“You know what’s delicious?”
“You better say food or so help me God.”
I chuckle, inserting a second finger before scissoring them inside her. And fuck, she feels amazing. Warm. Tight. We’ve done this before, but there’s something about doing it in public that makes it all the more sweeter. More dangerous.
I groan against her hair and her walls tighten, her pussy sucking me in.
“Fuck. I’m definitely not thinking about food. Though I would like nothing more than to eat your pus—”
“You’re not playing fair.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no. Don’t stop.”
At her desperate plea, I buck my aching cock into her ass and drag my thumb over her clit, feeling the bud harden. She moans then bites her lip, though she needn’t worry. It was barely audible over the party noise.
“I’m going to get you back for this,” she rasps, wriggling as I increase the pressure, curling my fingers to rub her walls.
“I can’t wait.”
She clenches around me, and I’m just about to tell her to come when Cade sits opposite us, groaning as he slams down his drink. “She didn’t come. Bianca promised she’d be here and she didn’t come.”
Another day. Another girl. But while his choice of words are laughable in this present situation, I freeze in panic, my fingers still inside Blair, my thumb on her clit while her brother whines about his love life.
“Maybe she’s running late,” Blair says, comforting him, now fully playing her part. Acting the innocent girl and caring sister that he believes her to be.
It takes me longer than it should to register what’s happening, and I quickly remove my fingers, subtly wiping them on my jeans. Blair jolts at my abrupt withdrawal but continues talking as though nothing’s going on.
We sit like that for a second, until she spins to face Cade and leans forward, rocking her soaked pussy against the bulge in my jeans. My balls tighten, and a bolt of electricity travels the length of my cock.
I’d say this is my payback right now.
“Blair,” I warn, my whisper barely loud enough to be audible, but when she rolls her hips again, I know she heard me.
I bite back a groan and when she reaches between us and squeezes my length, I lose it.
“I’ve gotta go.” Grabbing her waist, I lift her just enough to shift her to the bench seat beside me, then hightail it out of there, pissed off with myself just as much as her.
I slam through the back door, beelining for the shed near the fence, needing a moment to compose myself. Maybe a release if I’m being honest. But I deserve the blue balls.
What was she playing at?
God. I shouldn’t be questioning what the hell Blair was doing… What about me?
What did I think was going to happen when she came? Feeling her arousal coating my fingers was likely to set me off and—
“What the hell was that?” Blair appears out of nowhere, her anger clear in the darkness.
“Me? You were talking to Cade while rubbing your pussy against my cock. And you think I’m the one in the wrong?”
“You dumped me on the chair and stormed off. Talk about suspicious.”
“Your brother’s drunk. He won’t remember that.”
“Then why did he comment? His exact words were, ‘What’s his problem? You sit on him all the time.’”
Fuck. “Did you tell him my problem?”
