“Do we want to take this inside?” I pant betweenbreaths, looking over the balcony onto the patio below us. The dinner crowd is filling in and bustling. The sound of dishes and silverware clattering mix with wine-fueled conversation and fill the warm summer air. The house is surrounded by tall trees and it almost feels like we’re tucked in a forest canopy. The way the balcony is built into the house, we’re only visible from the waist up. Judging by the devilish grin he levels on me, he must be noting the same thing.
He doesn’t say anything. Instead he kisses me one more time before his teeth tug at my lower lip. Then he drops his mouth to my neck, sucking and nipping on my hammering pulse point. The feeling of his soft, warm lips brings my need to an urgent level. I lace my fingers into his hair and throw my head back, giving him full access to my neck. I whimper when he kisses my collarbone and down the neckline of my dress. My nipples tighten and I want his touch everywhere, right now.
He chuckles to himself and I feel his heated breath against my bare skin. “I prefer right here, right now if you think you can be quiet for me.”
“Mmhmm.” I nod urgently because I don’t want to leave this spot. He has me so worked up already I don’t want to stop him.
“Good girl,” he says, dropping to his knees. “Now, lean back against the railing and let me take that edge off for you.”
I watch his hands run up my thighs, hiking my dress up. He presses kiss after worshipping kiss up my legs and my pussy clenches when his stubble grazes my thighs.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about how good you taste.” He looks up at me just long enough that I can see the hunger in his eyes. His hands run further up my thighs and hook into the elastic of my thong. He inches it down so painfully slow that I squirm, craving his touch.
“You sure you’re OK with doing this right here?”
I nod, desperate to find friction and relief. “Yes. Now, stop talking.”
His pupils blow and he tugs my thong down, grabbing my legs one by one and lifting them out of it. “With pleasure, Shadow.”
This time, he wraps it around his wrist like a damn scrunchy.
“Such a gentleman,” I tease.
He pushes my dress up and kisses me just above the apex of my thighs. “Well, we are going on a date later. Figured you’ll want this pair back.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply with a witty comeback before he traces a finger over my entrance so painfully slow that my pussy tightens around nothing and I let out a needy whimper. He chuckles against my thigh before circling the pad of his finger over my swollen clit. I rock my hips forward, into his touch, digging my teeth into my lip to stifle a moan.
The diners below might not be able to see what’s happening, but a loud moan might draw some attention. Sutton reminds me of that when his sky blue eyes find mine. He takes his finger off my clit—only driving my need higher—before licking it and holding it to his lips.
“Shh. I told you my date comes first, and for that to happen, you need to be quiet.”
My inner-bitch wants to roll my eyes at him, but I can’t look away from his feral grin and those dimples. His tongue darts over his finger again and I can see it glisten from just barely grazing my pussy and clit.
“Are you going to keep playing with me or actually do what we both know we want to happen?” My voice is a breathy plea, nearly a whisper.
His eyes close and he hums his approval. He drops his lips to my thigh, quickly kissing up my heated skin before hismouth finds my pulsing clit. He opens wide and swirls his tongue around it. I drop my hand to his hair, lacing my fingers into his inky locks. He sucks and nips before flicking his tongue over that sensitive spot.
I swallow another moan and he runs one of his strong hands up the back of my thigh. His large hand cups my ass and he lifts his lips from my clit as he peers up at me. “The other night wasn’t enough.”
He licks his lips and I pant. “Then why did you stop?”
He smirks and then I feel his other hand run up my thigh and cup my pussy. “So I could watch your face when I do this.”
He plunges one of his thick fingers into my entrance and I gasp. He holds my gaze while he pumps and curls his finger into me, grinding the base of his palm against my clit.
“Shit, that feels so good,” I hiss out.
He flicks his eyebrows. “Shh.”
I quirk a brow at him and I feel it when he adds a second finger and fuck—I forgot how it felt to have someone, other than myself, pleasure me.
He takes that hand from my ass and runs it down to the back of my knee before hiking my leg over his shoulder. His gaze doesn’t waver when he drops his lips back to my clit. It feels like he’s looking right into my soul when he swipes his tongue back and forth in rhythm with his fingers buried inside me.
I’m careening toward the edge of bliss again and I give in. I want to take it, take something for me.
I don’t think twice about digging my heel into his back, increasing the pressure of his mouth on me. He rewards me by sucking on my clit and flicking his tongue faster. My free hand cups one of my breasts and I roll my hard nipple between my fingers through the thin fabric. That jolt of pleasure on top of what he’s doing to my body nearly uncoils thatknot of tension low in my stomach. I relish in the stimulation and arch my back, desperate for even more friction to push me over the edge.
“That’s right. Use me. Come for me,” he rasps against my slick skin.