He feels protective over me.
My heart shouldn’t skip a beat over that, but…
Tense moments pass while the two of them have a silent standoff – no words need to be said between them, theirbody language and the hatred burning behind each of their eyes speak volumes more than any words could ever convey.
“I’ll call you,” I repeat, “I promise.”
Ethan barely gives me a second glance as he huffs, quickly turning his body away, and he heads for the stairs to the exit, his feet padding angrily against the floor as he moves.
My heart slams against my ribcage with the force of a malfunctioning jackhammer while Eric settles back into his seat. He reaches for me, grabbing onto my hips and lifting me like it’s nothing, settling me firmly onto his lap as if I belong there.
Part of me thinks that I do.
His tongue drags from my shoulder to the crook of my neck, and he brings his teeth to my skin with a gentle, but still firm, bite. “Sophia?”
“Noelle is my middle name,” I admit, closing my eyes at the contact of his teeth. “I didn’t want to give my real name to a one night stand.”
“How’d that one work out for ya?” He teases.
His hand trails over my thigh, the featherlight touch against my skin taunting and tormenting me, making me squirm. Through his jeans, I can feel his cock stiffen beneath me, and memories of our time together flood my mind.
“It didn’t,” I whimper as his hand rests between my legs, his fingers tracing lines over my pussy through my bodysuit in torturous precision.
This is my animal. The predator is ready to hunt his prey. He’s ready to lay claim to me.
Against my better judgment, I let my hips slowly rock against him, my ass grinding on his cock while forcing pressure against his fingertips. Those same fingers head for the hem of the bodysuit, slipping beneath it, and I hear a satisfied chuckle from Eric as he trails those fingers over my pussy, slipping between my lips.
“Getting in trouble gets you hot, huh,” he taunts. “Look at you, Sugar, you’re soaked.”
“No,” I pant, “I’ve been wet since you got here. Every night, as soon as I see you—”
I let out a moan as he slides a finger inside of me, curling it to meet my most sensitive spot, giving the perfect pressure in the most perfect rhythm, and I have to stop myself from clamping my thighs together, because I know that I shouldnotbe letting this happen.
But he knows my body so well; he knows exactly where to move, exactly how to pace himself, and exactly how much to give me to send me into orbit. It’s like while we were in Mexico, he wasn’t just fucking me; he wasmemorizingme from the inside out.
Withdrawing his finger, he moves to toy with my clit, running his fingers down either side of it and bringing them together to trace circles exactly where I need them before slipping the pair of them inside of me.
“This pussy’s still mine,” he reminds me with his mouth pressed to my ear. “Even if you’re lending it to someone else.”
I whimper, my breath growing heavy, and I rock my hips against him, earning a groan in response.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I pant.
“I already told you I’m not into edging,” he teases with a chuckle as he beckons pleasure closer from inside of me.
I reach behind me, grabbing onto his hip while I grind against him, biting my lip hard to keep from crying out – not that anyone but the bouncer near the stairs would be able to hear me, but I really would rather keep this as private as possible. This isn’t a client, this is…
“Eric,” I whine, the pressure inside of me building to an almost unbearable level.
His thumb meets my clit and I shatter in his grip, my body bucking with a loud moan, and my grip on him becomes vise-like.
While I come down, his fingers hook into my mouth, forcing me to suck them clean, and my tongue greets them asif they’re his cock, swirling around them with a loud moan while Eric bites down on my shoulder, breathing heavily.
I haven’t come like this since Mexico.
I shouldn’t have come at all.
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