I laugh nervously.
“That’s one way to put it.”
“It turns you on when you hear me talk about fucking you.”
Biting my lip, I nod in response.
“Why do you think I’m talking about it, cariño?”
I mindlessly clear my throat and smile, sensing the tension growing between my legs.
The physical answer strains against my hand when I lower my touch and drag it over his fly.
His erection pushes against my hand through the fabric of his pants. I can’t stop and cuff his cock before running my fist down. He is perfectly hard, his dick pointing up.
I stroke him, looking at my hand, and when I raise my eyes, my hand still on his hard-on, he meets my gaze with a drunken stare.
“You still want to fuck me…?” I murmur, gently stroking his erection.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
I stay silent.
“Because of Kai?” he murmurs.
I tilt my chin down in a soft nod.
He laughs, flashing a bright smile.
“You must know by now we each have our own business with you. What happens when we’re all in the room is one thing, and what happens in private is another. What happens when this is over… Well, that will be a different thing. You know, as strange as it sounds, this whole mess, if we are to be honest, only increases the pleasure coming from you changing partners. We are not at that point where our hearts call the shots. It will happen eventually, but we’re not there yet. So why not enjoy it?”
“Are you talking me into doing naughty things?” I murmur, my eyes locked with his.
His lips are so close to mine, his breaths rolling over my lips. He smells like mint, musk, and scotch. And he smells like hot sex.
His shoulders dip a little as he relaxes his stance and leans forward slightly, my hand still cupping his hardness.
“I think you’re doing them, cariño. You’ve been doing them all along…”
The last words resonate across my lips. My face is tipped up while his is tilted down when our lips connect.
Damn… All that talking makes me quiver under his touch, gooseflesh spreading across my shoulders, tingles swirling down my legs. He doesn’t even touch me, and I’m pulsing softly, aroused and ready for this naughty kiss.
His kiss is sensual, soft, and possessive in a reclaiming kind of way. I knew things would get interesting, not that they weren’t before.
I bring my free hand to his neck and spread my fingers over his skin while stroking his hard length and balls through his dress pants.
We only last for a few moments before he wraps his arms around me and presses his hard-on into me. The second he does that, my breaths become a suffocating mess.
We kiss harder and as quietly as we can while the people and music become louder.
We turn each other on without a set plan. We were supposed to spend the night together, and we are. And we will. But we are in the middle of the ocean, metaphorically speaking, and literally, and also having company, I might add.
Invited to someone’s party.
There is no point in what we’re doing, but this is not about that. This is about setting my body ablaze.
Making me want them.