“What are you drinking?” Vince murmured into my ear. It was the only way I could hear him, but goosebumps still fogged my skin at the intimate whisper.
“Gin and tonic.”
“One gin and tonic, one whiskey neat.”
“Do people know you here, too?”
“Maybe,” he said. “Honestly, though, it’s so dark in here, and it’s mostly a bunch of college kids. This place is random, off the radar. We’re on the north side here, so it’s not a big deal. Why? You wondering how much of the act we need to keep up?”
“Shhh,” I whispered with a smile. “These walls might have ears.”
Our drinks sat on the bar and the bartender took Vince’s money. He waved away the change.
“Cheers,” I said. We clinked glasses and sipped our drinks, staring each other down.
Vince devoured me with a heavy-lidded look. “You really are fucking hot. You know that, though, I’m sure.”
Throughout my college days, I’d been called a lot of things. Pretty. Cute. Nice. Fucking hot wasn’t actually one of the phrases I’d heard used. And I had to admit I liked it.
I licked a drop of liquor off my bottom lip. Maybe it was the liquid courage, but I said something that had been on my mind all night. “And you are fucking handsome.”
Vince shoved his whiskey away with a clink of glass on wood. “I think we should dance.”
“Here?” I glanced over my shoulder. There were only a few odd people on the dance floor now, most of them grinding like high schoolers. I didn’t have much experience with dancing, or regular high school things. Hell, Pops hadn’t even let me attend prom. He wanted one of my brothers to chaperone me, so I opted not to go. I was intrigued but didn’t want Vince to know how ignorant I was about sex and attraction. Shit, I had a big secret about it all. I wasn’t sure how long he’d let me keep evading his questions about my dating history.
“Come on.” He grabbed me by the hand, giving me barely enough time to set my drink down. “I’ve been waiting all night to do this,” he growled in my ear.
I quivered against him, helplessly caught in his thrall as he led me through the throng of people. He spun me around, fitting his body against my back.
God, his cock was already half-hard and grinding against the cleft of my ass. I bit back a moan and dropped my head onto his shoulder.
His hands bit into my hips and rocked me. “How low can you go,” he said, quoting the lyrics popping around us.
I tossed my ponytail over my shoulder and held his stare. A flash of the lights overhead reflected in his eyes. “Are you ready for me, Vince?” I taunted. In the dark, I was bold. I was just another nameless, faceless body grinding together; an erotic mesh of shifting limbs and undulating bodies. What else had I been missing out on? Having his tight body moving against mine sprung an ache between my thighs. I burned for him, wet with the idea of what he could do to me, and what I’d let him get away with.
My back arched and I inched lower, grinding down the front of his body with a deliberate undulation of my hips. I might not have a big ass, but I used what I was given as if I was his own personal stripper.
There wasn’t any more room for talking, not once the beat took over my body. I lost the lyrics, letting my body move with the flow.
Vince’s hands guided me, urging me up and down. I bent over subtly, digging my ass against his groin. My reward was the solid bulge of his dick wedging between my ass cheeks. Warm air blew over the bottom of my cheeks, letting me know that in this position, all but bent over in front of Vince, my shorts had ridden up. If he wasn’t blocking my body, everyone would have seen that little flash. Instead, he got his own personal show.
His large hands fanned up along my ribs, almost touching the outsides of my breasts. God, I wanted his hands all over me. I grabbed his fingers, pulling his palms against my stomach. He took the hint. Vince’s hands slipped beneath the unbuttoned edge of my jersey and swept up, the first touch of his skin on mine lighting me on fire. My nipples hardened, chafing against my bra and making me half-delirious with lust.
I gasped and worked my way up his body until my head rested on his shoulder. Closing my eyes, we rocked close.
The song shifted, not losing the sexual edge that inflamed my senses. Vince’s mouth found my neck, smearing a slick kiss along my throat, and tracing a scorching path to my ear. “You’re so fucking hot rubbing against me. Do you feel how hard you got me, Kel?”
I quivered as his hands flattened, rolling my ass along the monster-sized prick pitching a tent in his jeans. I nodded, my moans lost in the sea of husky lyrics.
“If we weren’t in public, I’d have those pathetic excuses for shorts down around your ankles, and be balls deep inside your wet little pussy. You might deny it later, but I know you’re on fire for me.” His words were filthy, adding to the hypnotic music controlling my body.
I wanted everything he said and more. The lines between our fake relationship and truth were more than blurred. They were just gone. That first kiss between us had shattered the illusion that I could keep him at arm’s length. We only had a few months together, but I wanted more than anything for the days and all the nights in between to be real.
Grinding against him, the press of other bodies around us, and my own inflamed desire spiked my temperature. Sweat dampened my nape and trickled down my spine, making me feel so damn dirty. His lips traced my earlobe, shooting molten heat through my veins until my pussy throbbed and my panties became lewdly slick.
“Vince,” I moaned into the song-soaked air. I was dizzy. I’d have fallen if his hands weren’t manacled on my hips. I’d only had a sip of my gin and tonic, but I was drunk on him and the sexual energy permeating both of our beings.
Somehow he heard my gasp. He spun me around, dropping his forehead until it rested against mine. He pushed me through the crowd, parting the other couples around us like the prow of a pussy-seeking boat.
I shuddered beneath his hot-eyed stare. Not even aware of where we were going until the dance floor gave way. My foot met the thin carpet as Vince led us to the back of the speakeasy and into the darkest shadows in the corner, somewhere between the restrooms and a few private booths. No one could see us. The music seemed far away, a muted beat making my heart leap.
My spine met a wall as Vince backed me into it. His chest pinned me flat. “You’re a bad influence, Kel,” he growled against my cheek.
I could barely breathe around the desire lodged in my chest. “Me?”
Vince’s hands tangled with mine, and he forced my arms wide, giving him complete access to my body. He invaded my space, dominating me with his presence like he wanted to do with my body.
“You. What am I going to do with you?” His lips feathered against my ear, rocking my world with hot bolts of need.
I was just asking for trouble as I rolled my hips, rubbing my aching pussy all over his hard shaft. “What do you want to do with me?”
Vince split my legs with his thigh, inching his knee up high until it met my mound. I gasped as pleasure burst through my body like fireworks. “Everything. But for now, I’m just going to kiss you until you can’t remember your name.”
I was his hostage as he found my mouth. Like our earlier kiss, this one was just as explosive. I rocked against his knee as his tongue plunged into my mouth. My fingers tangled with his.
The speakeasy fell away, leaving just the two of us in a private bubble of heat and passion. As the kiss grew more passionate, he finally let my hands go. Immediately I slid them into his hair, tugging on the short, thick strands. His scruff abraded my skin, adding a touch of friction to remind me of where he’d been.
His hands swept around my hips and cupped my ass, lifting me up subtly, and pulling me closer so that his knee could continue its maddening strokes over my aching slit. God, I was about to combust. Desire coiled in my stomach, building to a feverish pitch. I’d have let him do anything to me then and there if a soft cough hadn’t intruded our cocoon.
Vince begrudgingly pulled his lips from mine. He sent the intruder a sharp-eyed look. Tension coiled in his muscles.
“What?” Vince growled. It took a second for my eyes to adjust and focus on Sal standing a few feet away.
“Playtime’s over, Boss.” Sal kept his attention strictly on Vince, allowing me time to calm my racing heart and pull myself together.
Vince dropped his head against my shoulder and pressed a kiss beneath my ear. “Let’s get you home before I do something that you’ll regret.”
I sighed softly as reality intruded. Vince nodded at Sal and tugged on my fingers, leading me back through the speakeasy.
No matter what he might think, I didn’t and wouldn’t regret anything. On the contrary, I wanted more.
Lifting my hand to my lips, my mind lingering on the kiss and the way he moved against me. I’d thought pleasure and passion like that were strictly for the storybooks; Shakespearian whimsy that didn’t exist in the real world.
Now, I was a believer.
I didn’t want to leave, but when Sal pulled the plug, it was usually due to one of two things: danger or something required my immediate attention. He wasn’t the type of guy who cried wolf.
Fucking hell, sometimes wearing the crown was heavy.
Kelly had been so receptive beneath me. Moaning and whimpering into my lips, rubbing her firm body against me. My thigh was branded with the searing sensation of her pussy, wet and eager against my thigh.
Shit, I closed my eyes as we stepped out onto the curb. I’d barely willed my dick under control. If I thought about how hot she’d been I’d be showing off my sausage to any-and-all waiting on the sidewalk.
The limo pulled up swiftly, and Kel and I climbed back into the posh silence. The divider was up, secluding us from Sal and Luca.
How would she react now that we were once more shoved into reality, and not the anonymity of the club?
She snuggled into my side, rubbing her cheek on my shoulder. “That was nice,” she whispered.
Nice? “That was more than nice. Though I have a serious case of blue balls.”
“Perv,” Kel said against my jaw.
The ride back to her father’s house would allow us some uninterrupted privacy. I was a sinner and made my decision quickly. Fuck all consequences. Gripping her dainty waist, I pulled her astride me.
“What are you doing!”
“I’m not done with you,” I growled.
She darted a glance to the smoky glass. “What about Sal?”
“He likes to listen.”
She slugged me in the shoulder. “Are you serious!”
“Nah,” I flashed her a sly grin. “The divider is soundproof. I just like to tease you.”
She relaxed slightly, though she was still giving me the stink-eye with her powder-blue eyes. “I’m not fucking you in the limo.”
I ran my nails up her exposed thighs. The muscles were bunched, reminding me of a jockey astride her stallion. Damn, she would be amazing bobbing up and down on my cock. “Did I say that’s what I wanted? Where is your mind at, Miss MacNamara?”
She bit her lip, flushing with guilt and arousal.
“Cat got your tongue?” I pulled her closer, fitting her ass against my dick. In a second flat, she had me as granite-hard as I’d been in the club.
Her eyes widened as she shifted, adjusting to the girth of my cock throbbing beneath her tight-cheeked rear. “Vince,” she gasped.
Just like that, the powder keg that was our chemistry ignited all over again. Not even Sal telling me I was needed could cool my libido for the Irish lass squirming in my lap. I pumped up against her, feeling the heat she was emanating through two layers of denim. Her head fell back, and she let loose a hungry-sounding moan. “That’s it, grind down on my cock, Kel.”
Fuck, she had me all twisted up. I drank in the sight of her caught in the full bloom of lust. Her eyes drifted closed. Twin spots of color brightened her ivory cheeks. Her mouth was swollen and bruised from my savage kisses. She looked undone.
Gingerly she moved, rolling her hips forward so that the entirety of her cunt stroked my dick. God, it was almost too much. I shifted beneath her, slipping my hand between us to adjust my cock. The head throbbed toward my navel, giving her more territory to grind on.
Her lips pursed into a shocked “O” as she swiveled forward, riding the whole length. “Oh, my God, so big.”
I’d heard that before, but I fucking loved that she was cooing like a virgin feeling her first dick.
There was truth to that statement, and it tugged at me because surely there’d been others before me. But I didn’t focus on it. Kel was my whole world in that instant, wriggling in my lap and growing hotter with every wriggle of her fuck-me hips.
“You’re so wet, Kel,” I growled. She batted her lashes at me.
“Very wet,” she agreed.
I nibbled on her ear and whispered. “I want to taste you.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned. The way her cherry-red lips rounded the words made me even harder. Every time I thought it wasn’t possible, she went and turned my dick to stone.
I loved how lithe she was. It made it easy for me to manhandle her. I flipped her body around so that her little ass was on the seat I’d vacated and I loomed over her. At least for a moment. She flashed her eyes up at me, and for once they weren’t defiant. They were liquid pools of drowning blue just beckoning me like a Siren. It was a look that I’d never forget.
“This needs to come off,” I said, tugging at her Jaguars jersey. The animalistic urge to rip it off her, scattering buttons through the back of the limo, pulsed through me. But one didn’t defile baseball that way. Even I had some restraint if baseball was involved. Obediently she held out her arms and made it easy for me. I pulled it over her beautiful torso and flung the thing. I was unable to take my eyes off her freckled skin, so light in the darkness she seemed almost iridescent. Her bra was lime green—not what I was expecting—and molded over her perky tits. Then again, I was sensing Kelly was going to be full of surprises.
My crotch was basically in front of her face, and she stuck out a hand, tracing the massive outline of my cock. Her face had a certain innocent fascination as she ran her fingers on the outside of the denim, traveling toward the damp spot growing at the tip. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head up so I could see her face.
“Not yet,” I smiled and guided her mouth to mine as I bent down.
“But I want you so bad,” she mewled against my mouth.
I crouched over her, looming like a dark shadow as I kissed her. For a second I remembered when I was the Executioner, hovering over a victim with a garrote wire in hand. But I shook the shade away, and pinned her back, rocking on top of her on the couch seat of the limo. For such a delicate girl, she was proving very hard to break.
And I very much wanted to try. Roughness roared through my veins, urging me to leave bites and claw marks on her silky skin.
I slid my hand slowly up her leg, enjoying every square inch of flesh available to me. I reached my hand around and gave her ass a good, hard squeeze. While I was busy mauling her, she tugged at my shirt, and I wasted no time in getting the thing off and throwing it aside.
She sucked in a sharp breath. Her eyes were huge as she looked over my body. I didn’t want to be a peacock, but fuck, I liked the way she looked at me. The tip of her tongue stuck between her lips as her eyes grew hazy, dragging over the dips and hollows of my body, tracing the muscles I’d worked hard for.
Her fingers stroked down the sleeve tattoo inked from shoulder-to-wrist on one side.
I stuffed my hands into her hair, and we were back on each other again. Stroking and rubbing each other’s bodies like it was the first time we’d ever seen the opposite sex naked.
“Fuck, we really are a couple of high schoolers, aren’t we?” she exclaimed as she traced my six pack.
“Couple of kids staying out late on prom night,” I returned. Wasn’t that the fucki
ng truth. I ran my hand up her stomach. She was so fucking soft and apparently ticklish.
She giggled, the muscles in her flat stomach jerking, as I walked my hands up her body. I lingered at the rim of her bra, tracing the line of cotton. She was small enough up top not to have to wear an underwire. I wasn’t a breast man. I was an ass man, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands all over her.
Holding her eyes, daring her to stop me, I slipped my hands beneath her bra, reeling it up so that her tits popped free.
They were perfect. Not melons, but peaches with pink little nipples. I cupped one breast. The perfect handful. Her nipples ground into my palms, letting me know how turned on she was. She inhaled quickly.
“You’re sensitive,” I said.
“Yes. But I like it.” Such a dirty girl. We were going to have quite a fun summer. I tweaked one nub, making her gasp turn into a hungry moan.
“You like it when I do this?” I nipped her bottom lip, seducing her into a kiss. When her mouth opened, I moved, shifting across her cheek and face. Each time she squirmed to meet my mouth I moved on. I lingered at her nape, nuzzling the short hairs there.
“Oh, my God, just touch me!”
I chuckled. “How impatient, Miss MacNamara.”
Her fingers bit into my arms as she arched her back, offering me the whole of her slinky body. How was I to resist that enticement? I licked her shoulder, rubbing my scruff over her soft skin; tormenting her until my mouth hovered over her breasts.
“Is this what you want? Do you want me to suck on these pretty pink nipples?” I darted a look up at her, enjoying the shock playing over her face. She didn’t have a chance to stop me. I sank my head and engulfed one turgid tip in a hard suck.
She cried out. Her fingers dug into the leather seats, threatening to ruin them. She tasted as good as she looked; sweet and pure. I laved both breasts with attention, making her pink nips turn cherry red. Only then did I drift down, kissing a path down her stomach before reaching her belly button.
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