As his grip on her hair tightens, her mouth opens, and he presses himself inside. “Fuck, Kate. I’ve dreamed about this. Your fucking mouth.” Then he eases his grip, letting her take over. Her hands tighten around his thighs, her nails digging in as she works her way up and down his length, licking and sucking. Her mouth is hot as sin, but it feels like heaven. When he gets too close, he tugs her hair, pulling her away. “You’re way too good at that.”
She grins at the praise, saying, “Thank you. You could have had that a long time ago if you weren’t so stubborn.”
He shakes his head, laughing as leans forward, kissing the corner of her lips before pressing her backward until her back hits the seat. “As if I’m the only stubborn one in thisrelationship. You ready for me?” he asks as he reaches between her legs to confirm.
“Zephyr, yes, you ridiculous man,” she ekes out between heavy breaths.
Her thighs spread, and he can see the glistening mess she is. Then he’s hovering over her, lining himself up. “I would take my time, but I’m sure security is on their way.”
“Fuck,” she says as he presses in. He can’t help but feel proud at her use of the word. Not to mention turned on.
He works in methodical, pulsing strokes, thumbing her clit in the way he’s learned she likes. Her body tenses and her teeth sink into his shoulder as she quakes beneath him. Feeling her flutter is fucking heaven, and it takes his full concentration not to follow her over the edge.
He keeps moving, determined to cement his position as the man in her life. Her second one comes as he pulls her atop him, making her play with herself to get there as she rides him. All the while, he buries his face in her perfect tits, nipping and caressing while he mentally chants a prayer for strength. He refuses to let their first coupling to end before he can give her a third.
Footsteps sound outside, and angry voices float through the door. Damn. There’s always later. Assuming he survives.
No. Fuck that. He lifts her off him, spinning her so she is facing bubble’s wall. They look out over a crowd of swarming bodies who can’t see them. “Hands on the back of the couch and widen your knees.”
She does as he tells her, and he settles himself between them before sliding inside. “God, you’re even wetter than before.”
There’s more rustling outside the bubble, then a knock which reverberates hollowly. Kate glances behind him at the door.
“Don’t focus on them. Focus on me.” Over his shoulder he yells, “Fuck off.”
Then he goes to work on number three. By now Kate is quivering, barely able to hold herself up, so James snakes an arm around her waist to bear some of her weight. A guttural moan escapes him as he yanks her viciously back onto himself.
Between Kate’s throaty pants, he can hear whoever has been knocking on the door punch a code into the exterior lock panel. Thenthe lock and the door hiss open. With how his mostly clothed body is positioned, he’s covering Kate’s nudity, though he isn’t entirely sure she’d mind being watched.
“Eyes forward,” he instructs, wrapping a hand around her throat from behind to angle her jaw. Then he glances over his shoulder. A man in an official-looking uniform stares at them from the doorframe, mouth agape. “Get the fuck out,” he spits through gritted teeth, having no doubt the man will comply. At least for a little while. He doesn’t stop moving. It’s not like people aren’t having sex in every corner of this weird establishment, anyway.
Finally, the man loses the battle of wills with a sigh. “Five minutes,” he says.
“Ten,” James counters, which gets a little shiver out of Kate.
The door clicks shut, and James resumes his punishing pace. It doesn’t take long before Kate’s inner walls grip him tight. Thank goodness he only has a few minutes because he isn’t sure he could last any longer. Pure bliss has almost sent him flying over the edge half a dozen times. Gripping her breasts, he slams in a last time before his vision darkens, and an obscene pleasure burns through him. When he finally comes back to reality, he realizes he’s clinging to Kate as if she were the sole life preserver from a plane that’s crashed into the sea. Ironic, because in so many ways, she is.
He kisses her shoulder and her neck as he slowly releases her.
“James, that was . . .” Kate trails off.
“I know,” he says, softly kissing her lips as he turns her to face him. “I think we both needed that.”
He takes the napkins from his pocket that he collected on the way in and cleans up the mess he’s made between her thighs. She’s staring at him with awe, and he wonders if his expression is the same.
“I’m glad to know sex is an option for making you compliant,” he teases, giving her a wink as he helps her off the couch.
She returns an eye roll, saying to no one in particular, “Myboyfriendis ridiculous.”
It earns her a chuckle.
Her legs tremble slightly as he helps her adjust her dress. Because he knows she’ll like it, he says, “You look thoroughly fucked, sweetheart.”
She offers him a giddy, half-crazed smile, and he can’t help but pull her in for a kiss.
“Beautiful,” he says, brushing a stray strand of hair from her temple.
Her grin becomes smug as the door behind him opens, and he can’t hide his amusement as he snatches his jacket off the couch, tossing it over a shoulder. He offers the opposite arm to Kate. She takes it, leaning on him as he leads them out of the bubble. As they pass the security guard and the four stunned patrons, he notes their envious glances. He’s pleased her. Now he can only hope he’ll have enough time for his body to recover before she’s ready for the promised round two.
