Chapter Sixteen
Gillian
“No, Gillian. This is a terrible idea. What if somebody comes back here?”
“Sit down.” I pointed at the couch at the back of the room.
“You’re going to get us into trouble.”
I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, crashing my lips against his. “I don’t care.” I pushed him back onto the couch. “I don’t think you do, either.” I let my hips swing left, then right, in time with the music.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Stop. No.”
“Shut up.” I threw my foot forward and let it rest on his crotch.
He obeyed.
“You like what you see?” I stepped closer, my body still flowing with the music.
He nodded his head.
“Yeah?” I started pulling up my shirt slowly. “You want this?”
He leaned back, nodding his head in time with the beat. I jumped up, straddling him with my knees, and pulled forward, my breasts in his face. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said and tried to wrap his arm around me, but I pulled back and stood up.
I met his eyes, my hips swaying as I lifted my top up slowly and with a sharp exhale, threw it onto the ground. “Oooh,” I laughed.
He flew up out of his chair and grabbed me. “Come here.”
“What are you doing?”
“You think I’m gonna let you get away with that?” He bent me over the couch. “You’re in trouble, and I think you need a spanking.” He ripped my leggings down, letting a gust of cold air in. “One.” He slammed his hand down and dug his finger deep into my pussy. “Two.” He grabbed me by the stomach and flipped me over, staring down at me with a predatorial grin. Then he whipped his hand over my clit.
The room shook.
“Three.” This time, he slammed against my clit, sending an electric jolt that surged out, lighting a spark between my legs.
I watched, paralyzed, as he dropped his pants. His cock popped out. It was jumping up and down when he walked over to me and lifted my legs. “Girl, you better hope they don’t hear you over the music because I’m going to make you scream.”
He grabbed his cock by the base and slammed into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his cock slipped in, then pounded through. He was grunting and heaving, his lips curled up at the side with his arms flexing.
He reached down to grab my clit and pinched it between his fingers. It was like being whipped with a wire, a sweet burn that turned the spark between my legs into a flame. He was pushing deeper, with the full force of his manhood, rubbing his head over my spot, massaging it as he slid in and out.
He started moving faster, taking control. This was a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. His quiet, stoic demeanor was just a cover for his larger than life persona, and I was drunk on it. It wasn’t just the sensation that was exciting me. It was the sight of him enjoying himself, pleasuring me, and worshipping my body.
He lowered himself down and started kissing me, slow at first, then faster now that the tempo was increasing. I wanted to scream, just like he said, but I couldn’t. We were going to get found out if we weren’t careful. I was being reckless, but I couldn’t stop. I had to give into the feeling — it was too powerful now.
His cock was feeding the flames growing inside me, and that sweet warmth was starting to surface. My voice came out in soft cries. I couldn’t stop it. Then, the heat erupted through me, and I was screaming.
He looked down at me and laughed as he pulled out. “I told you that I was going to make you scream.
“Come here,” I said as I grabbed him by the collar and kissed him.
He looked back at the door. “We should go. Your brother’s going to notice we’re missing.”
“Shoot,” I shot up off the couch and started getting dressed. Back in the bar, Michael was sitting at the table with the two girls that he and Dwayne took to the dance floor. He waved us over.
“Where’ve you two been?”
“We were just taking shots at the bar. You want one?”
“Dang right, I do. Come on.”
“Do you think we’re alright?” Dwayne asked me.
“Yeah, but let’s get him drunk to be sure.” I pinched Dwayne’s butt and walked back to the bar.