Page 82 of Existential
“Take them off.” His finger snaps the waistband of my panties.
I shiver at the directive, and hurriedly remove my underwear.
“Now roll over.”
Huh?A bit of a let down, but okay. I spin onto my stomach and wait for his next instruction.
There isn’t one.
A firm hand slips beneath my stomach, and with a harsh jerk, he lifts my abdomen in the air effectively putting my ass on display. His warmth envelops me as he lays his body over top of mine, holding himself up with one hand beside my arm as he leans down and kisses a hot trail from the nape of my neck, down my spine, to the top of my butt.
I moan shamelessly as he licks a line straight back to where he started. If you’d asked me if being licked was high on my must do’s before, I would have laughed in your face. But … I feel incredible knowing I’m that appealing to him.
“Any hard limits I should know about?” he whispers in my ear.
“Nuh-uh.” I’m open to anything, all of it, if it means having him inside me, on me, around me.
I want it all.
He brings his free hand to my right breast, cupping it in his massive palm as he repeats the first action, kissing his way back down to my butt. Only this time he doesn’t stop. He nips each cheek with his teeth, his fingers rolling my nipple deftly as he does, and continues over the swell of my backside.
I gasp as he rears up and, with both hands, roughly spreads my legs apart. My core clenches, the anticipation of what’s to follow too intense. Thick fingers massage my folds, his other hand stroking my back, bottom to top, as he explores between my legs.
I shudder, lost in the sensations, oblivious to the world around us until boots on the hardwood snap me out of my lust filled daze.
“Room’s taken,” Hooch snaps, still rubbing, circling, teasing. “Fuck off.”
I hang my head between my shoulders, mortified, and try to peek underneath us to see who it is. A black outline in the doorway of two people is all I’m afforded.
“Sorry, man.” Dog. I could die.
He at least has the foresight to shut the door as he retreats, something I have to thank him for if this ever comes up in conversation. God, I hope it doesn’t.
I moan into the comforter. “That was so embarrassing.”
Hooch slips two fingers between my folds, running the slick juices the length of my pussy. “You sure about that?” I shudder as he rubs extra hard as he passes over my clit. “Something tells me you liked it.”
No way. Really?
“Got something you want to share with me, fairy?”
I chuckle, lost for words. “Like what?”
His fingers concentrate around my opening and I find myself wishing the conversation would end and he’d just thrust the damn things inside to bring me relief.
“We’ll talk about it later,” he murmurs, leaning down over top of me again so his lips hover next to my ear. “Perhaps while I fuck you good and hard on the bar where everyone can see.”
My muscles clench at the visual, and he chuckles.
“Knew it.”
At least one of us did. Guess you learn something about yourself every day, huh?
Hooch pulls back again, towering over me as he works his fingers closer and closer to slipping inside. My hands clench the bedding, my bottom lip pinched painfully between my teeth to stop me from begging him to do it, to finger fuck me into oblivion.
Something wet drips onto the back of my thigh, and I suck in a sharp breath when I realize what it is. Fuck me. He’s so damn turned on by this that his dick literally weeps. I want to taste it.
I take him by surprise as I turn, repositioning myself on my back with my legs wide, horizontal to where he kneels on the side of the mattress.