Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(37)

She holds up our tickets for the mirror house and squeezes the fluffy bear through the guardrail.

Once inside, she teases me by attempting to hide. It’s comical when she’s carrying a bear bigger than her.

“I see you,” I warn, jolting forward and reaching out. To my utter surprise, I hit glass and I stumble forward, knocking the mirror. It opens up like a secret door.

Shit.

“I totally got you,” Chastity says from behind me.

“I think I broke the house.”

Her mouth drops open, then closes. Intrigue glistens in her curious eyes. Stepping around me, she pokes her head through and slips inside.

“Where are you going?” I whisper-yell, following her ass inside, then pushing the mirror closed so no one sees what we’ve done.

It leads to a backstage type area where staff move around and set up. It’s dark, and no one is here except us.

Her bear forgotten, she climbs me like I’m a tree, and I chuckle at her desperation. She’s nothing like I thought she was going to be.

The heat of her pussy rests against my waist when she tightens her arms around my neck and legs around my torso.

Her lips attack me, kissing my mouth, my cheek, my neck. Gripping her ass, I growl and demand her mouth, conquering her quivering lips with my own. I find the back wall and push her against it so I can grind my cock against her heat. “Touch me, Rhett. Make the ache go away,” she pleads between kisses.

Her hips wiggle, needy and persistent. There’s no way I’m going to fuck her in the back hole of a carnival ride, but I can ease her tension. “Put your legs down,” I command between nipping her lips and nibbling her neck.

Excruciatingly slow, she slides down my body, her pussy grazing the tip of my dick.

Cupping her cheeks, I pepper kisses over her face and lips, down her neck, across her chest. I skate my palms down the same path, unbuttoning the first couple of clasps on her dress, exposing the heaving mounds of her tits.

Allowing myself my small pleasures, I sink my teeth into her flesh, then lick away the sting when she moans out. “I’m going to take care of you,” I comfort.

Her body is trembling so bad, she’s almost lifting from the floor.

Skimming my hands down farther, I trace their path with my kisses over the fabric of her dress until I’m on my knees before her, the palms of my hand resting just below the hem of her dress.

“You sure you want this?” I ask, but she’s answering, “Yes, yes,” before I even finish the sentence.

Slipping my hands up her dress, I caress and tease her thighs, brushing the pad of my thumb over the cotton of her panties, when I reach my destination.

Moving to her hips, I tug down her panties, making her gasp.

When I get them to her ankles, she readily steps out, her chest heaving. She’s already so fucking close to the edge.

Pulling her panties up to my face, I inhale her delicious, sweet essence. Pre-cum seeps from the tip of my dick, dampening my jeans.

Fuck. I’ve never been this horny from pleasuring a woman before, and I haven’t even eaten her pussy yet.

Grasping her ankle, I lift it and place her foot on my shoulder.

She’s mumbling curse words, which, from her mouth, is adorable. She knows what’s coming.

Her in about one minute.

“Hold your dress up so I can look at your pretty pussy, Chastity.”

“You are a bad boy,” she whispers, and I bite down on my lip to stifle the chuckle her words bring. “Only when you need me to be,” I inform her, leaning forward and licking her inner thigh.

Gathering up her dress, slow and deliberate, she exposes creamy flesh one inch at a time, until I’m looking at a small cluster of blonde curls sitting tidy on her mound, decorating the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Her lips are smooth and thick like the lips of her mouth. Damn, she’s perfection.

“I’m going to taste you now,” I warn her.

Grasping her hip with one hand to steady her and wrapping the other arm around her ass, I crush her pussy to my face.

She jolts when my tongue parts her folds, tasting all that nectar hidden inside.

I fucking feast on her like a starving man getting to eat for the first time.

Her clit throbs against my tongue as I swirl and suck, adding pressure where she needs it, taking my cues from her moans and grip she has on my hair.

She moves her hips with me, taking what she needs, grinding and panting. “Oh god,” she pleads, her legs shaking with impending release.

Slipping a hand from her hip, I suck a finger to lube it up, then reach between her legs, slipping the digit into her inviting center.

She clenches around it greedily as I plunge it deep, then pull it back, repeating the process. I speed up with her own breaths, until she’s throbbing and pulsing around me, her release coating my hand.

Her body shudders, and she curls over me, gripping onto my hair tight.

Tight, warm, and fucking beautiful.

Once she gathers her bearings, I ease my finger out of her and look up into her flushed face as I slide it into my mouth, sucking every drop of her from it.

“Sweet like candy apples,” I drawl, and she giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. Helping her get back into her panties, I take her hand and grab her bear, following the faint slither of light streaming in from the far end of the corridor type space.