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“This plug has been in all night, and I’ll explode if you don’t get inside me.” He adjusts the chair’s height and locks it in place.
“The goal is for you to detonate once I’m inside you.” I ease his pants over his ass. “I’m gonna paint your insides with a load of my cum.”
“Hurry,” Sky begs, with his legs spread as far as his pants will allow him.
I tease the plug in and out. “Spit,” I order, and hold my hand up to his mouth. He’s well lubed, but I’m not. “My perfect, Angel,” I coo, and get myself ready.
This is risky, so I check in once more, and after he begs, I drive my cock into the hilt.
“Fuck,” I swear, and rest my head on his nape.
“Arion, you gotta move. I’m halfway there.”
“We’re doing this again as soon as we get home,” I state, and lose myself in his body. Short, shallow strokes help us keep our balance, and our bodies know the drill. They’re in sync and about to blow together.
“Mav, look up.” Sky raises his head, and I follow his line of sight to the bodies dancing below.
Only half of the lower level is visible from our position, but I’m fucking Sky. The fact that anyone could be watching sends me over the edge. Sky comes with me and milks my cock for every drop.
I’m higher than I’ve ever been. Drunk on Sky while a few people stare up at us. It’s obvious what we’re doing, but no one can see. His body has become one with the chair, and nothing compares to this. Not even winning The Cup is on par with being inside him.
One person’s jealous eyes lock with mine, but Sky shifts, stealing all my attention.
“Drink or go home?”
“Home.” I’m reduced to single words but reach for the cloth in my pocket to clean the love of my life.
“Where’d that come from?” Sky eyes me over his shoulder.
“My pocket, home, my grandfather? What are you asking?” I ease out and catch my cum. He has a fist full of his own, and I hand him a cocktail napkin.
Sky howls in surprise, sending a gush of cum from his ass. “You’re cleaning me up with a family heirloom?”
I stiffen, then laugh into his skin. “He’d be so proud of the way I take care of my man.”
“I love it.” Sky pushes off the chair, and we redress the best we can.
The bouncer raises his brow when we pass him, but Sky flashes his megawatt smile and pats his arm as if consoling him.
I’m relaxed and sated, pulling him onto my lap in the car. The driver doesn’t pay us any attention, and we should be home for round two in half an hour.
“Wish we were closer,” Sky says with a pout.
“Me too.” My ringing phone takes some repositioning to get it out of my pocket.
Finn’s name pops up, and he speaks as I answer. “Heads-up. Date night is hitting the gossip sites.”
Chapter 26
Skylar Engelhardt/ Lark Angel
Mav stands on my bed, holding a cookie over his head. The last cookie. My favorite, which Maria made, and I can’t buy more of them. His grin reminds me of when he won an individual hockey trophy in high school.
“Someone got cocky.” I feign disinterest, hoping to catch him off guard.
“Someone’s been full of my cock, and I need refueling.” He licks the cookie, assuming I won’t totally eat it after. “It’s not every day we get away with having sex in a club without anyone noticing.”
“You don’t fool me. The only reason you didn’t shit yourself when Finn called is because you threw up in your mouth.” Honestly, we both died in the rideshare. Until Finn told us someone sold pictures of us at the restaurant. We celebrated by having more sex behind closed doors.
