Page 165 of Trapped Truth

“No you’re not. Now these fools have to watch me spread those devilish legs and fuck into you. That’s your fault, red.”

“Mm, I’ll take the blame.”

Between the wall and his muscular planes, there’s nowhere to run. Just the way I like it. The ding of the elevator rising provides a countdown to our hotel suite, but there’s a loud buzz when someone hits the emergency button, bringing us to a stop.

“What?” Axel blusters from near the door. “I want to see the show.”

Hyland grips my jawbone, licking over my lips. “Let’s give him one.”

“Right here?”

His other hand curves over my torso and waist, dropping to cup where my ass juts out. “Got a problem with that?”

“No, I’m game.”

“If that realtor hadn’t followed us into every room, I would’ve stripped you bare and bent this tight ass over back at the house.”

“You’re an animal, Hy.”

“This is what you turn me into.”

Fingertips pull at my waistband, easing inside the fitted denim from the back. I shiver at the feel of his calloused palm underneath my panties, smoothing over my ass then rotating to dip between my splayed thighs.

He cups my weeping core, teasing me with a light clench. My whine travels over Hyland’s lips. It doesn’t take much for him to turn me on, but the combined effect of the others watching us has heat flooding my centre at full speed.

“You’re wet, baby.” Hyland slides his tongue up the column of my throat. “Does this pretty cunt need some relief?”

“Yes.”

“You must be frustrated too.”

A thick finger spears my pussy lips, driving inside without warning. I arch against the elevator wall to take the brute force of it. Over Hyland’s shoulder, the rapt stares of three men effectively trap me in place.

Hyland swirls his digit, pushing another inside to feather the two over my internal walls. I gasp and writhe at the welcome intrusion. He hardly needs to prep me to take what he wants, but the tease is still exhilarating.

Pumping his fingers, he multitasks to ease my jeans lower with his spare hand. Leg lowering, denim pools at my ankles, shortly joined by the brush of cotton panties. He isn’t wasting any time exposing me for everyone to see.

His thumb skates over my clit, making the tingling nub sing for more. I cry out at the sudden loss of pressure when Hyland grips my hips and spins, pushing me face-first into the wall so he can bend my rear at an angle of his choosing.

“You test my patience.” His words are a muffled grunt against the back of my neck.

“Didn’t think you had any of that.”

“Around you? No, it’s impossible.”

My hands splay over the polished wall, every surface cool to the touch. I’m almost bent in half. My backside is pushed out, guided by Hyland’s possessive grip, while my spine curves to offer every inch of bare skin to him.

After an agonising wait that feels far longer than it is, the clank of a belt buckle is all the warning I receive before a warm, velvety force slinks between my thighs. He notches right up against my slick entrance.

“I’m going to fill you up, over and over, until you’re screaming out my name for the whole hotel to hear.”

“Please.” I wantonly tilt my pelvis to press against him. “Oh, Hy.”

“Don’t move, red. You’re gonna take all of me.”

The blunt weight nudging my slit suddenly surges inside. There’s no slow tease or gentle easing in. Not with Hyland. He spears into me without apology, bottoming out with a curse that bounces all around us.

“Fuck! Ember!”