Rock Bottom (Tristan & Danika #2)(27)

Our waiter met us with frozen daiquiris already in hand, the order having been placed hours ago.

I lasted maybe five minutes before I got up and shut the curtain.

“Can you do that?” she asked me.

I turned back and smiled at her. She was sprawled out on the cushioned lounge wearing nothing but strings and tiny triangles, looking good enough to eat. And f**k until I passed out. “I’d like to see them stop me.”

I sprawled out beside her, my hand resting on her stomach. I felt her muscles spasm under my hand.

My c**k jerked in reaction. I rubbed the soft skin just below her belly button, running a finger idly to one of her knotted strings, and then the other. I had her tiny string bottoms off and tossed aside before she realized what I was doing. Her hands shot down, covering her sex and inadvertently touching herself in the process. I about came just watching her. I held back, if only barely, my hand covering hers.

“You already started. Don’t stop now. Touch yourself. And open your legs wide. I want to watch you.”

“The waiter could walk in at any moment!”

“So you’d best hurry.” As I spoke, I was moving my hand again, this time to her neck. She had the strings knotted tightly, but I’d had a lot of training undoing knots much harder than this, and I had her topless with a few quick twists.

“Tristan! What are you doing?!”

Her affronted tone only turned me on even more. I loved it when she got prissy. It made it that much more satisfying to have her moaning my name mere minutes later.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You want to have sex in public?”

I didn’t bother to point out that it would hardly be the first time.

Instead, I stroked her with one finger, teasing her own hands into rubbing at her folds. I was glued to the sight. She had the prettiest little cunt on the planet.

“You little exhibitionist,” I teased her. “You’re completely naked in public, and you are loving it. There’s nothing but one tiny sheet of fabric between us and the rowdy crowd outside, and you are sopping wet from it.” I rubbed at the wet core of her to illustrate my point. “Maybe the waiter will walk in on us. Do you think he’d like to see you touching your wet pu**y?”

I knew she hated that word, but I got a kick out of the way she glared at me when I said it. She completely ruined the glare when she moaned as my fingers pushed inside of her. Her walls clenched on me like a vise. I was just about past my breaking point. If I didn’t get inside of her in the next minute, I knew I was going to embarrass myself.

“That’s not an answer,” I started up on her again. “Should I take your silence to mean you want our waiter to see you like this? You want him to watch you with my fingers buried deep inside of you?”

“No!” she cried, but there was no heat in it, as her moans of pleasure, her clenching walls, quickly followed.

“Not very convincing, Danika. I get the idea you enjoy being watched. No one dances the way you dance and doesn’t like an audience. Maybe I should call for our waiter.”

“No, don’t!” she sounded genuinely alarmed now, as though I’d ever f**king dream of sharing even the sight of her like this.

“You have to do better than that, sweetheart. Say please.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Please.”

“Good. Good. Now tell me, do you want me to make you come with my hands? Like this?” As I spoke, I dragged my fingers out of her slowly, and began to rub her clit, stroking her until her hips were jerking in agitations, her breath coming out in needy little pants.

She shook her head, her eyes falling closed as I struck a nerve. The nerve.

“No?” I questioned. “You don’t want it like this? Tell me how you do want it, then.”

Her voice came out in a breathless whisper, her lips trembling on the words. “I want you inside of me.”

I obliged her, though not the way she’d intended, shoving two fingers back inside of her and starting up a smooth rhythm.

She arched her back, barely stifling a loud moan as my other hand took up that invitation, cupping a rounded breast softly in my palm.

“This what you wanted?” I asked her, my breath ragged.

“Nooo,” she answered, the word drawn out with a frustrated moan.

“Tell me what you do want then.” Making her talk dirty to me was one of my personal favorites.

“I want your c**k inside of me.” She said each word through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to come until I feel you buried deep.”

I barely muffled a groan, rolling onto my back. I plucked her up by her hips easily. She didn’t weigh a thing.

I arranged her long legs to straddle me, facing away. It was an ambitious position for someone my size, but she was whimpering and so wet and ready that I couldn’t seem to help myself.

Painstakingly, I pushed just the tip of me inside of her. She covered her own mouth to try to stifle a scream of pleasure.

“It feels so f**king good, Danika,” I told her in a rough whisper as I worked myself into her tight sheath, relishing every inch as I worked my way in, stretching her.

It felt in-f*cking-credible.

Her head fell back as I worked my way in. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my life.

My grip on her hips tightened as I thrust my hips up, driving in savagely while I pulled her down, forcing her to take every inch of me.