He slid his other hand up my side, then cupped my breast. “You want it, too, don’t you, baby?” he asked, pleased by the way my body was responding to him.
His chest smelled like the leather he’d been wearing. I wanted to stick my tongue out and taste him. See if he was salty from sweat. Inhale his scent deeper. The tenderness between my legs ached.
This was a bad idea I wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Fuck,” he swore, grabbing my waist and spinning me around to face the crowd below.
Then, his fingers found the bottom of my dress, and he pulled the fabric up to my waist. There were many things I should be concerned with in this moment. However, my choice of panties wasn’t one of them. I’d worn my tiniest pair, so there would be no panty line under my dress.
“Jesus Christ,” he swore as his hand ran over my bare butt cheeks.
When he slid a hand between my legs and under the strip of silk that was there, I gasped, and my knees buckled.
Both my hands went out and touched the glass in front of me. I stared down at the people dancing below as Dean thrust a finger inside of me.
“Soaked,” he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Ride my hand. Give me that sweet, hot pussy.”
He was the only man who had ever said words like that to me. Hearing his voice say dirty things made me more desperate. I loved it. I shouldn’t have loved it. I should have been running from it. But it was Dean.
My panties were jerked down my legs until I felt them at my ankles. Dean’s hands ran down the backs of my legs.
“Step out of it, but don’t take off these heels,” he said.
I lifted my left foot for him to pull it free, then my right. Turning my head to look back at him, kneeling down behind me with my panties in his hand, I watched him as he lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply. His eyes met mine, and I felt my entire body flush with heat. Not from embarrassment, but pure, sexual need.
Dean stood up then and tucked my panties into his pocket before going to the button on his jeans. I watched, transfixed, as he unzipped them, then shoved them down his thighs along with his boxer briefs. The thick, hard shaft that sprang free didn’t frighten me. I licked my lips that were dry from my heavy breathing.
“Later,” he said, smirking, then grabbed my hip with his right hand and pulled me back toward him.
His gaze dropped to the space between my legs, and he ran the tip of his cock along the needy, now-swollen area. I shifted, opening my legs more, and leaned forward, pressing my palms against the glass.
Then, with one rock of his hips, he was filling me.
“Jesus,” he groaned.
A cry of pleasure and pain came from my throat. It was a good pain. Being stretched to accommodate his size.
“Fuuuuuck, that’s a tight pussy,” he said, moving back just until he was almost out of me before sinking back in with a hard thrust. “Fuck, Brielle,” he growled. “I knew this pussy would be good, but damn it, baby, this is …” He trailed off as he began pumping inside of me harder.
I moaned and cried out his name, which made him grow wilder, more intense.
“Hottest damn pussy I’ve ever had,” he said, slamming into me as my body climbed toward an orgasm I knew was going to bring me to my knees. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze that dick. Come all over it.”
If he kept talking like that, I was going to any second. My hands fisted against the glass, and I cried out his name. My body began to shake, and then the building inside of me exploded as I jerked back against him several times. My knees buckled, and his arm wrapped around me while he thrust into me a few more times before pulling out.
“FUCK!” he shouted, then moaned as warmth hit my lower back and bottom. “Shit,” he said, sounding as if he was struggling to breathe.
I closed my eyes and rested my head against the glass. Nothing was going to be the same. Nothing.
twenty-three
dean
I hadn’t even thought about a condom. I always used a condom. There was one in my wallet, but I hadn’t considered it. Nothing had mattered once I got a look at her bare ass, except being inside her. Now, as I looked down at my semen all over her gorgeous ass, I hoped she wasn’t mad because, damn, I had to do that again. And again.
Her age no longer mattered. I didn’t care that she was a single mom. Hell, move Cam into my penthouse. I just wanted her in my bed. I had to fuck her again. If I fucked her enough, then I might be able to get her out of my head.
She started to stand up, and I put my hand on her back.