In an instant, my fingers dig into her hips as I press my lips close to her ear.
“Don’t even think about it.”
She stiffens again, whispering back. “But they will know.”
“Fuck ‘em,” I growl louder, not even caring if my club brothers hear.
Abbey relaxes into me, my cock sinking all the way in again, and fuck, I have to hold my breath not to make a fucking sound that will give us away.
“Don’t you fuckers have somewhere better to be?” I snap, and Vender scoffs.
“Helina and Darla have trains running on them, making it a fucking competition to see how fast each guy can come and in the end, they are going to measure how much cum they can push out of them.”
Something about what Vender just said must turn my Angel on, because she grinds her clit against me as she rolls her hips, her breathing picking up.
“And that’s not something you fuckers want a piece of?”
“It’s Smitty…” Stocky mutters. “He’s turned it into a competition where he tries to come inside Celina each time someone else does, and I’m fucked if I want to watch him make it about himself again.”
My brows hitch at Stocky’s words and the way the others all nod.
Shit. Smitty is losing too much respect. What the fuck is wrong with him lately?
Not wanting my Angel to dry up to discussions about Smitty, I change the subject.
“Did Darla gag enough for you, Murf?”
And there it is, a gush of heat over my cock and leaking out the sides. I’m so fucking stiff inside her that it’s impossible not to feel every little movement she makes, including the way her panting breaths are getting faster.
Is my wife going to come? While other people are around?
Fuck if I don’t love the idea of that.
I don’t necessarily want them to see her, and they can’t see anything of her right now, other than her head, but fuck, would it turn her on if they knew what she was doing right now? I’m pretty sure knowing Riggs knew what we were doing added to her pleasure yesterday.
“She’s one of the best gaggers I’ve had,” Murf admits, moving his hand to his crotch. “Fuck, now I’m getting hard again.”
The guys laugh, and Abbey shifts a little like she needs more friction, so I slide my hand around to her arse again, using the wetness coating her folds and the base of my shaft to lube up my digit, and slip it back inside her tight puckered rose.
She moans into my neck, loud enough that Stocky hears, but I don’t look at him, pretending like I don’t have a fucking clue what that noise was.
It’s suddenly a fucking inferno under this blanket, and sweat starts to coat our skin as she subtly rolls her hip and presses back against my finger as I ease it in and out of her arse.
“Fuck, you filled her mouth with cum,” Trigger snickers. “How much did you shoot down her throat?”
Abbey’s little thrusts get faster, and fuck me, I’m about ready to explode as she moans again, so I go to draw my finger out of her arse, because we need to stop before this becomes a fucking show.
“Don’t stop,” Abbey whimpers quietly near my ear, and I freeze, keeping my finger exactly where it is.
“Fuuuuck, Angel,” I mutter, tipping my head back as my cock swells inside her even fucking more.
“Ahhh… have we walked in on something?” Stocky asks, since he’s the closest, getting a better insight into what’s going on under the blanket than the others.
“Ringo,” Abbey whimpers, her need completely consuming her, and fuck it, those arseholes can wait.
“Fuck, Angel. Hold on,” I murmur before barking to the guys. “Fuck off, will ya.”
I don’t wait to see if they do or not, my lips finding Abbey’s as the tension snaps between us, and we forget about our surroundings, focusing on each other.
