Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [54]
He said nothing, only angled his mouth over hers and kissed her hard.
She’d thought last night had been intimate. Hell, she’d thought everything they’d done together had been intimate. But nothing compared to this—looking into his eyes in the dark, knowing he was inside her even as other people stood near, knowing he’d just filled her with his hot fluids.
“You never cease to amaze me,” he said softly.
“I guess you just…inspire me.”
He kissed her again, and she reminded herself she wasn’t supposed to be feeling anything emotional here, so she forced herself to move onto an issue of practicality. “I’m afraid we’re…gonna have a problem. A, uh…wet problem.”
Damon, however, didn’t look worried. “Not a problem,” he corrected her.
She scrunched up her nose. “How do you figure?”
His voice dropped even lower. “When those two leave, I’m going to pull out of you. Then I’m gonna rub my come into your pussy and your thighs, and you’re going to feel a little bit sticky all night, in a way that’s gonna make you hot and ready to fuck me again later.”
“Oh.” She felt a little breathless. And like she was becoming a dirtier girl by the minute because his plan sounded so brazenly good to her. “Oh God.”
When finally the couple meandered out of view, Damon eased his cock from her, leaving her to sigh at the loss—then swiftly turned her so that she leaned back against the wall, and knelt before her.
As promised, he used his hands to spread his warm juices over her skin, massaging the wetness into her inner thighs, onto the already soaking wet flesh and curls of her cunt. Despite her recent orgasm, his touch made it impossible to hold in her sighs of pleasure as she gently thrust her pelvis against his palm, tingles of fresh longing trickling all through her.
He concluded the task by delivering a gentle kiss to her clit, extracting a hot gasp from her.
And when he drew the fabric of her skirt back down and rose to kiss her mouth, she was no longer sure if she tasted her pussy or his semen or just plain sex—hot, crazy sex—but she didn’t even care. It all just felt good, tasted good, mixing and melding together.
“By the way,” he whispered, “you may as well lose the panties. They’re pretty messy.”
God, she’d forgotten she was wearing panties—the silk that was meant to stretch between her thighs had obediently stayed shoved to the side throughout their naughty encounter.
She pressed on his shoulders. “Back down you go then. Take them off me.” Given that no one else had ventured to their side of the tower, she felt bolder now than was probably sane.
But Damon didn’t hesitate, dropping back to his knees and reaching smoothly up under her mini to slip his thumbs into the elastic at both her hips. Slowly, sensuously, he peeled the panties all the way to her ankles. Lifting one shoe for him, then the other, she watched as he drew them completely off, aroused still more when the warm night breeze wafted over her pussy, making it feel fluttery and ready for more fun.
When he got back to his feet, she pressed her palms to his chest and spoke low, conspiratorially. “I can’t believe I’m going to walk around all night in a skirt this short with no undies and sticky thighs.”
His naughty grin ignited still more lust in her soul. “Your second outing with no panties, and this time even starting the evening that way. I’m getting another hard-on just thinking about it.”
Her gaze dropped to the red thong dangling from his fingertips. “What’ll we do with those?”
“Were they expensive?”
“Yes, actually.” Kelly had insisted they shop at her favorite overpriced lingerie boutique.
“Well then, I’ll buy you some new ones—because I think we need to leave these behind.”
They did look pretty ruined. But…“Up here?”
“Sure,” he said, and she could only describe his expression as a laidback version of wicked. “Think how it’ll turn people on when they realize somebody fucked up here. Hell, maybe it’ll inspire somebody else to do it, too.” Only then he glanced toward the railing behind them. “Or better yet…”
Taking Brenna’s hand, he