There was no way I could sit at this table with my brothers and friends and Jo’s crew and ignore my cock.
A hard-on that was fucking raging to be inside of her.
Every bit of small talk was making my patience thinner. Every question directed at her was only making me want her more.
I couldn’t wait a second longer to have her alone.
I downed the rest of my drink and growled in her ear, “We’re going to dance.”
She said nothing, not even putting up a fight as I stood from the chair and lifted her into the air, taking a few steps before I set her on her feet.
Dominick glanced at me before I turned, and I mouthed, We’ll be back, before I led her through the VIP area.
We descended the steps, and I brought her to the back of the dance floor.
This was where I wanted her, where we could escape those familiar eyes. Where she only had to focus on me.
Where I could feel the beat blast through her body.
Where I could watch her shake her ass, appreciating the way she moved, how her hips fucked the air, how they found a rhythm as though she were bouncing on my dick.
“I’m surprised you wanted to dance,” she said as I backed her all the way into the corner, the darkest, most private area I could find.
I needed to feel her ass first, so I flipped her around, pressing those perfect cheeks against my cock. I held her waist, my mouth going to her ear. “I want this.”
She circled her arms around my neck, shimmying her body lower, feeling the music. “You have it, Jenner.”
“Fuck me,” I moaned, teasing the bottom of her tit. “You’re fucking delicious.”
I couldn’t hold in my thoughts, especially as her back arched, urging my hands up. I moved to the flatness of her stomach, the dips of her hips before I cupped her tits, grazing her nipples, rubbing my fingers over them. There were cutouts in her dress that ran along her sides, even more slits across her back, the dress hanging low on her chest. The only way she could look sexier was if she was naked. And the best part of these small openings was that they gave me access to her skin.
Skin that I wanted to touch freely without any barrier between us.
Flesh that I wanted to caress.
This position gave me the perfect angle to do both.
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
I dipped into the hole on her back and slid below the fabric to her stomach.
She leaned into me, encouraging me to go further, to feel more of her.
I quickly glanced around us to make sure there wasn’t anyone nearby, that no one was paying attention.
We were in the clear.
I had Jo all to myself.
And I planned to take full advantage of that.
She was shifting her ass across my cock, rubbing the length back and forth. With each grind, she pressed harder, her movements intentional.
Goading me.
When I turned her cheek to bite it, I saw the grin pulling on those gorgeous lips.
“Someone’s ready to play,” I hissed.
“Jenner …” She leaned forward, and even though she was dancing, she was taunting me with doggy style—one of my favorite positions. “I want you.” She moaned just as the bass lowered, drowning out her sound.
But it hit my body.
It vibrated through my goddamn chest.
I pulled her back up, holding her neck against my chest, growling, “I want to bend you over that speaker”—I paused, pointing her toward the section of the dance floor that I was referencing—“and fuck you until you fucking scream.”
She brushed her hand over my cock, holding it, jerking it through my jeans. “How badly do you want to come?”
I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, gnawing the end. “I can’t stop thinking about your pussy.” I kissed down to her collarbone. “I can’t stop thinking about how wet it’s going to be.” I licked the top of her shoulder before working my way back up. “How tight you’re going to clutch me when you’re coming.”
I slapped her ass, earning myself a yelp that I swallowed as I moved across her throat.
“How badly?” I asked, returning to her question. “As badly as I need to hear you come.” I lowered my hand under her dress until my finger hit her clit, pleasantly surprised to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. “I need to feel it.”
“Here?” She quivered. “Oh God.”
I brushed across her clit, rubbing it in a circle, spreading the wetness that was dripping down her.
“I feel like everyone is watching.”
As we faced the dance floor, the darkness encompassing us, the lights didn’t even hit any of the space near us—the main reason I’d picked this spot.
“They’re not,” I assured. I dived into her neck as I lowered to her pussy, probing that tight fucking hole. “But maybe you want them to.” I used my free hand to pinch her nipple. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her tits free and bouncing as I ground my cock into her ass. “Maybe you want them to see how good I’m about to make you feel.” I moaned in her neck. “How wet you’re making my fingers.” I dipped fully inside her, sliding in so easy—she was so fucking worked up. “How hard you’re about to come.”
I couldn’t hear her breathing, but I could feel it.
Each gasp.
Each exhale.
I pinched her nipple, and she bucked, her back arching, her chest heaving for more.
“Or how much you turn me on,” she breathed against me. “That’s what I want them to see.”
“Mmm,” I groaned. “You dirty girl.”
And right now, that dirty girl was mine, and she needed to be rewarded.
My thumb went to the very top of her pussy, a second finger pushed inside her, and a pattern started of lapping her clit and thrusting into her cunt. She was clenching around me, showing me how tight she was, making me jealous of my fingers.
They got to feel the perfectness of her pussy, the narrowness.
She was sucking me in and not letting me go, the same way she did to my cock.
Fuck.
I wanted nothing more than to taste what was soaking my fingers, to be on my knees with my face buried between her legs. That wasn’t going to happen here. I’d have to wait until we got back to the hotel. But that didn’t stop me from moving my hand faster, giving her the pressure she needed.
“Jenner …” Her nails stabbed the back of my neck. “Oh my God.”
I could feel the build happening inside her.
Her breathing changed.
Her hips swung, moving with me, bending her body with each plunge.
“Yes!” She shook. “Fucking yes!”
Her head leaned against me, and I pumped her with the same speed and power as the music blasting through the speakers.
Owning that fucking pussy.
And it didn’t take long before it was fully mine, her body shuddering so hard that I had to hold her stomach so she wouldn’t fall.
“Ahhh!” she moaned. “Fuuuck!”
She felt so good. I could do this over and over again, never stopping, just listening to that sweet, sexy moan on repeat. The desire to please her was a need I’d never felt before.
And, goddamn it, I couldn’t get enough.
The moment she calmed, I pulled my hand out and turned her around. As she watched, I swiped my tongue across my finger, licking the drops off my skin.
Savoring her.
Swallowing her.
“Fuck, Jo.” I made sure all the wetness was gone before I held the back of her head, moving her face closer to mine. “You taste so fucking good.”
She kissed me, sucking my tongue, gripping me with all her strength, her movements almost animalistic.
“You want more?” I said against her lips.
“I do.” Her hands slipped down and clasped mine. “Follow me.”
I said nothing as she led me through the dance floor and back into the VIP area. Instead of returning to the table, she brought me into the hallway where the restrooms were located and into the men’s room, walking us into a stall that she locked the moment we were both inside.
She instantly lowered my zipper, navigating my cock through the hole of my boxer briefs. Once my dick was out, she got on her knees, licking those pouty fucking lips.
“Jo …” I stared down at her as she surrounded the base of my shaft with her fist. “Fuuuck.” I spread my arms out, palms pressing against both walls of the stall. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“I’m taking what’s mine.”
Mine.
I needed to know.
I needed to fucking clarify.
“And that is?”
She looked at me through her long, thick lashes. “Your cum.”
Watching that word come out of her mouth was the hottest thing in the world.
She wanted to make my balls throb. She wanted my nut in her mouth.
She wanted to own my pleasure.
She surrounded my tip, swirling her tongue across it, and my head fell back from the sensation. “It’s all yours,” I exhaled. “Take it.”
Her hand focused on the bottom, twisting, turning, rising to meet her mouth in the center. She added so much of her spit that her tongue was like a fucking sled.
“I want it,” she begged as she surfaced. “I want you to come.” She bobbed harder, picking up speed. “Give it to me, Jenner.”
I held the back of her head, burying my fingers in her hair, watching her choke as she took more of me in. But she never stopped, never paused. She relaxed her throat and sank down, pumping her hand before she rose to the tip and did it again. She knew the amount of tightness I needed, how hard to suction in her cheeks when she was on my crown. How to flatten her tongue when she circled down the middle.
This girl knew how to give some fucking head.
“Yesss!” I took in her face, the way her cheeks expanded around me. “That’s it.” I squeezed her hair. “Suck it. Fucking suck it, Jo.”
My balls were tightening.
My fucking legs turning numb.
“Come for me, Jenner.”
Each order became hotter.
More of a turn-on.
Demanding in a way where I wanted to give her whatever she needed.
And this one triggered the build in my body.
She still had a free hand, and knowing I was watching, she slipped it between her legs, moaning the second it touched her pussy.
The vibration moved across my cock.
“Fuck …” I rocked my hips forward. “Let me see you finger yourself.”
She only had to lift her dress a few inches before I saw her cunt.
And she had two fingers buried deep inside it.
The same place my hand had been.
The place I couldn’t stop dreaming about.
“Make yourself come,” I ordered. “I want us getting off at the same time.”
She had both arms moving, drawing out the most intense feelings from both of us, our sounds matching as they hit the air.
I couldn’t hold off for much longer.
Not with the way she was fisting me, not with the way she was chugging me down.
It felt too good.
And every time I glanced at her, she was finger-fucking that gorgeous pussy.
Each of her breaths hit my cock; each of her moans dragged me farther in.
“Jo,” I barked, the orgasm beginning to take hold. “You’d better fucking come.”
My eyes wanted to close, but I wouldn’t let them.
I needed to see this.
I needed to watch the shudders move across her body.
“Tell me,” she cried. “Oh fuck, Jenner, tell me.”
I reared my hips back, the explosion of tingles moving through my balls and into my shaft, and the first burst shot out of me.
She didn’t need the warning.
She could feel my movements.
She could taste me in her mouth.
But if she needed words, I would give them to her. “I’m fucking coming.”
There was a change in her mouth and the way she was circling my shaft. They both came with a harder suction, like she wasn’t just taking my cum, but also trying to suck it out of me.
And with that came a whole new wave.
A whole new build.
And with each dip, she milked me more with her tongue, the shift in her throat telling me she was swallowing me down.
I clenched her hair in my fist and roared, “Oh fuck.”
I’d never felt anything like it, nothing this engrossing, this amazing.
Pleasure spread across her eyes as I shot another load, and I knew that was when she was coming, her body shaking, her balance almost wavering. But she didn’t let up. She gave me exactly what I needed, draining me, emptying me, pulling every fucking moan out of my body.
She didn’t pause until I eased my cock out of her mouth.
But once that happened, I realized her hand was still on her cunt, continuing to finger-fuck herself. And now that her mouth wasn’t full, I could really hear her sounds.
“Jenner, oh God, yes,” she cried, squeezing my shin.
One last quiver came through her body before she finally stilled.
I helped her onto her feet. Grabbing her fingers before her hand dropped, I brought them up to my mouth, licking them. “That taste …” I shook my head, making sure her skin was dry. “Goddamn it, Jo. I can’t get enough of you.” I held her face, staring into her eyes. “Who the fuck are you?”
Her body stiffened for just a second, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Someone who wants to swallow you again.”