Percy swallowed his growl and told her huskily, “Turn around.”
Gathering her hem, he lifted the back of her skirts with one hand—the divider at their side hiding his actions from view and her standing form further hiding his seated person—and meaning no one who walked by would be any the wiser as his fingers danced along the silk fabric that went to mid-thigh and... stopped.
He couldn’t temper his growl this time. “You’re not wearing drawers.”
Fingers gliding up to find the wet curls between her legs, she gasped at his light touch and ground against his hand, her pants coming faster. “I liked the feel of nothing.”
He rewarded her brazen admission with a quick thrust of his finger between her folds, shocking her body.
With her fist coming to her mouth, anyone passing by would believe she was delicately suppressing a sneeze. From Percy’s angle, he saw she’d all but broken her knuckle’s skin biting back her first orgasm.
He could have dropped her skirts then and considered a job well done, but this was a place of sport and pushing one’s limits. The perfect place to beat one’s record.
“Spread your legs, darling,” he whispered.
“My legs are trembling.”
He smiled. “I know.” He opened his trousers with his free hand, and his rigid cock sprang free. The hand against her skin snaked around to grasp her bare hip. Easing her over his lap so her skirts bunched between them and continued to hide him from view, he raked both hands up her thighs, letting his nails scrape the satin soft skin up, up.
He worked her against him, catching her cleft against the crown of his erection until the moisture pouring from her made the motion as smooth as silk against butter.
She threw back her head, her breathing ragged.
Angling her hips back so there was room for his hand, he rubbed quick circles around her bud, forcing her climax to go on and on as he continued to thrust her folds against his entire length.
A record four-minute climax was a respectable goal a man could live with.
She collapsed back against him, the edge of her corset digging into them both, but Percy was no more capable of movement at the moment than she. One last brush of skin and he’d erupt like a geyser.
Chest heaving, the hair at the back of her neck was wet and smelled of an erotic blend of sweat and cloves. Percy pressed a kiss where her gown met skin and breathed her scent into his soul.
She sighed. “Football is my new favorite sport.”
Percy laughed and aided her to her feet, tugging her skirts back into place before wrestling his rock-hard erection back into his stays.
When he’d finished buttoning his trousers, he looked up to find her nibbling her bottom lip, her gaze trained on the evidence he hadn’t released.
“Should I do something for”—she waved her hand in his direction, her cheeks reddening—“you?” she finished.
How he loved her attempt to sound anything but proper. “Unnecessary, my dear. Your pleasure is all that matters.”
“But...” She needed to stop worrying her lip before he soothed her mouth with his own teeth and tongue. “I want to give you pleasure too.”
If they hadn’t been in a palace of glass, if there hadn’t been others sitting inches away, he’d have bent her over the railing and taken her so hard and fast, their violent coupling would have shattered the walls around them.
Cock jerking, he grimaced and rubbed a quick circle to ease the ache building in his sac. “Another time, I promise.” God, he was randier than a schoolboy promised his first suck. He was a man of seven and twenty, for fuck’s sake.
“Do you need a minute?” she asked, cheeks flushed.
She needed to stop blushing too, especially now that he knew the dusty pink it brought to her cheeks was the same color of her folds when rubbed to completion.
He cleared his throat. “Thank you, yes.”
She walked to the railing and watched the players on the field, the sounds of cheers and displeasure meaning the match was well underway.
Percy made quick work to flag his arousal. Two quick pumps and he spent over the rim of his trousers into a handkerchief. If he hadn’t withstood Danny’s erotic little sounds of climax for those four minutes of torture, he’d have been ashamed. But he’d given her all his attention, using his skills and nimble fingers to tip her over the edge and hold her there without a care.
He’d known she was special after he’d stolen into her bedchamber and made her come with the barest touch of his blade, but this... Her nestling herself over his cock and working into a frenzy despite the overcrowded stadium, there wasn’t a single more erotic fantasy his twisted mind could conjure. She was enchanting, fantasy-inducing.
