“Probably. At the very least, they can see the car rocking. I kinda hope they can, though. If we are being watched…I hope he sees how fucking sexy you are riding me. Hope he can see me squeeze your breast and flick your clit. Hope he sees how worked up I make you. And I hope he sees how goddamn amazing you look taking my cock.”
I know exactly who he’s referring to. If Justin is stalking me, he’s getting a full NC-17 show. He’ll see a man take care of me the way he never could. If it were up to Easton, he’d find a way to take him out for good, but I only want him out of my life so I can move on without fear. Though I do appreciate the way Easton is ready and willing to harm anyone who acts as a threat.
I nod in agreement, and as our lips crash together, the orgasm builds. He continues rubbing circles with one hand, then reaches behind and puts one in my tight hole. My head falls back on my shoulders, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to last before I lose control. More people pass by, and within seconds, my entire body shakes and seizes.
“Oh my God, Easton,” I scream out my release, not caring who can hear me. I come so hard he has to steady me.
“Fuck,” he whisper-hisses as my pussy nearly squeezes off his dick. Just by his slowed movements, I can tell that he’s close. Easton grabs my ass cheeks, creating more friction, and soon, he’s losing himself inside me. We wrap our arms around each other as we steady our breathing. Eventually, I open my eyes and meet his intense ones.
“That orgasm nearly blinded me,” I admit.
He steals a kiss. “You enjoyed that fantasy.”
I wiggle against him. “I did. The risk of being seen or caught. The thought of him watching us and you claiming me. Shit, I’m getting worked up all over again just thinking about it.”
He chuckles. “I adore this version of you, baby. And don’t worry, I enjoyed it too. Oh, I brought a towel,” he tells me, pointing at it on the floorboard.
“Oh thank goodness.”
Once we’re cleaned and dressed, Easton reaches forward and turns on the car, then blasts the A/C. I try to cool down as we stretch out in the back seat.
“Guess I can mark that one off the list,” I beam.
“Next up is Germany.”
I chuckle.
“Then we can fuck in the plane bathroom on our way home.”
He hums. “You’re getting me hard again, babe.”
I squeeze my legs together. “I’m already aching for more of you.”
He chuckles. “I can never get enough.” He leans in, sliding his tongue between my lips. We make out some more, and I’m tempted to ride him again, but I know we should get going before someone really does see us. The quicker we enjoy this festival, the sooner we can go home and fool around.
Easton intertwines his fingers with mine as we head down the sidewalk with flustered faces and swollen lips. I can feel every place he’s been this past week, and there’s not a chance in hell I ever want to give that up. He knows my body better than anyone.
“You good?” he asks when we get closer to the festivities. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a crowded place.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Knowing there’s a warrant out for Justin’s arrest makes me feel safer. He won’t be out in the open and risk getting caught, even if he’s here. He’s not that stupid.”
“If he is, there’d be hundreds of witnesses,” Easton admits.
I nod.
He leans in and whispers, “I have to admit that having you come on my dick with the possibility of your ex-husband watching turned me on even more.” His mouth traces the shell of my ear, and goose bumps trail over my body. My pussy throbs just thinking about it.
I lean in and speak softly. “If he did see, I’m sure his ego’s bruised that you made me come.”
Before he can pull away, I place my hand on his cheek and crash my mouth against his. He smiles against my lips. “You’re mine, baby. I will worship your sweet little cunt until the day I die,” he states for only me to hear.
My eyes flutter open. “I love the sound of that.”
Easton takes my hand again, and we make our way down the sidewalk and look at all the craft tables.
“Oh my goodness!” I gasp when I see a necklace made of sea glass.
“Yeah, this is what I was talking about! Do you see one you like?”
“They’re all beautiful.”
He reaches forward and grabs one with turquoise-colored glass, then steps behind me and puts it around my neck. “Beautiful.”
“That one looks great on you,” the woman says, and I can see she’s wearing one almost identical to mine.