Her head fell back as I pushed under the elastic of her underwear.
“You’re soaked, Marnie. Fucking drenched. And that won’t do at all… it’s not just your dress you’ll need to change; you’ll need fresh panties too.”
The groan she let out as I brushed her clit sounded almost painful; raw and animalistic, hitting deep in my balls; an arrow spiked with pure lust.
This was going to be quick.
One finger buried itself in her pussy. I added a second, then a third, curling them up as I pumped inside her until we were both vibrating with desperation.
Desperate for release.
Desperate for each other.
“You need this so badly, don’t you? Your pussy is dripping on the floor.”
I spun her round until she hit the wall, her hands bracing her from falling forward. Her back was against my chest as I unzipped my pants, my cock jumping free like a prisoner making a break for it. “We don’t have much time.”
Bracketing her in with my thighs, I yanked her dress up and pulled her panties to the side, then drove upwards with one long stroke. Tight. Hot. Wet. So,sowet.
She cried out, and I wanted to feel those cries in my chest, I wanted to breathe them in.
Wrapping my fist into her thick mane of curls, I jerked her head around until I could fuck her mouth with my tongue while my dick thrust hard, frenzied, and wild.
I was so affected by her it was more than an addiction, and it came with no cure.
I needed to touch her wherever I could, whenever I could, because I’d go crazy if I didn’t.
Claim her. Own her. Make her mine.
“Get ready, Star. I’m about to explode so hard you’re going to be wearing my cum to dinner.”
A throaty moan almost pushed me to breaking point. My hand slid around her body, bringing her even closer to me as my arm held her hips in place while my fingers ground forcefully on her clit. With every long, rough stroke, I swallowed her cursing until I could do nothing to stop my orgasm barreling through me, except take her along for the ride.
I gripped tighter as her knees buckled, and waited until we could both stand upright without support. I might be a professional athlete, but she knocked the wind from my lungs every single time.
I eased out, gently sliding her soaked panties back into place; she definitely needed clean ones. I could probably do with changing too. There was no way I wasn’t covered in her.
I found the delicate stretch of skin just above her collar bone and kissed it, whispering, “Marn, please don’t wear that dress. I won’t be held responsible for my actions if you do. And that includes murdering any guy who so much as glances your way.”
She took a deep breath and silently went to change, but not before I caught the smirk crowning her lips.
“That dress is so cute,” Emerson said as she forked a mouthful of birthday cake into her mouth.
We’d continued with the fake birthday throughout dinner, including presents from Emerson and Drew, and were now sitting in front of an enormous chocolate cake with candles, though we’d been strictly forbidden from singing Happy Birthday.
After two hours of eating and drinking, that suited me fine.
“Thank you. I thought so, too,” Marnie took a long sip of her wine. Thankfully, for my sanity, she’d changed into something slightly less revealing before we’d left, though she could be wearing a garbage bag and I’d still want to jump her. “I bought it a few weeks ago. I went shopping with the girls at work. It actually came with a really pretty slip underneath, the lace layered together at the neck.” She brushed her fingers across her chest, then her gaze slowly moved my way. “But when I tried it on earlier, it ripped. Guess it was too flimsy.”
I didn’t know what the fuck a slip was, but from the way she was looking at me, I should probably learn.
I coughed into my iced water and put my glass down. “That wasn’t your dress?”
She shook her head slowly as a couple of wait staff cleared our table of plates, removing all the chocolate crumbs Drew had dropped, and left with the cake and the promise of boxing it up.
“Oh.” My brows dropped in confusion. “Why were you showing it to me then?”
“I wasn’t. I was coming to ask you to fix my necklace, but I didn’t get the chance.”
