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"Jesus Christ, Ruby."
"I know." She's breathless. Her forehead drops against mine. "I can feel you and the plug at the same time. It's—Nash, it's so much. I feel so full."
She starts to move. Slow, grinding circles with her hips, her clit pressing against my pelvis on every rotation. Her hands grip the back of the booth on either side of my head. Her breasts swayin front of my face. I pull the neckline of her top down, take her nipple in my mouth, and suck hard. She gasps, loud enough that the curtain feels thin.
"Quiet," I murmur against her breast.
"You're sucking on my nipple when I have a plug in my ass while sitting on your cock in a semi-public booth. Quiet is not a realistic expectation."
I bite down on her nipple. Her hips buck. She moans, low, broken, and the sound carries past the curtain. Someone laughs in the main room. The club keeps moving.
My hands slide from her hips to her ass. I grip both cheeks, spreading her, and the shift presses the base of the plug deeper. She whimpers against my neck.
"Nash. Nash, fuck."
"That's my girl." I press the base of the plug with my thumb while she rides me. Twist it a quarter turn. Her whole body seizes, her pussy clenching around me so tight my breath stops.
"Oh god." Her voice fractures. "Oh god, you're turning it. You're turning it while I'm—"
"While you're what?" I twist it again. She shudders from her shoulders to her thighs.
"While I'm trying to maintain any semblance of composure in a public establishment."
"Composure was never the goal."
I grip her ass and pull her down hard onto my cock, burying myself deep. The plug presses against me through her walls. She bites my shoulder to keep from screaming.
I fuck her from below. My hips drive up into her while my hands control the angle, tilting her pelvis forward so every thrust drags her clit against me. The booth creaks. The curtain sways. Ruby's moans are pressed into my neck, muffled, desperate, and I can feel her building. Her pussy tightens around me in rhythmic pulses.
"Come," I say against her ear. "No permission needed. Come on my cock."
She comes. Hard. Her whole body locks, her pussy clenches in waves, and her nails dig into the leather of the booth behind my head. The orgasm ripples through her, and the clenching around my cock with the pressure of the plug behind it pulls me over. I bury myself deep, grip her hips, and come inside her with my face in her neck.
We breathe. Her forehead against mine. My cock still inside her. The sounds of the club float through the curtain.
"Round one," she whispers.
"Round one."
"I have notes."
"Notes."
"The notes are all positive. The notes are glowing. Five stars. The posterior plug situation combined with the booth situation and the possibility of being heard is a combination I did not know I needed, and I would like to subscribe to the newsletter."
My cock twitches inside her. She grins.
"Already?"
"Stay where you are."
Her grin widens. She shifts her hips, an unhurried, experimental grind, testing the twitch. My cock responds, hardening inside her again. The sensation of getting hard while I'm already buried in her wet heat sends electricity up my spine. She feels it. Her eyes go dark.
"Oh," she says. "Hello."
"Ruby."
"No no no, don't Ruby me. I felt that. You're getting hard again inside me, and it's been approximately forty-five seconds. That's—Nash, that is medically impressive. I should be taking notes for science."
