Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” I asked as he closed the trap door, and slid the lock on it.
He didn’t answer, just shot me a smirk as he walked up toward me, then moved behind me.
We stood that way for a long moment, his warmth at my back, looking out at the empty grounds, the party still contained within the walls of the clubhouse. It would spill out eventually, I was sure. But it was all quiet out there right now.
As if Finn’s mind was on the same thing, his hands slid up my hips, then arms, before sliding just under the material covering my shoulders, and sliding it down.
With one movement, he had my entire jumpsuit falling down to my feet, leaving me standing there naked, save for my black panties.
I should have been shocked, outraged, freaking out.
We were in a glass room.
Anyone could walk out or drive past, look up, and see me.
Somehow, though, it wasn’t any of those feelings that coursed through me.
Oh, no.
It was anticipation and an almost overpowering sort of desire.
Goosebumps rose across my skin even as a delicious heat spread from my core and outward.
My head fell back on Finn’s shoulder.
His hands went back to my hips, sliding up the bare skin of my belly, then closing over my breasts, his thumbs moving across the hardened peaks, stoking the fire that was ravaging its way through my body as my ass ground back against his hardness.
Finn leaned in, his lips meeting my neck as his fingers and thumbs suddenly twisted each of my nipples hard, making a white-hot, pleasure-pain sensation move through me.
At my startled moan, that little rumbling sound I loved so much moved through Finn, and vibrated into me, making me need to press my thighs together to ease the ache there.
As if sensing it, though, one of Finn’s hands slid down my belly, and pressed the wet material between my thighs.
He didn’t tease me though, just yanked the material down, and started working my clit with his thumb as his fingers slipped down and slid inside of me.
“Fucking soaked,” he hissed. “You love the idea of someone looking up and seeing me fingering your pussy, don’t you?” he asked. I answered the only way I could, with a little whimper as his fingers fucked me faster and faster.
“Finn,” I groaned. “I need—“ I started, then cut off as my breath caught.
“What do you need?” he asked, playing dumb even as what I needed was pressing against my ass.
“I need your cock,” I told him honestly.
This time, it was less of a grumble, and more of a growl that escaped Finn as his fingers slipped out of me.
Then he was grabbing me, turning me to face him.
His hand grabbed mine, pressing it between my thighs.
“Play with your pussy, so I can watch,” he demanded as his hands went to his pants, unfastening his button and zip as my fingers started to move, began to tease.
I watched him too as he freed his cock, then stroked it as he watched me, the muscles in his arm twitching as he worked himself faster and faster, his breath getting heavy, his chest heaving.
“Come over here,” he demanded, his intense gaze on me. “Come suck my cock,” he demanded, his hand holding the base and waiting for me to come to him, to lower to my knees in front of him.
And I did so happily, my pussy aching as I sucked him into my mouth, as I worked him as his hand held the back of my neck.
His hips rocked into my mouth, forcing me to take him deeper.
“That’s enough,” he said, yanking me back by my hair, then releasing me as he grabbed a condom out of his wallet, then slipped it on. “Up,” he demanded, reaching to help me back onto my feet, then turning me again, away from him, as he walked us close to the wall of glass.
His feet nudged mine a little wider.
Then his hand was on my shoulder, fingers digging in.
And then his cock was slamming inside of me, making a loud moan escape me.
It was right then we heard voices.
My body stiffened, gaze sliding around the darkened grounds.
But I saw no one.
“Huh,” the voice said, and I realized it was coming from below us.
Like below our feet.
On the ladder.
Right under the door Finn had been smart enough to lock.
I thought Finn would stay as still as me, his desire momentarily frozen.
But then he was pulling out, and slamming all the way back in, making a gasp escape me.
He was unrelenting.
Hard and deep thrusts that had my hands shooting out to hold onto the glass, so I didn’t fly into it.
“Guess we gotta come back later,” the voice said. “Someone else is partying.”
Were they going to go back down, then go outside? Look up? Watch me get railed from behind by Finn?