Gripping his hair harder, I leveled my lips with his. “I think you said I’d been a bad girl.” My tongue poked out, licking across his bottom lip.
“Keep making a habit of that and I might need to punish you.”
Finally, he filled me up. Two fingers entered my slick heat, and a moan so loud it dared to be heard slipped out, all to be stifled by another bruising kiss.
I wouldn’t be surprised if once I came on his fingers, he’d drag me out of this place so he could finish the job. Spread me naked and fuck me without hurry.
He worked his fingers in and out of me, hitting that sweet spot with every plunge.
“Yes. Yes.” My words were muffled by his tongue.
Since we needed to work fast, his thumb reached for my clit, rolling over it in tight circles. With every swipe, my orgasm built. Ripping my mouth from his, my breaths sped up.
“Oh my God. Yes, Daddy. Fuck me harder.”
With just a bit more pressure, and the more he teased the spot that drove me wild, I’d be coming on his fingers in no time.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you come apart on my hand like this,” he grunted, continuing to work his fingers inside of me.
With every stroke, my walls began closing in on him. Tightening. Hugging his digits and shooting pleasure straight down my spine.
The veins in his forearm popped as he continued to work me, and as my eyes wandered down to the swell in his pants, I couldn’t help but think how painful that had to be. How selfless he was for pleasing me and waiting patiently to get me back to our room for it to be his turn.
“I’m coming!” I blurted out in a breathy moan.
My legs shook, my high heels hardly supporting me in the process. With my head tipped back, “Yes, Spencer. Yes,” rolled off my tongue.
“So fucking pretty, Bella.” He tore his fingers from my pussy and licked them clean, his eyes connecting with mine the entire time. “Heavenly.” His fingers popped from his mouth.
“Fuck,” I sighed, trying to gather myself.
After a few deep breaths and a moment to come down from the high, I was brought back to reality. We were in a hallway, and my friends were still here. Somewhere. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself later, but Andi and Peyton are still out there probably wondering where I am.”
“You’re right, baby. Let’s get out of here.”
Spencer dropped a kiss to my temple before we walked down the hallway with his hand squeezing mine like he owned me. We looked both ways, gazing at each other in amazement. It was just our luck, there was no one in sight until we got back to the main part of the club.
Music bounced off the walls and everyone around us had been completely occupied—absorbed in their own business. No one would have any idea that we had just come from a hidden hallway. Me, relieved from a hot as hell orgasm, and Spencer with my cum on the tip of his tongue.
Except for my best friends.
“Wow. You look freshly fucked.” Andi winked as she looked us both up and down.
“Oh! You’re so right. They look so fucking relieved. Ugh. I’m jealous.” Peyton pouted.
“Spencer! What’s up, man?” We could barely address my friend’s drunken antics before we ran into a familiar face. Of course, Spencer would know someone, and we weren’t even at home in Vegas.
“Hunter. You remember Sky?” Spencer held his arm around me, claiming me.
“I had a feeling there was something going on between the two of you.” Hunter chuckled. “Nice to see you again, Sky.”
“Good to see you, Hunter.” I waved politely before adding, “It’s Avery, actually.”
Hunter smiled back in understanding.
“Um. Is someone going to explain to us what’s going on?” Andi slurred.
Turning toward my girls, I said, “Remember that night I ran into Spencer when I was with a client?”
