Dair (The Wild Side #3)(17)

I watched, mouth agape, as she moved to the rail overlooking the crowd below.

She gripped it with both hands, parted her legs, arched her back, and sent me an unmistakable look over her shoulder.

FUCK.

Was she serious?

Did she really want me to take her against the rail, right there?

I glanced around.

That was no help.  No one was even looking at us, which only encouraged me to do something insane.

I mean, what was the damage, at this point?  No one was watching, no one cared, and I’d already full-on penetrated her on this nasty couch.

I stood, moving to her, determined to f**k her where she stood.

CHAPTER NINE

I wasn’t even drunk.  I had no excuses.  I was not altered by anything but pure, unadulterated lust.

I moved flush to her back, hiding as much as I could of my movements as I freed my erection, then shoved her bikini to the side.

I plunged into her, gripping her tits roughly.

I f**ked her in time to the heavy bass that shook the room.

Who said I couldn’t dance?

I moved in and out, jarring thrusts that brought her to her tiptoes then down again.

I gave a thought or three to whether the rail was sturdy enough to handle what we were doing do it, but they were brief and fleeting.

It likely would have taken the whole place falling down around our ears to stop us by then.

She was so hot around me, so tight and perfect, that I couldn’t even slow myself, let alone brake.

She started squeezing me harder, working my length like a clenching fist, and I knew she was coming.

I cursed, groaned, tensed, and heaved.

I could feel every movement inside of her.  It was too exquisite for words.

I lunged up hard and stopped only when my tip kissed her womb, feeling every tremor she gave, savoring her release like it was my own.

I glanced down at our feet.

Hers were clean off the ground, the only thing keeping her upright were her hands on the rail, my palms on her tits, and my c**k buried deep.

That did it.

I came hard, shouting with it, then leaning forward to kiss my way up her neck and gasping sweet somethings in her ear, pouring my heart out in that desperate after moment, while I still twitched inside her, and emotions ran raw.

Eventually, I let her down, bending my knees to lower her, and then pull out, her slick flesh sucking at me as I freed myself.

I nearly came into her again, but managed to restrain myself.  Barely.

I straightened her bikini bottoms, then put my dick back in my pants.

I turned her with two firm hands on her shoulders, keeping her steady.  She looked disoriented, like she’d forgotten where she even was.

I remembered.  I remembered everything, rational thought coming back to fill the space left by all of the lust I’d just expended.

There was so much that we needed to talk about.  So many questions arose from our last meeting, and every single one prior.

Where to start?

Well, that was easy.  First we needed to leave the neon rave.

I bent down until our faces were nearly touching.

“Let’s go home,” I told her.

Her eyes went from glazed over to blinking and alert in a hot second.

She sighed and shook her head.  “I can’t go home with you.  Not tonight.”

I didn’t like that.  Not at all.  “Why?” I clipped.

“We can’t go back there.  Heath knows where you live, remember?”

I couldn’t decide if that actually gave me an answer or just raised another question.

“So you’re running from him now?  I had myself half-convinced you were working together.  That you were with him willingly.”

“It’s complicated.”

Of course it was.

“Let’s get a hotel room, then,” I suggested.  Anyplace private would be an improvement.

She grabbed my hand and started to move.  “Follow me.  I know a place where we can clean up.”

She stopped briefly at the painting table to apply more pink glow-in-the-dark lipstick, outrageous girl, and then led me down a hall that broke off from the upper deck, and to a bathroom with florescent lighting that barely worked.  It was less than ideal, but it was single occupancy, and had a lock, so that was something.

We cleaned up in the sink as best we could, Iris taking over the task and using it as an excuse to stroke me back into fighting shape.

I pulled her hand away, though that was the last thing I wanted to do.  “Hotel,” I said firmly.

She nodded and stepped back.  “One more thing, then a hotel, okay?”

She took me a few doors down the hallway, into another black light illuminated room that, as far as I could tell, was unoccupied.

“This is where they keep the extra neon glow powder and makeup.  I saw it earlier and it gave me an idea.”

Uh oh.

Her ideas usually ended with my pants around my ankles and a total, if temporary, loss of my brain function.

This one was no different.

“It won’t take but a minute,” she said breathlessly, pushing my pants down and moving close.

My na**d sex pushed hard and thick against her bare belly, but not for long.

A heady, powerful feeling rocked through me as I watched her lower to her knees.