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“I-I am?”
“You think I’m gonna let you get away now?” He wraps his hands around my waist, crushing me against his body, and his scent surrounds me—a mix of pheromones, spice, and masculine male. He tilts his hips, nestling his enormous length between my ass cheeks. “I knew you’d feel good in my lap.”
For several moments, I’m speechless, my mind spinning from too much champagne and stimulation. From too many curious eyes, despite the gauzy partition between the stage and the rest of the ball.
To break the tension, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “I’m surprised you put up a curtain.”
“Not everyone is up for the challenge like you are.”
“You didn’t leave me with much choice.”
“Uh-uh. You can’t blame me for this. You’re up here because you want to be.” He drapes my legs on either side of his, spreading me wide open for the guests to gawk at.
I try to bring my knees together, but his are in the way, keeping my bare pussy exposed. A collective murmur trickles through the crowd, and I pick up words and phrases like “wet” and “begging to be fucked.”
“I don’t think I can do this.”
“Be a dirty girl for me.” Ignoring my protest, Ford cups my lace-covered breasts, thumbs whisking over hardened nipples, and an electric current zaps me to the core. My hips rock without instruction.
“Such a good, dirty girl.” His satisfied growl rumbles beneath me. “I bet I can guess who’s got you wet.”
My gaze connects with a pair of blazing blue eyes, and Ford chuckles.
“Should’ve gone with silver,” he says.
I’ve never regretted a decision more.
As Sebastian’s predatory stare heats every inch of my body, I wish I could rewind time and choose silver. If I had, Ford might allow him on this platform with me, touching and tasting and driving me wild. Instead, I settle for the weight of his gaze on my skin. It zeros between my thighs, stalling there as he licks his lips, and if that’s not an invitation to take what I crave, then I don’t know what is.
“Touch yourself,” Ford whispers, echoing Sebastian’s unspoken sentiment, his lips a warm tease on my neck. “Give our guests a show they won’t forget.”
“How should I…?” With an uncertain gulp, I trail off. “What do you want me to do?”
He pushes my hand between my legs. “Do whatever feels good. Rub your clit, tease yourself with a finger, or maybe you want to try a rougher technique?” His exhale shudders against my skin. “I’ve heard Sebastian likes it rough, out of control, desperate. So do I.”
I’m. On. Fire.
Plunging a finger into my drenched opening, I try to stifle a moan, but one breaks free anyway. The symphony of my arousal spurs me on, making my body slacken against Ford in sensory overload.
He’s hard and warm underneath me, his hands playing with my nipples, his knees keeping mine spread so lustful eyes can watch while I play with myself. Using the palm of my hand, I massage my clit, my pace increasing with each circular motion.
Pressure amps, blood pumps faster, making me squirm on Ford’s lap. My mouth forms Sebastian’s name, and our eyes lock. Everyone else fades away, ceasing to exist as the room narrows to only him and me.
To his kissable bottom lip, tugged between his teeth, and my newly confident fingers, pumping in and out of my pussy.
Faster. Harder. Giving in to the intensity of pleasure. Ignoring the pinch of virtue’s pain.
I bring my hand to my mouth long enough to suck a digit between my lips, and Sebastian’s nostrils flare, his eyes narrowing to azure slits.
He’s blazing for me, hotter than I’ve ever seen him burn.
My head thrashes from side to side as I return my hand to the center of my need for him, pushing deeper, imagining he’s the one touching me. Possessive authority transforms his scruffy face, tightening his mouth into a grim line, hardening his jaw with the need to conquer me from where he stands. His hands fist at his sides.
He’s holding himself in check by a thread.
And I’m reeling, my heartbeat palpitating in ecstasy’s dance, muscles tense as I hang suspended in the space between exquisite buildup and euphoric release.
“So close,” Ford breathes, hips rocking to the same beat as mine. “So ready to come.” He grips my inner thighs. “You want it, don’t you?”
