Iwantto feel her.
I slide my hand into her hair and pull her forward, kissing her like she’s the only air I need. Our tongues tangle, and her soft whimper lights a fuse inside me. Her body presses into mine, and I feel the swell of need pulsing through me.
She slows the kiss, teasing me with a smirk before pulling back. Mischief glints in her eyes as she shifts, nudging me until I lean back against the railing.
“What are you up to, Miss Carrington?” I ask, my tone low.
She doesn’t answer, just straddles me, one knee sliding over my lap as she settles on top of me. Her hands reach behind to grip the railing as she grinds against me.
“What do you think I’m doing?” she asks, all innocence and sin rolled into one.
My cock throbs instantly beneath her pressure, denim straining in all the wrong ways. “I think you’re being a very,verybad girl.”
Her lips press to my neck, sucking hard, making my breath hitch. My grip tightens on her ass.
“Oh, Mercs… I can be so bad it’s sinful,” she purrs, reaching for her waistband and sliding her leggings down one leg. A little G-string reveals itself, and my chest rises sharply with the sudden jolt of arousal.
She wastes no time.
Her hand dips into my jeans, popping buttons open, dragging them down just far enough. Her fingers slip into my briefs, wrapping around my cock and tugging it free.
I clench my jaw, stifling a groan as her warmth encases me.
It’s tight, cramped, and not ideal.
But fuck it, thisishappening.
Crew chatter echoes faintly below, a background hum to our rapid breathing. She kisses me again, frantic and hungry, as she pulls her panties aside and guides me to her slick center.
The second the head of my cock slides against her, I groan into her mouth, gripping her ass and pulling her down onto me.
We both gasp out the word, “Fuck!”
She sinks onto me slowly, her walls stretching around me as she braces against the railing. Her movements start slow and sensual, more controlled.
But not for long.
I pull her up and down my length, both of us gasping through clenched teeth. The rigging creaks with every shift. We ignore it. All I know is the feel of her wrapped around me is tight, hot, and goddamn perfect.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I growl against her throat, my hands bruising her hips. “Take every damn inch like the good girl you are. You feel so fucking tight around me, Effa. Like you were made for this cock.”
This is ours.
This isn’t sweet or gentle.
It’s fast.
Dirty.
Unhinged.
“You’remine, baby. This pussy ismine. You hear me?” I thrust up hard, forcing a stifled moan from her lips. “No one getsthis. No one gets you like I do. You ride me like you belong to me, because you fucking do.”
Above the stage, she’ll command tonight, she’s riding me as though she fucking owns me.
Her rhythm picks up, and I meet every bounce with a deep thrust. The rough drag of my jeans only adds to the friction, building pressure faster than I want to admit.
“That’s it, Effa. Show me how filthy my little rock goddess can be. Dripping all over my cock, so desperate to come for me.” My hands slip under her tank, gliding up her sweat-slicked back. Her moans are quiet but desperate. When she throws her head back, I move in, dragging my tongue up her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
