When he connects with my dick, I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder as he starts to get me off. But it’s not fast. No, he takes his time, savoring it. Bringing me right to the edge before ebbing away, like the flow of the songs around us.
“Cade,” I murmur, and he kisses his way across my neck. “Please.”
My words are lost in the thumping music, but he must sense how desperate I am. Because this time, he doesn’t let up, just continues his strokes until I’m crying out and spilling into his hand.
I sag against him, and he nibbles on my ear. I can’t see him, but I know he’s smiling.
“I think I got it all. Good thing you’re wearing loose pants, or else you’d have made a mess.”
“Fuck,” I murmur as he brings his hand to his mouth and laps at it.
Oh my god, I think when he finally pulls his wet hand away from his mouth and takes something from a guard to wipe his hand. I blush at the fact that they obviously know what we were doing, but then again, I’m sure they’re paid well.
And I’m sure they’ve seen worse.
I feel the press of Cade’s thick cock against my ass, and I wiggle against it.
“If I could take you right here, I would,” he says, and then angles my head slightly and kisses me. “But I’ll just wait till we get to the car.”
I whimper in frustration, drawing a chuckle from him. “Don’t worry, butterfly. I’ll make it worth the wait.”
I kiss him roughly, thrusting my tongue into his mouth until he pulls away from me and continues singing.
He stays hard the rest of the concert, my ass rocking back against his dick, driving him crazy. If he’s making me wait, then I’m going to make sure he’s suffering as much as I am.
Not that it’s really suffering for either of us. We both know it’s so much hotter to tease each other like this. We don’t need to worry about not having enough time.
Both of us know this is forever. Cade is the one good thing that can never be taken from me. I think he’s crazy enough to fight even death itself if it got him back at my side.
I couldn’t be happier about it. About us. About him.
Once the concert is over, it feels like forever until we reach the car. All it takes is a heated look, and Cade is pushing me up against the nearest surface. We make out against walls, a pillar, random people’s cars, and even the side of a food truck. Our hands are pawing at eachother’s clothes, desperately trying to access whatever skin we can find. The way we’re grinding against each other is obscene, especially given the crowds around us.
I don’t think either of us cares.
“Need you, butterfly,” he grunts, pausing to nip at my bottom lip. “So badly.”
“Yes,” I gasp back as he tweaks my nipple. “Hurry.”
His pupils are blown with lust. Taking my hand in his, he marches in the direction of the car with new determination. He goes so fast that I stumble, and his hold on my hand is all that stops me from hitting the ground.
Cade slams to a stop with a curse. “Shit, sorry, butterfly. Here.”
I let out a squeal as he flings me over his shoulder. My ass is high in the air as he strides purposefully through the crowds.
Several people giggle as they see us, but I ignore them. More than one guy sighs wistfully as they see Cade carrying me like this.
That makes my chest swell. That’s right. This hot, irresistible man is carrying me because he can’t wait a second longer to be inside me.
And he’s all mine.
When we get to the car, Cade opens the back door. “In here, butterfly.”
“Fuck yes.” All the windows in his SUV are tinted. We can get up to whatever we want, and no one passing by will know.
Unless we rock the car too much. Meh. It’s only an issue if someone calls the cops, and even that won’t cause any real problems.
The Firm cleans up worse on a daily basis.
