Mile High (Up in the Air #2)(16)
I looked at his hand, wondering why he had to take the joke so far. But I shook his hand without giving it much thought, just going along with his over the top antics. One of Murphy’s favorite lines about telling jokes came to mind, for some reason. Always go with the bit, he liked to say. Can’t deny the bit.
“You first, though. I want to see that ink before I pierce anything,” I said, making sure I had insurance, just in case he really had gone crazy.
He smiled, and it was positively wicked. “Of course.”
“And I want to see those piercings, Bee!” someone called out. I couldn’t even tell who it was.
“We want to see, as proof that you both held up your end of the bargain!” I recognized Judith’s voice that time.
“You should put her name on your cock, in that case!” Marnie called out. She got enough of a shocked response to call out, “Too far? Was that one too far?”
James threw an arm around my shoulder, anchoring me close against his side. “No one gets to see her piercings, but I’ll show the tattoo. Bianca can even pick which part of my body she wants to mark.”
The joke had gone on long enough. I pulled back to give him a stern look, opening my mouth to speak.
He pressed his hot mouth against mine before I could get a word out. He kissed me, a hot, not fit for public, kind of kiss. His tongue swept deep into my mouth, just begging me to suck it. I pushed against his chest at first, having every intention of avoiding his need for PDA. His hand fisted in my hair, the other hand going to my lower back to press me firmly against him.
I struggled for only a moment before I was lost, softening against him, sucking at his tongue like my life depended on it. My hands fisted helplessly in his shirt, my wrists aching for the feel of the restraining pressure that I craved.
I forgot about my friends, forgot about the joke he’d taken too far. He could have taken me there, against the wall, if he’d wanted to. That was his power over me.
He was the one to pull back, smiling. He looked over my head, and I knew he was grinning at Damien, a cold, triumphant grin.
“If you don’t pick a spot, I might just have to take the only other suggestion I heard, something about your name on my cock.” He spoke loudly enough to get some hoots and hollers from the crowd.
I couldn’t even form the words to respond. He took one of my fisted hands, spreading it flat over his heart.
“Or how about right there, Love?” he whispered to me.
I licked my lips, opening my mouth to speak. I knew I should say…something, but my mind had just gone off into space. Off into, thinking about the things he could do to me, territory. He laughed, clearly enjoying the state he’d put me in.
He was smug and gloating as he stroked a hand over my hair. I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was soon to be at his mercy for the night. The thought was all-consuming. I was excited, and aroused, and scared.
Was it too soon, since my injuries? Would I bring back some of the shadow pains that had so recently faded? Would he take it easy on me, or push me hard? I wanted to know the answers more than I feared the pain.
One thing I knew for certain. He was going to f**k me mindless, and I could barely stand the wait.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Are you ready to leave yet?” James murmured to me a few minutes later.
We’d grown silent as the group moved on to another topic. James was stroking me lightly, touching me everywhere, falling just short of indecency.
He would touch my collarbone, but stop just short of my br**sts. One hand lingered at my hipbone, dangerously close to dipping low enough to be obscene. I was getting more and more lost in his touch, losing all sense of what was appropriate, and losing sight of all of the reasons that I’d ever had any reservations about him at all.
This was the reason I had tried to keep my distance from him, but also the reason that I couldn’t. I simply couldn’t resist him. I had held out for a time, but if I was honest, it had only been a countdown to my capitulation.
I didn’t answer him, and he took it as a challenge. He kissed me again, holding nothing back this time.
He was gripping my hair almost to the point of pain, his other hand grabbing my butt as he ground against me. He was aroused and I moaned into his mouth, the sound barely registering in my lust fueled haze.
He pulled back, his breath ragged now. “You ready to leave now? I don’t find the idea of f**king you against that wall behind you even slightly unpleasant. Exhibitionism has never been a problem for me. Is that something you’d like to try?”
He ground against me with every word he spoke, and his voice was mocking, almost angry. His words were barely registering, as my focus was on what he was doing.
“Hmm?” Was all I managed to get out.
“Are you ready to leave now? Or would you prefer that I f**k you in front of all of your co-workers?”
James bit out in a hard enough tone to finally bring my mind back to the surface.
“No,” I said, breathless and agitated.
How could I so quickly forget where I am, and that we’re in a room crowded with people that I know?
“No, you’re not ready to leave? Or no, you wouldn’t prefer that I f**k you in a room crowded with your friends? Where they can all watch me bury my c**k inside of you against that wall, not ten feet behind you. Is that something you want them to see?”