Seven
Jenner
There was no way I could sit at this table with my brothers and friends and Jo’s crew and ignore my cock.
A hard-on that was fucking raging to be inside of her.
Every bit of small talk was making my patience thinner. Every question directed at her was only making me want her more.
I couldn’t wait a second longer to have her alone.
I downed the rest of my drink and growled in her ear, “We’re going to dance.”
She said nothing, not even putting up a fight as I stood from the chair and lifted her into the air, taking a few steps before I set her on her feet.
Dominick glanced at me before I turned, and I mouthed,We’ll be back, before I led her through the VIP area.
We descended the steps, and I brought her to the back of the dance floor.
This was where I wanted her, where we could escape those familiar eyes. Where she only had to focus on me.
Where I could feel the beat blast through her body.
Where I could watch her shake her ass, appreciating the way she moved, how her hips fucked the air, how they found a rhythm as though she were bouncing on my dick.
“I’m surprised you wanted to dance,” she said as I backed her all the way into the corner, the darkest, most private area I could find.
I needed to feel her ass first, so I flipped her around, pressing those perfect cheeks against my cock. I held her waist, my mouth going to her ear. “I want this.”
She circled her arms around my neck, shimmying her body lower, feeling the music. “You have it, Jenner.”
“Fuck me,” I moaned, teasing the bottom of her tit. “You’re fucking delicious.”
I couldn’t hold in my thoughts, especially as her back arched, urging my hands up. I moved to the flatness of her stomach, the dips of her hips before I cupped her tits, grazing her nipples, rubbing my fingers over them. There were cutouts in her dress that ran along her sides, even more slits across her back, the dress hanging low on her chest. The only way she could look sexier was if she was naked. And the best part of these small openings was that they gave me access to her skin.
Skin that I wanted to touch freely without any barrier between us.
Flesh that I wanted to caress.
This position gave me the perfect angle to do both.
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
I dipped into the hole on her back and slid below the fabric to her stomach.
She leaned into me, encouraging me to go further, to feel more of her.
I quickly glanced around us to make sure there wasn’t anyone nearby, that no one was paying attention.
We were in the clear.
I had Jo all to myself.
And I planned to take full advantage of that.
She was shifting her ass across my cock, rubbing the length back and forth. With each grind, she pressed harder, her movements intentional.
Goading me.
When I turned her cheek to bite it, I saw the grin pulling on those gorgeous lips.
“Someone’s ready to play,” I hissed.
“Jenner …” She leaned forward, and even though she was dancing, she was taunting me with doggy style—one of my favorite positions. “I want you.” She moaned just as the bass lowered, drowning out her sound.
But it hit my body.
It vibrated through my goddamn chest.
I pulled her back up, holding her neck against my chest, growling, “I want to bend you over that speaker”—I paused, pointing her toward the section of the dance floor that I was referencing—“and fuck you until you fucking scream.”
She brushed her hand over my cock, holding it, jerking it through my jeans. “How badly do you want to come?”
I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, gnawing the end. “I can’t stop thinking about your pussy.” I kissed down to her collarbone. “I can’t stop thinking about how wet it’s going to be.” I licked the top of her shoulder before working my way back up. “How tight you’re going to clutch me when you’re coming.”
I slapped her ass, earning myself a yelp that I swallowed as I moved across her throat.
“How badly?” I asked, returning to her question. “As badly as I need to hear you come.” I lowered my hand under her dress until my finger hit her clit, pleasantly surprised to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. “I need to feel it.”
“Here?” She quivered. “Oh God.”
I brushed across her clit, rubbing it in a circle, spreading the wetness that was dripping down her.
“I feel like everyone is watching.”
As we faced the dance floor, the darkness encompassing us, the lights didn’t even hit any of the space near us—the main reason I’d picked this spot.
“They’re not,” I assured. I dived into her neck as I lowered to her pussy, probing that tight fucking hole. “But maybe you want them to.” I used my free hand to pinch her nipple. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her tits free and bouncing as I ground my cock into her ass. “Maybe you want them to see how good I’m about to make you feel.” I moaned in her neck. “How wet you’re making my fingers.” I dipped fully inside her, sliding in so easy—she was so fucking worked up. “How hard you’re about to come.”
I couldn’t hear her breathing, but I could feel it.
Each gasp.
Each exhale.
I pinched her nipple, and she bucked, her back arching, her chest heaving for more.
“Or how much you turn me on,” she breathed against me. “That’s what I want them to see.”
“Mmm,” I groaned. “You dirty girl.”
And right now, that dirty girl was mine, and she needed to be rewarded.