He lifts his hips, his cock bumping against me as he does, and I pull his pants down over his ass, down as far as I can reach. The sight of his knot swelling has my pussy clenching. That’s out of the question tonight. Unless of course he’s going to walk out of here knot deep and bare assed with me clinging to him like a freaking monkey.
And the fact that the idea of that doesn’t completely turn me off tells me how fucking gone I am for this man. It should scare me. But right now, all I feel is lust and need as they fill me in equal measure.
“Elliott, I need you,” I breathe as I flex against him again. The only thing separating us is my panties.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says, his fingers curling and tugging—hard—on the flimsy fabric. They tear away from me, and he drops them to the couch next to us. He pushes my dress up higher around my hips, and I wrap my hand around his cock to guide him into my folds.
“I don’t need new ones,” I reply with a gasp as his head spreads me wide, sliding through my slick easily.
“Protection?” he asks, his eyes on mine.
Wordlessly, I shake my head. The heat suppressants work as a type of birth control. And I need to feel him against me bare.
Angling my hips, I move to encourage him to slip inside, completely focused on where his crown nudges against myentrance. He’s large. Even with my slick, it feels as if he’s filling me beyond what I can handle. A whimper falls from my lips as I attempt to take all of him.
He purrs and holds me still, lifting his hips a little and then retreating in the smallest movements. “That’s it, buttercup, take me just like that. Fuck you squeeze me so fucking nice. Just a little more—Fuck—yes, squeeze me, baby.”
Holy shit.
“I don’t think I can take you,” I say as he works another inch into me, pulling out slightly only to push back in. “Elli?—”
“You’re made for me, you’ve got this, Lilah,” he says, his voice tight as he focuses on pushing deeper.
My fingers curl into his shoulders as my entire body tingles as he hits a spot inside of me with his next thrust. “Oh, do that again,” I beg, and he does, making the tingles turn into something more, the sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
He guides me on him, flexing his fingers into my hips to encourage me to take over. His knot is at my entrance, and I can’t even imagine being spread that wide. Of being locked to him for hours. Yet part of me craves it.
I squeeze around him, almost on instinct, and he lets out a low growl that doeseverythingto me. It makes me want to bare my throat and submit to him in a way I’ve never submitted to anyone before.
The sounds our bodies make as I ride him would be embarrassing if I wasn’t so far gone. His fingers tighten on my hips as he encourages me to move faster at the same time he thrusts off of the couch seeking his own release as he shoves me off the cliff into mine.
I shatter.
Falling to pieces.
Only vaguely aware of the way my pussy has him in a death grip, attempting to demand his own orgasm from him.
His cock jerks, releasing so much cum I can feel it start to slip out with each of his thrusts, before he sinks so deep I’m sure we can’t get much closer without a knot. He presses soft kisses to my temple before pressing his forehead against mine.
“That—” he breathes.
“Was an amazing quickie,” I say with a light laugh. “Shit, they are going to wonder where we are.”
“Miles and Rafe will keep them preoccupied,” he says, dropping a soft kiss to my lips.
He flexes inside of me, and my walls clench around him as a low moan works its way out of my throat.
“The fact your pussy is going to be leaking my cum the rest of the night with no barrier to stop it is going to keep me hard the rest of the fucking night.”
My stomach dips at the possessive edge to his tone. And the idea of him coating my thighs while I dance on the dance floor—or do what passes for dancing anyway—makes me want to fuck him all over again. Hell, it makes me want to throw my suppressants into the trash and ride out the heat that will be triggered with him.
“Keep talking like that and we will never leave this room.”
“Mmmmm, I like the sound of that,” he purrs.
I can’t believe we just had sex in a club, on a group date. Yet, I don’t want to take it back. Every single moment felt right. But we need to get back; being found like this is definitely not something I want.
I slowly lift myself off his lap, feeling the loss of his warmth immediately. His hands instinctively tighten on my hips, a soft groan escaping his lips as he tries to pull me back down.
