“I’m not.” I blushed. “But is it appropriate? We kind of need to be here, don’t we?”
His lips pressed against my ear. “I just watched you dance and move around all afternoon. Your ass has had my eyes glued to it most of the day. I think it would be more inappropriate to finger you in front of the entire pack.”
I was at a loss for words. I felt his fingers tighten on my thigh. “So, shall we go home so I can take this outfit off and have you the way I want you?”
I nodded. “Yes, let’s.”
“Alright,” Brandon said loudly. “Jade and I are heading home.”
“Already?” Kaleb asked. “We just started the fire.”
“Yeah, Ilsa is going to be dropped off, and it’s pretty late.”
“I thought your mom was watching her?” Asher asked.
“She’s got a cold,” Brandon lied. I smirked, suddenly giddy to get home. We grabbed our stuff and hurried back to the car.
I felt his hand land on my thigh as soon as I was buckled, and he squeezed. I felt hot suddenly, and he smirked. “We will have the entire house to ourselves.”
I swallowed, glancing down at his hand. His thumb rubbed circles, slowly creeping up further. I squirmed in my chair. Brandon’s smirk remained, his fingers sliding up my dress, going over the material of my underwear. His fingers curled in slightly, rubbing right over my clit.
I sucked in air, my fingers grabbing at my seat. I felt like I was going to erupt in fire.
“Eight blocks before we are home,” he cooed like he wasn’t doing this on purpose.
I curled my toes, digging the palms of my hands into my seat. I held back a moan, biting hard onto my cheek. I felt my nipples harden under my bra suddenly; the material was too tight.
“Six blocks.” I found my stomach lurch as his fingers tugged at my underwear, his fingers sliding under it. My eyes snapped shut as he slid a finger inside. My head hit the headrest, and I inhaled slowly.
“Four blocks.” His words were a taunt, and his fingers moved a little quicker.
“Two blocks.”
I felt my fingers bite into the seat, suddenly panting for air. I was getting close, and just by his rubbing in a certain motion. I moaned louder, softly biting hard onto my lip. I felt that sensation growing, slowly creeping over my entire body.
I felt the car jerk to a stop, and I realized we had parked in front of the house. Brandon looked at me, his hand pulled up, cupping my face. He kissed me roughly, his tongue sliding over mine in a perfect dance. I grabbed at his clothes, feeling unable to control myself.
He broke the kiss just as quickly as he started it, and I found myself whining. He chuckled as he pulled back. He hopped out of the car and rounded it. By the time I had managed to pull myself together, he had already opened the door. Brandon hoisted me out, throwing me over his arm and slapping my ass hard.
I yelped as heat coursed through my veins. Brandon helped me into the house and up the stairs. I felt my stomach dip knowing what was coming.
He took me straight into the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed. He yanked off his shirt, wasting no time as he pulled at my dress. I pulled at his pants, kicking my sandals off as I did. I wanted his body pressed against mine.
Brandon grabbed my hands, pinning them above my head as he kissed me. I moaned, feeling wetness between my legs. I always found myself soaking for him, whether he was touching me or he was just gazing at me from across the room. My body responded.
I felt his finger slide between my legs once more, and two fingers entered me. I moaned loudly as his teeth raked over my neck. I panted for air, feeling him stretching me. He moved his fingers up, hitting exactly where I needed.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to behave myself?” he asked, his tongue sliding over my breast, his fingers twisting at my nipples. “You were a little taunt, and you know it. You were waving your ass all afternoon. You have no idea how hard it was for me not to yank your dress up and fuck you in front of everyone.”
I buckled up, finding myself so close to coming apart. “I’m sorry.”
He laughed. “No, you’re not. You’re only saying that because you want to come.”
Brandon pulled his cock free, rubbing his hands over it. I watched the way his fingers rolled over his cock.
I batted my eyes at him and offered him my pitiful smile. “How about I show you how sorry I am first.”
This caused him to pause. His fingers loosened on mine, which gave me a moment to slide them free. I reached out, wrapping my hand around his cock, and I watched his nostrils flare. “You always have liked my mouth.”
