Behind me, Trigger's tongue flicks mercilessly, and I feel him smile against me.The smug asshole is enjoying this.
Hollis checks his watch as he pours his coffee. "The film crew is still coming at 9 a.m., correct?"
"Yeah." I nod vigorously, only to freeze as Trigger slides two fingers inside me while his tongue continues its work. My vision blurs, and my whole body trembles, barely able to stay upright. "Nine o'clock. Sharp."
"And we're filming—" Hollis starts to turn fully toward me.
"Outside!" I practically shout, leaning farther over the island to block his view, praying he can't see my white knuckles or the trembling in my arms. "We're filming outside. Not the kitchen. Definitely not the kitchen."
"Right…" Hollis drags out slowly, giving me an odd look. "I was going to say the main barn."
"Yeah, obviously," I agree, rolling my lips as Trigger's fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes my knees threaten to buckle. My toes curl so hard they almost cramp, and I know my breathing is too erratic when I add, "The main barn."
"Are you sure you don't need to sit down?" Hollis takes a step closer, concern etched across his face.
"No!" I hold up a hand to stop him, my voice strangled. "I mean, I'm good standing. Really good with standing."
His phone buzzes loudly in his hand. "It's my mom." He's already heading toward the front door. "I need to take this. We'll go over the shoot schedule when I get back."
"Take your time!" I call after him. "Really long call! No rush!"
He shoots me another puzzled look over his shoulder before stepping outside, the door clicking shut behind him.
The second it does, Trigger's low laugh rumbles against my most sensitive flesh, and I nearly come apart from the vibration alone.
"It's not funny," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"You're right." He pulls back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my clit. "It's hot as fuck eating my wife's pussy while she tries to hold a conversation." His tongue drags slowly through my folds before he grips my hips and pulls me harder against his mouth. "Watching you struggle not to scream my name."
My knees buckle, and I brace myself fully on the counter as he flips up the back of my robe, exposing me completely. Cool air hits my heated skin for only a second before his mouth returns with renewed hunger. His thumb presses against my puckered hole, and my entire body jolts, a strangled sound escaping my throat.
"You like that, baby?" His voice is muffled as his tongue works relentlessly against my pussy.
I can't form words. Can only whimper and grind shamelessly against his face, chasing the pressure building inside me like a storm about to break.
The tip of his thumb breaches that tight ring of muscle, just barely, just enough, and I detonate. The orgasm crashesthrough me so hard my vision whites out. I clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle the scream as waves of pleasure tear through every nerve ending, leaving me boneless and completely wrecked.
Trigger doesn't let up, his tongue still working me through every aftershock until I'm trembling so violently I can barely stand. When he finally emerges from beneath my robe, his lips are glistening, and his eyes are dark with possession.
"You're so damn beautiful." His voice is rough as he rises to his feet, fingers already working the belt of my robe. It slides off my shoulders and pools at my feet, leaving me naked and on display with morning light streaming through various windows.
Before I can catch my breath, he sweeps me up and carries me the few steps to the dining table, laying me across the smooth wooden surface like an offering.
"Hollis is right outside," I breathe, even as my legs fall open for him.
"You want me to stop?" He's already freed himself, his thick length heavy in his hand as he runs the tip through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. His thick head catches at my entrance, and my hips lift involuntarily. "Say the words, and I'll stop."
When I don't, because I can’t, he slides in with one long, deliberate thrust, and we both groan at the exquisite fullness.
"That's what I thought," he growls.
His jaw goes slack as he pulls out torturously slow, his length glistening with evidence of my arousal. Then he slams back in hard enough to make my breasts bounce, and the table shifts beneath me.
"Yes!" the moan tears from my throat, loud and reckless.
"That's right, sweetheart." His grip on my hips tightens as he sets a devastating rhythm. "Let him know my wife wasn't flushedfrom a hot shower, but because her husband was between her legs, making her come."
Something about knowing someone could be listening, could walk in and see me spread out and desperate, amplifies every sensation. I clench hard around him, and his eyes darken further.
