She didn’t tell him she wanted to come, though all she could think about was sinking onto his thick, hard cock and riding him until they both exploded. She couldn’t make out the singer’s words any longer – could hear the woman’s voice but simply could not decipher the words. Everything had narrowed to the hand between her legs. Leah relaxed, she had to. Had to breathe in, deep. Had to let her body’s tension ease a little, else this tension start to hurt.
Brandon’s fingers moved expertly on her, and every time she skated to the edge, he eased off. Leah let her head fall back, onto his shoulder. He kissed her cheek. She shifted on the seat and went with the overwhelming pleasure.
‘Now,’ she said. ‘Oh, God, Brandon. Now.’
Or maybe she didn’t speak. Maybe he just knew. But at that moment his pace quickened, just enough. His fingers tweaked and stroked and eased her into orgasm. Her body shook with it, though she did her best to keep still. He cupped her cunt, the heel of his palm pressing her clit.
‘Fuck, yes,’ he said into her ear. ‘I can feel you coming …’
The tremors subsided, but she wasn’t finished. Hell, no. Leah shifted to look at him and caught her breath.
‘I want to fuck you,’ she said.
‘Now?’
‘Now.’
He looked around at the table, and the crowd. ‘Leah …’
She gripped his hand, already sliding out of the booth, going God knew where. ‘We’ll find a place.’
19
DIX COULDN’T TEAR his eyes from her ass. More specifically, the way the hem of that short red dress fluttered up, showing the tantalising strip of skin on her upper thighs, just below the curves of her ass cheeks.
Kate was so unbelievably sexy. He loved it when she dressed up like this. Her hair was down and styled to look like she’d tumbled from bed. Big curls tousled around her face accented her eyes and that mouth.
The dress fit her like a second skin except for that little flounce at the hem which allowed for the fabulous show of leg. Shoes, delicate and very high, wrapped around her feet, giving her about three inches of height and the toes matched the same red as the dress, her fingernails and the slash of luscious colour on her lips.
The song told him to shake his tambourine and get a whistle but he only wanted to blow one thing and it wasn’t a whistle. He licked suddenly dry lips as she lost herself in the music, her hips switching back and forth, those juicy tits bouncing just enough to make him harder than he’d been for at least an hour.
The room was packed, even so, he didn’t complain when she moved closer, her ass now sliding from side to side over the aforementioned very hard cock. He saw lights behind eyes he had to close for a moment because the sensation was so fucking good.
Her arms went up around his neck, arching her back. The R&B shifted into a harder hard-driving techno song, one he recognised from the Blade movie. In unison, the room began to pump with the bass line, surging back and forth, up and down like the tide. The lights flashed and her scent filled his nose.
His hands had come to rest on her waist but he slid them up a bit, his thumbs resting just at the bottom curve of her breasts. Higher, just a bit, and he flicked his thumbs up over her nipples. They sprang to life and his cock answered their siren call. Ridiculous how in tune he was with this woman.
The sexual tension coiled between them, he could taste her want on his tongue, smell it, feel it on her skin as she rubbed herself over him like a cat. Sex personified, but graceful too. Each time she flipped her head and her hair moved, his body answered, cells wanting to surge forwards, wanting to claim her in the most primal way.
The room was a bacchanal, dancing, singing, drinking, the sticky-sweet scent of marijuana curling around them every few minutes. People made out every few feet, hands roamed over bodies on the dance floor as it swallowed them to the thump of the techno bass beat.
His teeth found the back of her neck, biting down just enough to let her know he was there, just enough to let her know he was imagining what the clasp of her pussy would feel like around him as he fucked her.
‘You’re so ridiculously sexy. You know I can see into the bodice of that dress every few movements right? I can see the curve of your tits and I want to put my mouth on them. I want to put my cock between them. I want to play with your nipples until you scream at me to make you come,’ he whispered.
He knew she heard him when she shivered but just moments later, she spun quickly and pushed him back. He let her lead them into a corner of the room, shadowed by the lights, the railing and the walls. With the heels, she was his height and his hands automatically moved to cup her ass as she snuggled into his body.
‘Christ, you feel good,’ she murmured, nuzzling his neck.
‘The feeling, darling Katherine, is entirely mutual. In case you missed my cock prodding into your belly and all.’ To underline that, he rolled his hips, grinding into her, very much liking the intake of breath that made her delectable mouth shape into an O of surprised pleasure.
And then she spun again, her body maintaining some sort of contact with his as she danced, writhing against him with sensual abandon. Her hair covered her face as the flash, flash, flash of the lights provided a show against her body in the otherwise dark of the corner.
A server passed nearby and she
