Page 18 of Bourbon Truths
Fuck me.
Slowly and methodically, she shifted around me, lightly brushing her hand against my skin, sending chills down my spine. Like second nature, my legs spread apart and my hands fell to my side. I bit my bottom lip as she stopped in front of me and started to move with the music while running her hands up her beautiful mocha-colored skin.
She was so fucking gorgeous with those piercing green eyes and soft features. The way her hair fell over her face was mesmerizing. The way she ran her hands over her body was hypnotizing, making me forget I was in the middle of a slummy strip club. Right now, it was just me and Lyla.
Right when I thought she was going to just stand in front of me the whole time, she stepped between my legs and bent over so I could see down her cropped shirt. The heaviness of her breasts peaked through and just like that, I was fucking gone.
Her hands found my thighs and her body made wave-like movements into mine, sending her vanilla-scented lotion into my nose, a smell I now associated with her. Her mouth grew close to my ear and with a light tug, she bit down on my earlobe while her hands ran up my chest.
With each beat of the music, she moved her body seductively. I was hard as a fucking rock from watching her.
Her hands travelled up my chest to my shoulders where she gripped tightly and pulled her body onto mine. Her ass rested on my lap and my head was inches from her breasts that were dangerously close to falling out of her shirt. Her hands wrapped around my neck as an anchor to her hold and her pelvis started to thrust into my lap with each beat of the song.
In fascination, I watched as her body rocked off of mine, how her stomach swayed with her movements, making me harder than I could possibly imagine. She was working me and I enjoyed every last minute of it.
The pressure of her ass on my crotch was almost painful, I was so hard, but I wasn’t about to stop her. My hands went to her thighs where I ran them up to her hips and to her toned stomach.
The intake of air from her chest was unmistakable as I ran my hands up farther where I stopped just before I reached her breasts. Fuck did I want to touch them. I wanted to feel her pebbled nipples between my fingers. I wanted to feel them on my tongue, but I knew my limits in public so I stopped.
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back and her neck exposed. Her hips continued to roll on my lap, increasing the pressure on my cock, and her one hand that wasn’t wrapped around my neck was now snaking around my thigh.
She was eating me up and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
The pause of her rocks against my cock shook me out of my stupor as I tore my eyes away from our connection and looked up at her. She shifted off of my body, leaving me wanting more, but right when I thought she was going to leave me hard and aroused, she backed up against me and settled on my lap so her back was against my chest. Her right hand connected to the back of my neck and she started to dance to the music again.
I leaned my head over her shoulder and took in the movements of her body against mine. My hand went to her bare stomach where it slowly found its way up to the cut-off hem of her shirt. Her breathing grew heavy and my heart beat against my chest. One more inch and I would have her fully in my hand.
“Fuck,” I drew out, not being able to hold back the feel of her ass against my crotch. It was like fucking magic, rubbing against me, enticing me.
Unable to help it, my mouth found the dip of her neck where I started to nibble on her sweet skin. She tasted so fucking good.
Diego and Blane cheered me on like barbarians, but I ignored them and continued to work my mouth up and down the column of her neck. Her hand found my cheek and she pushed me away slightly right before she bent down in front of me, placed her hands on my shoes, and started twerking my dick. Her shorts rode up and exposed her beautiful ass, allowing me to watch her sexy cheeks ride against my lap.
The image in front of me was too nostalgic, too fucking erotic for me to let go, to not teach her a lesson about what she was doing to me.
Not able to take it anymore, I grabbed her stomach and pulled her up. She squealed when I wrapped her against my back, but I ignored her shocked cries and turned her so I spoke directly into her ear.
“Take me somewhere private… now.”
The seriousness in my voice had her moving quickly off my lap and grabbing a hold of my hand. She led me away from a hooting and whistling Blane and Diego and directed me out of the humid air of the main room. I followed her down a dark hallway until she hit a door off to the side. She looked both ways and then pulled it open.
The room was dark when we first walked in, but she quickly turned on a light that cast a red glow in the room. It wasn’t very bright—it was actually more dull than anything—but it set the mood for what I was about to do to her.
Sin was about to take place. I just hoped she was ready for it.
The moment she turned to face me, I hauled her into my chest and then pushed her up against the door. I reached behind her and found the knob, which I quickly locked. I didn’t need any unexpected and uninvited guests barging in on us.
“Kace…,” she said breathlessly. “What are you doing?”
Not so tough now, I tried not to smile, but it was damn hard. “Do you think you can fucking ride me like that and get away with it?” I asked with my hands on either side of her head and my right leg inching her feet apart. “I want you to feel how hard I am.”
“I already know how hard you are.” She smirked, gaining some of her confidence back.
“Fucking feel me,” I gritted out. “Place your hand on my dick, and tell me how hard I am.”
Her eyes went wide for a second from the menacing tone in my voice, but she was quickly shaken from her thoughts as her hand traveled down my stomach to my waistband.
She started to feel me from the outside of my jeans, but I shook my head and said, “No, fucking feel me. Pull my cock out of my pants and feel it.”
