He gazes down, eyes hooded, lips parted, a salacious half smile tipping the corner of his mouth. “You move like sex.”
I glance around. Most people are vibing, hips swaying, focused on the music or each other, but there’s a couple to the right, her back to his chest, his lips on her neck and their eyes on us.
Heat rushes through me, desire thick in my veins. “The end of the night feels so far away.” I rub against him, seeking friction.
“Do you need me to take the edge off?”
Everything below my waist clenches. “Right here, in the middle of the dance floor?”
“That’s bold.” His smile and the heat in his eyes tell me he likes where my head is.
He coaxed me through an orgasm over the phone. I can ask him for what I want when he’s right in front of me. “There are plenty of dark corners.” I glance around, looking for our friends,but we’ve migrated away from everyone. Behind me to the right are a few tables lining a curved wall, filled with empty cups and couples making out. To the left is a wide, round column. “Like over there.”
Flip’s smile turns downright lascivious. “What happens in dark corners, Tally?”
I bite the inside of my lip.
“Talk to me.” We’re still moving to the music, his thigh between mine, his hand on my hip, fingertips digging in a little. He brushes his lips over mine. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
My pussy throbs.
“Was it easier on the phone?” He pulls me tighter against him. “You can close your eyes and whisper in my ear if you want. But you have to ask. It’s what I need from you.”
I can feel him hard and thick against my stomach. He wants this just as much as I do. Maybe even more. I channel every damn ounce of Arwen I can. “I want you to tuck me away in that corner and fuck me with your fingers.”
His nostrils flare, and his lips curve up with pride and dark need. “What else do you want?”
“For you to make me cream all over your hand.”
“God, you’re fucking perfect.” He seals his mouth over mine, tongue pushing past my lips on a low groan.
I’m giddy with anticipation, the thrill of it making my body come alive. And I don’t want to wait until the night is over. I want his hands on me. I want him to want me with the same desperation that makes my legs weak and my core ache. I don’t want to be a good girl who follows the rules. I want dark corners and the high of getting away with something bad.
“Please, Phillip.”
“You’re going to lick my fingers clean after you come all over them.” His expression turns downright feral. “Say it, kitten. Repeat it back to me.”
“I’ll lick my cum off your fingers.”
He edges me back toward the column, knee between my thighs again. We dance, and his fingers trail unsteadily down my side, skimming the hem of my dress as he peppers kisses on my jaw, but doesn’t come back to my mouth.
He glances around, checking the bouncers who stand like statues around the VIP section, looking down on us. But they’re focused on the dance floor, not this quiet, shadowed corner. Flip moves me into the empty space, his huge body hiding me away.
He cups my cheek in his palm, and I swear I feel it shaking. “If it’s too much, or you don’t like it, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“It won’t be.”
“I mean it, Talls, if this is uncomfortable for you, or triggering in any way, you say the word, and I’ll take you back to the hotel and give you whatever you need.”
“I know.” I move his hand from my hip back to the hem of my dress. “I want this. I want you to touch me.”
He runs the back of his fingers along my thigh, and I whimper when they reach the hem of my dress and slide underneath.
“Is your pussy exactly like the rest of you, Tally?” His fingers skim my panties. “So fucking sweet and pretty.”
His mouth covers mine as he slips one finger under the satin, and he swallows a moan as he glides it over my clit. “But when nobody’s looking, you like to be bad, don’t you?”
I nod, and he sucks my bottom lip, fingers sweeping back and forth, the lightest caress.
