Dead Drop (The Guild #2)(73)
“Holy shit,” he breathed, his voice just barely loud enough to be heard over the hum of the spectators. “You want my cock, don’t you, beautiful? You want me to fuck you right here on this bench, huh?”
“Yes,” I gasped out, rocking back on his hand and chasing the release that was so fucking close I could taste it. “Bunny…”
His hand pumped harder, his fingers aggressively rubbing my G-spot and making me detonate. I didn’t hold back on my moans and screams, letting the whole fucking club hear how good it felt. My walls clenched his fingers tight, but it wasn’t enough.
“More,” I groaned. “Leon, give it to me.”
“Patience,” he scolded, unbuckling his pants. I got the distinct impression he was just as worked up as I was, though, because he didn’t make me wait any longer. He lined up and slammed into me with one rough movement, my still tense walls making it a tight fit.
I cried out at the overwhelming sensation, but he wasn’t going easy on me. He grabbed onto my tender, enflamed ass and fucked me so hard I saw stars. At several points, I thought I was going to fall off the bench with the sheer strength of his thrusts, but he held me steady as he fucked me into another mind-blowing orgasm.
There was no longer any need to put on a show, because I was totally lost in the moment with him. Yeah, I was still hyperaware of the sheer number of people watching us, but I was also having a fucking fantastic time. Video calls just weren’t the same as the real deal. And Leon… wow.
“We’re not done yet,” he told me with harsh gasps, his cock buried deep within me as he rode out my climax. Shifting his position, he pushed a finger into my pussy alongside his cock. Then a second one, making me gasp a curse.
Then he pulled them out again, dragging the wetness of my orgasm up to my asshole, and I shuddered with anticipation.
“Bunny,” I moaned, not totally sure if I was protesting or encouraging. “Here?”
His response was to push his index finger into me, and I rocked back into his hand. Dammit, I was letting orgasms cloud my brain and dash my logic to smithereens.
“Why not here?” he asked in a dark voice. “You want it, I can tell.” He added a second finger, stretching me out as I moaned. It hurt, but I was no stranger to pain. Hell, it just reminded me that I was still alive most days.
He rocked his hips, his cock moving inside me while his fingers fucked my ass, and my breathing staggered with excitement.
“Be a good girl for me, DeLuna,” he murmured, leaning to the side to grab the bottle of lube someone was offering him. “And get loud. Our target loves the screamers.”
Oh shit, that was right. We were here for a reason beyond exploring our kinks.
Leon withdrew his fingers, then used them to push a healthy amount of lube inside. Enough that I no longer had any complaints about letting him fuck my ass here in the middle of Meow Lounge.
Not that he was asking permission. He pulled out of my pussy and eased straight into my ass without even a second’s hesitation. I did as I was told, and screamed. The sound only spurred him on, and he thrust harder, making my muscles burn with the thickness of his cock.
“Yes,” he grunted, pushing deeper and using his grip on my hips for leverage. “Beautiful, mon cœur, give me more of that.” He pulled back, then slammed in hard, and I released another scream.
Leon muttered some curses in another language, but my ears were ringing, and I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Not that it mattered. He rocked his hips, fucking my ass with a feverish pace, and it wasn’t hard to guess that he wasn’t far from coming himself.
Ever the gentleman, though, he reached down and thrust his fingers into my pussy, his thumb somehow finding my clit so that I came again with dizzying speed while he fucked me harder and harder. His thumb continued rubbing my clit even after I came, prolonging the sensations and damn near making me speak in tongues.
Then he was chasing his own release, his hot load pumping into my ass with several bruising thrusts.
He didn’t stop to catch his breath there, he just pulled straight out and spread my cheeks wide, watching—and showing—as my internal muscles spasmed and his cum dripped out of me. So filthy, and my cheeks heated, but I was also too exhausted and well fucked to truly care.
Leon left me exposed, letting the spectators take their fill as he circled back around to crouch in front of me.
“That was fun,” he murmured, smirking as he stroked my cheek. “But I actually don’t think Lee is here tonight.”
What?!
I would have punched him if my hands hadn’t been bound, but as it turned out, someone else did it for me. One minute, Leon was right there, his hand on my face like he was about to try and kiss me, and the next, his head snapped back and he crashed to the floor.
“Oh shit,” I gasped, instantly recognizing the broad-shouldered man who’d thrown the first punch. As much as I wanted to hit Leon myself, this would turn real bloody, real fast. Kai would murder him… or Leon would murder Kai. Either way, someone was going to die.
32
It was a cheap shot, punching a guy who was having an intimate post-fuck-session moment with his woman. A cheap, dirty shot, and one I should have seen coming a mile away. I would have too, had I not been totally focused on the blissed out look on Danny’s face or the flare of murderous anger when I told her Lee Sheridan, the Meow Lounge owner, wasn’t even here.