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"Fuck." His fingers tighten around my throat to the point I may actually pass out. The air traveling in my lungs is thinner, my vision is coming in blurry, my eyes watering with every pump of his hips hitting that magical spot over and over again.
"My dirty little whore likes to be fucked, doesn't she? You like the idea of any one of these bastards walking up and seeing your pussy getting rammed. By me. By fucking me, Briar."
I can't speak, there isn't enough oxygen to allow it, but I groan and I love every fucking minute of his talented cock.
Closing my eyes, I let my mouth drop to tell him I can't breathe, but his free hand slides over to my clit and rubs quick, urgent circles until my stomach contracts and my legs go a little weak.
He's not relenting, but heisgiving me memories I'll probably use for my spank bank at a later date.
One of my hands slaps the wall in front of me and somewhere in my haze of pre-orgasm, I hear someone ask what that noise was. At this point, Travis is right. I don't fucking care if we do get caught. Hell, maybe I want these other assholes to see that I already belong to someone. Maybe then they'll keep their dirty hands off of me.
"Do you want to come?" His words are a question, but I know damn well he's not asking me a single fucking thing. He's toying with me, probably deciding to do the exact opposite. It's a good thing I can't physically answer anyway.
"Of course you do, you little slut." Turning my head just enough that he releases some of the pressure, I take in a deep gulp of air and when it's time for me to exhale, I'm assaulted by his delicious mouth, his tongue searching and taking. His groans mixing with my gasps. It's so fucking hot that I'm having a hard time thinking straight.
"We better hurry, I don't want any of those fuckers seeing what belongs to me." With a flick of his finger and pinch between index and thumb, he hits the perfect spot with his cock and my entire body soars with the overload of sensations.
"That's it, give it to me. Cover my cock with your cum, Briar. I want to smell like you while I walk around this fucking disgusting party." And I do. We do. We come so hard and so much that I'm sure I'll be wearing our juices down my thighs for the rest of the night, but I don't give a fuck.
We both needed this.
We both needed to remember that none of this matters.
When he stills inside of me, his arms wrap around me as I lean against the wall, using him and it to keep me upright. "You don’t get to clean up, Briar. I want you to feel me on you all night."
I nod because, at this point, I’d agree to almost anything.
He softly kisses my neck. "That’s my good girl."
He pulls back from me and I hear the sound of his zipper before he crouches down and pulls up the pooled material of my dress, helping me zip it up while I catch my breath.
He turns me around and kisses me once more before leading me to the bathroom. "Just sort your hair and face, Briar. No clean up."
"I won’t," I tell him, my heart still pitter-pattering in my chest. I reach up on tiptoe and kiss his cheek chastely.
I turn to enter the bathroom when he grabs my arm and pulls me back into him. "You’re mine, Briar, and you need to remember it, even with their hands on you."
I nod, not willing to interject that I’m not just his. This doesn’t feel like the time.
"Game face back on, we have a game of chess to finish," he mutters.
I smile grimly. "Oh, we do, and I’m fully aware I’m the pawn."
"Oh no, my beautiful little nightmare," he says with a grin. "You’re the queen, and we’re all playing for keeps."
* * *
After spending the rest of the night terrified that I smell like sex, I’m glad when the guys round me up and announce it’s time to leave.
This entire night has been, for lack of a better word, fucking gross. I’ve had way too many hands feeling me up, and I just want to go home and shower.
Especially since the evidence of Travis and me is still sticky on my thighs.
"At last," I sigh as Asher hands me my shawl and I give him my bag as I wrap it around my shoulders.
"Let’s go," Travis says, stalking ahead with Cole while they bitch and moan about their dads, trying to work out how to stop me being sold to the highest bidder. We reach the exit and I suck in a deep breath of fresh air, trying to release some of the tension built up inside of me.
Apparently, Pops’ threats fell on deaf ears.
