He shakes his head and moves faster. Each thrust ripples through his body. I wrap my legs around him tighter. His hand grips my leg, sliding down to the ribbon around my ankle. “Did you put these on to fuck with me?”
“No. I thought you’d like them.”
He grunts. A sound that seems to be praise. “Been thinking of tying you up all night. He’s breathing hard, but his eyes never leave mine. “Fuck, I want you naked. And my mouth on your tits. But if someone sees any more of your skin, I’ll kill them.”
“Oh.”
He takes his other hand and wraps it around my throat. Not applying any pressure, just a comforting grip.
“Come for me. Nice and quiet, Kadence.”
“I’ll try,” I whisper. “You’re making it hard.”
His lips quirk into a sensual grin. His thumb brushes over my pulse and lingers. He grinds his hips into me, finally giving me what I need to set me off. White spots invade my vision, and my breath catches. Blaise doesn’t stop. Keeps the same pace but presses his lips against mine, catching any lingering moans.
A few seconds later, he slams his palm flat against the wall and thrusts into me at a fast and reckless pace before finding his own release. He groans, flexing into me even deeper while he finishes.
My legs quiver, and I can barely get my feet under me when he sets me down. He hooks his fingers in my underwear and drags them into place. “Told you this little skirt would get you fucked,” he murmurs as he flips it down.
“You were right.”
He leans in to me, kissing my cheek, then whispers in my ear, “Thank you, Kadydid.”
It’s a sweet moment after the hard way we just went at each other.
He waits outside the bathroom while I clean myself up and fix my hair. When I peek in the mirror, I’m a disheveled mess. I smooth my hair into place and slick some gloss on my kiss-swollen lips. My cheeks are bright red. Not much I can do about that.
“You all right?” he asks when I emerge.
“My shoulders hurt a little.”
He stops, pushing me in front of him to check. “I’ll massage you later,” he says. He leans in closer. “You’ve definitely earned it.” His hand smacks, then squeezes my butt, making me squeal.
“Blaise!”
Not that anyone notices our antics. In the twenty or so minutes since we left, the clubhouse has gotten noticeably raunchier.
Bolt’s now busy withtwogirls.
“Go, Dad.” Blaise chuckles in a low voice but steers us in the opposite direction of his father.
“You want that?” I ask when we drop back onto the same couch we were on earlier.
“Nope. Got everything I need right here,” he says, clamping a possessive hand over my thigh. He leans in closer and brushes his lips over my shoulder. “I shouldn’t have let you clean up. I’d love knowing you were sitting there with my cum leaking out of your hot little pussy.”
Those words should disgust me or piss me off. But they don’t. Nope. My body’s humming, ready for him to fill me up again.
“Filthy animal,” I whisper.
“Only for you, Kady.”
“You know we have cameras in the hallways, right?” someone says behind me. Tipping my head back, I find Dante with an evil smirk in place. My sister’s somewhere behind him. All I see is her arm wrapped around his middle at first. Then she tilts her head, and I catch the grin on her face.
“What are you laughing at, tramp?” I tease. It only makes her laugh harder. “You’re not even wearing the same thing you were when you went upstairs.”
Dante pulls her around and whispers something in her ear. She holds her hand out to me. “Ah, are we being chased away again?”
I get an indulgent smile from Dante and a nudge from my sister. Bending over, I give Blaise a kiss. “Stay out of trouble,” he warns.
