My hands tighten on her arse, tugging us even tighter together as I lift my hips from the seat, taking over her pleasure.
“Oh God,” she moans, her back arching and her eyes falling closed.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, and she immediately rips her eyelids open and stares right at me.
“Shit,” Stella hisses, and I glance over just in time to see Seb’s hand disappear between their bodies.
Stella’s plea rips through the air, echoing around us.
“Girls like doing everything together,” Seb laughs, although the roughness of his voice gives away just how badly he needs to sink balls deep into his girl. A feeling I’m more than familiar with right now. “Ready to give our nice driver a lasting impression of his favourite journey of the night?”
“Seb,” she cries as Emmie whimpers when I grind against her again.
“Exactly what we thought. Dirty little princesses,” Seb mutters.
I want to join in, but I can’t. I’m too lost watching the expression on Emmie’s face morph to one of undiluted pleasure.
Her eyes are so dark they’re practically black, her lids are heavy with desire, her lips parted as she tries to catch her breath and the blush on her cheeks spreads down her neck and disappears beneath her dress.
“Let go,” I whisper. It’s so quiet I don’t think she could have possibly heard me over her ragged breaths, but then her entire body stills for a beat before her release slams into her. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, her eyes damn near closing, but not quite, and her fingers curl around my shoulders, her nails digging into them through my shirt.
“Fuck,” I breathe as I watch her slowly come back to herself, everything else around me a blur. She is literally the only thing I see.
“You two fucking getting out or what?” the deep, familiar voice growls from somewhere outside of the car.
Ripping my eyes from Emmie, I glance out the window, seeing our hotel.
Turning the other way, I find Seb standing on the pavement, looking into the car with a smirk on his face.
“Shit,” I hiss, quickly reaching for the handle.
“Don’t worry, I’ve already given our accommodating driver a more than healthy tip for that journey.”
Emmie snorts a laugh as I help her off my lap.
“Appreciate it, mate,” I say, not risking a glance in the rear-view mirror for fear that I’ll see his desire for my girl.
Pretending he was oblivious to what just happened, I follow Emmie out, shoving my hand into my trousers to adjust my painful boner.
“Last ones to the suite are losers,” Seb barks before he and Stella take off like idiots, laughing through the hotel lobby and causing more than a few concerned glances from the patrons.
I’m sure this isn’t the kind of place they expect sixth form kids to be staying, but fuck them.
We’re as entitled to a room here just as much as they are.
The doors to the lift Stella and Seb darted into close a beat before we get there, but I see that as a good thing. We’ve already shared enough in the past twenty minutes, even if I completely blanked what was happening right beside me as my girl started to fall.
The second the doors to the next lift open, I drag Emmie inside, tapping our suite key to the control panel to allow it to take us right to the top.
The second the doors close behind us, Emmie’s palms slam down on my chest and I allow her to back me up into the wall as the air around us crackles with electricity.