself on me. And they can’t have you. They’ll go back to their rooms, or maybe even get a lap dance and think about you.’
She dug her fingertips into the chair above his shoulders, her breath hitching as orgasm began to ride through her system. She was going to come right there as he watched her, as others watched her and fuck if it wasn’t hot.
‘When did this exhibitionistic streak – oh, Christ, that felt good – develop, darling Kate?’
‘In the parking garage that day with you. With your fingers in my cunt. Even though we nearly got caught. It – oh my God …’ She had to stop, pushing climax away for a bit longer.
‘You’re going to kill me.’ The strain in his voice was clear. ‘But it’ll be a beautiful death after I embarrass myself by coming in my pants like a fourteen-year-old after touching a nipple for the first time.’
She laughed, swooping down to kiss him. ‘I doubt you were as old as fourteen. I’m sure you were groping girls years before that.’ Another kiss to the spot between his eyes. ‘I love you so much. I love this. I love that I can be all that I am with you.’
The levity on his face softened, changed, deepened and the corresponding tug in her belly, in her heart made her eyes burn.
‘Pretty, darling Kate, you’re everything. I want you with me all the time. Can’t you see that?’
She nodded.
His thumbs brushed the seam where thigh met body and she stuttered a breath. ‘Touching is extra.’ She smirked down at him and began to ride him again.
‘Since I can’t grope you, I want you to imagine my mouth on you. Licking your nipples, biting them until you gasp. Kissing down your belly. Spreading you wide and licking your pussy. Slow at first until you beg. I like hearing you all impatient and demanding. I like it even more when that dissolves beneath the need to come and you whimper for it.’
Kate liked that too. Liked it when he tortured her until, when he finally made her come, it hit her so hard everything inside her went molten and time seemed to stop just a moment until it all hurtled over her, submerging her until all she knew was him.
But she didn’t have the patience for that. She wanted to come. Heard the men nearby murmuring, heard the movement of the people all around them, knew there was a woman on the stage undulating, emanating blatant sexual promise. And here she was delivering it.
‘I’m so fucking hot for you. I want to slam you back to that table behind us and fuck you right here and now.’
She levered forwards, grinding harder, moving on him to angle the pressure where she wanted it and putting her tits right in his face. A guttural sound broke from her lips when he laved over the curve of her breast, wet and warm.
With her mouth near his ear, she murmured, ‘I’m going to come now, Charles. Wet and hot, my clit against your cock through your jeans. Oh, God yes. I’m imagining your mouth on me, your hands all over my body as I, oh …’ And it broke, hard and fast, sweeping through her as he whispered back, straining up to meet her body, to keep the pressure where she needed it to
