Page 132 of Hot Mess
Slipping inside my skimpy panties…
I always wore the skimpiest panties beneath my slinky ladies night dresses. Ladies night always made me feel sexy, because I could dare to wear something risqué, knowing I was safe with all my wingladies.
But I’d never ended up in a man’s lap in a nightclub on ladies night before.
Despite the fact that my sister claimed that the point of ladies night was to hook up, that had never been the point for me.
Yet here I was, with Ashley Player’s hard-on digging into my ass… and most of his hand inside my panties.
Holy. Fuck.
I spread my legs a bit, because he was touching me down there and I couldn’t think. Plus, he was sohot. Like magic man, special unicorn, edible hot… the kind of hot my clit was telling me I couldn’t afford to let slip away.
Anyway, his body was hiding me from the rest of the bar. I could be spread-eagle and no one in the room would see my pussy.
Except maybe Ashley.
And Haz…?
Was he nearby?
Was he watching this…?
And why did that very possibility make this even hotter, somehow?
I clung tighter to Ashley as his fingertips skimmed over my bare clit. I bit his neck, involuntarily, as his fingers drifted down between my legs… No, theysliddown.
I was sopping wet.
My pussy wasaching.
My head was all swimming with lust, the music thumping through me… and I was definitely wet, throbbing and ready. Ashley smeared his fingers over my wet flesh and all I wanted to do was grind against his hand.
But I forced myself to keep still, even as my fingernails dug into his back.
“You want me to stop?” I heard him ask in my ear.
“No!”
“How drunk are you?”
“I’m okay… Oh, God, keep doing that.”
I wasn’t okay. At least if “okay” meant “sober.” I was definitely not sober.
But this definitely felt right.
“Sooo good,” I mumbled, kissing his neck. I didn’t even know if he heard me, but he must’ve felt me panting all over him. “Holy hell…” He rubbed me up and down, and I just about cried, it feltsoright.
Had I ever wanted a man this bad?
Do not ride his hand!I scolded myself.You’re in a bar!Because that, anyone might see. If I started wiggling up and down in his lap… it would probably look like I wasfuckinghim.
Oh, God…Fucking him. I so, so wanted to fuck him.
But I settled for feasting on his neck. The moment I latched my lips to his skin again and sucked, he slid into me. One finger, and just the tip. Actually, it was more of a nudge than an entry.
Like he was knocking politely on the door.
