Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [35]
“I wish you could do it right here, right now,” she told him softly. Her eyes stuck on another lavish spot at the pool—one of several beds situated along the water’s perimeter, flanked by columns, covered by a vine-strung canopy of wrought iron. Though all were vacant, since they had to be rented, the beds struck her as a downright hedonistic and rather erotic decoration. “I wish you could lay me across that bed and lick me until I come.”
The shudder that passed through him was more satisfying than any reaction she could have imagined. “Do you have any idea how hard you’re making me?”
Her gaze stayed glued to his. “Let me feel it.”
He didn’t hesitate, gripping her ass and pulling her to him until his cock stretched long and hard up the front of her bikini bottoms. Even after the lust of last night, after the release of reaching that closet and being taken by him, hard, she didn’t think she’d ever felt anything more deeply arousing.
“Your girlfriends would all be jealous,” she told him in a saucy tone, “if they could see what’s happening underwater right now.”
He didn’t balk at her calling them his girlfriends. “I think they’re already jealous,” he said instead, his voice teasing even as he began to grind gently against her, creating just a bit of blessed friction.
“You’re right,” she practically purred, still rubbing her breasts against him. “They want what I’m getting right now, but they can’t have it.”
He gave his head a sexy, playful tilt. “You don’t like to share?”
She offered a smirking grin. “No way.”
“Ah, I forgot.” He tipped his head back. “You like it in private, too. Prim and proper little Brenna.”
She let out a laugh, then a soft moan as his hardness rubbed against her in just the right way. “You still think I’m prim and proper?” Was he serious?
“Just around the edges,” he conceded. Then he scanned the pool area. “But for your information, this isn’t very private.”
She swallowed, a little nervous—because he was right. It might feel like they were alone in a way, but in reality they were surrounded by lots of people, some of whom surely watched their little water ballet, especially the women who wanted Damon so bad. Even if they couldn’t see them moving together under the water, surely they knew what was happening.
“Then maybe I’m becoming less prim and proper every time I’m with you,” she boasted.
Pressing harder against her pussy beneath the pool’s surface, the rigid column of his cock pushed perfectly at her clit—and at the same moment, one masculine hand snaked down behind her, quickly, gently, stroking between her legs. “Unh…” she heard herself moan.
“If it were up to me,” he said, low, “and if I wouldn’t get arrested…I would carry you over to that bed right now and fuck you ’til you screamed, private or not.”
Her breath came shallow, her whole body going weak. “Believe it or not,” she uttered, voice ragged, “if it were up to me and I wouldn’t get arrested…I might just let you.”
A lecherous smile unfurled on Damon’s face. “Who knows?” he whispered near her ear. “Maybe before this trip is over you’ll convince me you’re not prim and proper at all.”
Three
That night, Damon took Brenna to three small clubs, all of them on the southern outskirts of town. Two featured guys who played guitar and sang, and the third a duo—a guy on piano and his wife, who belted out pop songs. None of the acts had sent anything to Damon, but all had been recommended to him. “I meet people, I ask them to keep an eye out and let me know when they hear something they like,” he’d explained on the cab ride to the first place. His leads for new music, he’d told her, came through everyone from club owners to bartenders and bouncers.
Although she didn’t say it, she had to admit her surprise at what a socially intense job this was. She’d known Damon moved among jetsetters, but now she was finding out she was supposed to get friendly with club owners and bartenders, too? She liked meeting people, but she’d never been overly outgoing, so she feared