“Wait.”
The fear in her voice has me ripping my hand away, my gaze sweeping back and forth to locate any possible threats. “What?”
“What if Ben sees?” She covers her mouth. “Oh shit! What if he saw what you did earlier?”
“I fucking hope so.”
She shifts on my lap to look at me with a frown. “Xavier.”
“Ben knows that you’re mine. The faster you tell him you don’t feel the same way as he does, the faster he’ll move on.”
She sighs. “I know, but that doesn’t mean I want him to see me with you. And I sure as hell don’t want to see him naked, doing some nasty shit and burning my retinas.”
“Fair enough, but none of that is going to stop me from touching you.”
I go back to stroking her nipple, drawing lazy circles until her chest begins to heave.
“Xavier, what if someone I know sees me?”
“They’re too busy getting off.”
She glances at the people around us. A woman nearby is riding the recruit on the floor, her tits are bouncing as she slides up and down. Another woman is sucking a guy’s dick like it’s a popsicle.
I nuzzle Delilah’s neck and kiss the sensitive spot just behind her ear to bring her attention back to me. “You don’t have to worry. Your dress hides everything. No one knows if I’m playing with your clit or if you’re riding my cock. And if they did, I wouldn’t give a fuck as long as they can’t see your pretty pussy. That’s for my eyes only.”
A soft groan escapes her. She shifts on my lap again, her ass brushing against my crotch, and my dick jumps. Fuck, that feels good.
I slide my hand under the voluminous material of her dress and grip her thigh, the skin soft beneath my touch.
“What are you going to do?” she whispers, her voice husky.
“Take what’s mine.”
Her eyelids flutter closed. I drag the tip of my index finger along her slit, spreading the dampness I find there, and then rub the digit over her clit. She leans closer, the movement subtle, barely noticeable, and yet the action causes my heart to thump against my ribcage.
My girl wants to play, and I’m fucking ready.
Chapter 23
DELILAH
My focus has narrowed down to just Xavier.
His words.
His touch.
His taste.
I don’t care about anyone or anything around us, not anymore. The moment he slips his finger inside my pussy, the rest of the world ceases to exist.
I lean into him, seeking comfort and safety, his presence and protection. Xavier is the one constant I can always count on, no matter the circumstance.
“That’s it, bride,” he whispers. “Open yourself for me.”
He’s coaxing me, drawing me deeper into a trancelike state. My skin is aflame, the heat licking its way over my body, igniting every cell and setting me ablaze. He’s a wildfire that’s consuming me, and I’m more than willing to get burned.
I rock against his hand, seeking more friction, needing him deeper. My movements are slow, tentative at first because of my nearly-healed stab wound. But when there’s no discomfort, I pick up my pace, grinding down on his fingers until I’m breathing hard.
