Mason takes my hand and pulls me further into the club and through another door, which leads to what looks to be a separate club. The lighting in here is a lot darker than the main part of the club and…and… Are they fucking on the dance floor? Are they? Oh my, God!
Chuckling, Mason wraps his arms around me and walks me over to the back of this room. My eyes are wide as I watch a guy fingering his dance partner. Seriously! I’m not a prude, but well...I mean, wow.
Taking hold of my face, Mason pulls me into his body before sliding his hands around to my ass. He squeezes my ass cheeks as he aligns his dick with my throbbing pussy. I’m always wet whenever he’s near, but seeing the couple on the dance floor has me ready to rip his jeans open and climb aboard.
Moaning, he inserts his leg between mine and starts moving me to the beat of the music. My hands cling to his arms as we continuing grinding against each other.
He’s hard and throbbing against me and I feel desperate to get him inside me. I need him to touch me between my legs. I know the minute he does I’ll come. Keeping my hands on his arms, I throw my head back, arching my back, which shoves my breasts closer to him…and, yes—he nibbles on a nipple through my dress. I shudder and reach with one hand to stroke him through his pants.
“Fuck… Bianca… It’s hard enough holding back with you grinding on me, but with your hand there, I’m going to come.”
I’m not even drunk as I never managed to order my drink, but I find I like being out in the open, touching and rubbing against my guy. Because, he is my guy. Smiling, I leave his button fastened to keep his pants up, but I unzip him and hear him growl as I put my hand inside the opening to stroke his naked cock. No underwear.
I’m really going to do this. Taking a firm hold around him, I feel him quiver and then hiss through his teeth when I bring him out of his pants and start rubbing my finger around the head of his cock. I toy with the wet slit, sliding his sticky pre-cum into it.
“Bianca,” he whispers, pushing back and forth in my hand.
“Inside me.”
Mason keeps our lower half together, but moves his chest away from mine to meet my eyes. Whatever he sees, he likes because the hem of my dress slips up and his fingers start sliding through my wet heat before dipping inside me. He freezes when he feels just how wet I am before pulling his fingers out from between my thighs. With his gaze burning into mine, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.
My heart feels ready to beat out of my chest and my whole body is ready to ignite. Mason knocks my hand away from his dick, and takes hold, moving his hand back and forth as we both watch the tip leaking. He drags one of my legs over his hip and, before I can take a breath, he’s inside me and my legs back down with one of his still between mine.
He’s so big inside me—hard and throbbing. I can feel every inch of him as my pussy tightens around his length, trying to suck him further inside. His hands tighten on my bottom, holding me to him, before he starts moving to the beat of the music again, and I swear to God, my eyes roll back in pleasure. It’s like nothing I’ve experienced before as we stay locked against each other. If he starts pounding inside me then it will be obvious as to what we’re doing so we just continue to move to the music, his hands squeezing my butt. As the music drums inside me like his cock, he pulls me tighter, taking a firmer hold of me, and his movements become a steady grind, perfectly timed to the music. Both beat within me—erotic and pulling me closer to orgasm. My head drops to his shirt as I scream into his chest while my orgasm rips through me, my pussy sucking his cock deeper. My channel flutters around him. He’s obviously unable to hold back any longer because he slams in and out of me three times before he pounds into me one final time and drops his face into my neck as I feel his cock jerking and coating my walls in his release.
That was hot.
Mason lifts his head and meets my eyes before feathering kisses around my lips. “I’m desperate to taste you, but he’ll know, and you’re not ready for that tonight.”
Pushing away from me, I groan as his cock creates a delicious friction on its way out of my body. I look down and can just make out our release glistening along his length, which is still hard.
He smirks as he quickly pulls my dress down and shoves his junk away.
“I want to spend time with you tomorrow?”
I start to shake my head.
“Please, Bianca. Just us. I’ll drive for a couple of hours so no one will see us.”
How the hell can I refuse him? Tonight I’m going to tell Tim, because I’m not going to be able to let him touch me now. Mason’s claimed me. No matter what happens in the future, I’m his.
“Alright. Meet me behind Walmart at nine in the morning.”
Chapter Six
Mason
Driving up the coast to my favorite place, I can’t stop thinking about the woman sitting beside me. I want her. I can’t stop wanting her. Last night in the club had blown my mind. Regardless of what you might think I’ve never done that before. In fact, I’ve never had sex in public before last night. My girl is hot and listening to her make those little noises she makes when she’s about to come, drives me over the top with hunger.
This morning though there’s something bothering her. She was happy to see me, there’s no mistaking that after the way she kissed me in greeting, but there’s something dark that is taking the light out of her eyes. I don’t care what happens, by the end of the day I’m going to find out what it is because I want her completely h
appy.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” She breaks my musing with her question and her hand, which is sliding slowly up my thigh.
I grin. “You might want to watch where you put that hand.”
My heart thuds in my chest when she starts rubbing me through my jeans, waking my dick up. The minute she touches me the fire starts low in my belly, travelling toward my balls. Around Bianca I always seem to have trouble controlling my response and…fuck! “Stop…Oh, God, you’re going to make me crash.”