Page 42 of The Devil's Playground

“No fucking,” I tell her. Not yet, at least. “I just want you to sit on my lap.” For now. “If you’re worried anyone will see, don’t. They’re watching the stage.”

“We should be watching the stage, too,” she whispers back.

I release her hand, stroking the column of her neck with my fingertips. “You’ll have a better view from my lap.”

Nicolette throws her head back, preening at my gentle touch even as she mutters softly, “You don’t know how to quit, do you?”

I don’t—and it’s about time she figures that out.

She had her chance to refuse. Pulling my hand back, smirking when her head snaps down again, mourning the loss of my caress, I rise up from my seat. Just like I thought, no one is paying any attention to us as I take Nicolette’s fingers, tugging on them until she’s standing up on her heels.

Another tug and, oops, I’m sitting down and she’s sprawled across my lap.

I give her a moment to adjust her position, satisfied when she doesn’t even try to get up and scurry back to her own seat. Instead, giving in to my desires, she leans back, resting her head against the shoulder of my suit jacket.

I leave her that way for the next few songs. If she notices the erection beneath her pert ass, she doesn’t pay it any attention, and I’m so used to being hard around her that I can handle the temptation of her curves for a little while—until the Phantom starts singing a love song to the girl on stage and Nicolette sighs.

That does it for me.

I hike up her skirt. So engrossed in the scene, she doesn’t seem to notice that I’m pulling on both sides of her dress, lifting it slowly until it’s bunched up around her belly button.

I worried when I saw she wasn’t wearing any hose earlier. It’s March, and though it seems like we’ve said goodbye to inconvenient snowstorms, it’s still fucking cold outside. Now I’m grateful for it since the only thing coming between me and her pussy is her thin panties.

I hook my finger beneath the fabric, shuddering out a breath when I find that they’re soaked. Her panties are barely an inch wide where it counts, and it’s easy to move them past her pussy lip, baring her to me.

Nicolette can’t pretend not notice that, though she gives it a good try. But when I slide my finger through her slick heat, gathering the moisture, bumping her clit with my pointer finger before dipping low, fingering her gently?

She squeezes my thigh as she moves just enough to take my entire finger inside of her.

Oh, baby… if she’s feeling empty right now, I have something that will fill her up more completely than my finger.

Placing my palm beneath her ass cheek, I lift her up so that I can reach my zipper. I wait until the song finishes and the audience claps to tug it down, the applause drowning out the tell-tale sound. It’s only a matter of maneuvering her just so to get my cock out, and that’s what I do.

Pulling my finger out of Nic, I instantly try to replace it with my aching erection. The head of my cock immediately finds her entrance. As wet as she is, it slips right past, but the nudging is enough to have Nicolette turn and look over her shoulder at me.

I take advantage of her distraction to grip my shaft, fumbling in the dark to angle it right before—yes—I’m lodged inside of her.

She sits up straight, arching her back the same time as her hands slap out to her sides, gripping the arm rests of my seat.

“Royce,” Nicolette hisses just as the actress on stage sees some creepy doll wearing a wedding dress. She drops, the Phantom catches her, then carries her to a bed while still crooning about the music of the night. “I thought you just wanted me to sit on your lap.”

“That’s what I said. That’s what you’re doing. I just want you to sit down and—” I shift my hips, feeding her another inch of my cock—“be comfortable.”

“Comfortable? With your dick inside of me? In public?”

“No one can see you, remember? And think of it as just keeping me warm and cozy while the show goes on. That’s all.”

“Well… if that’s all…” She takes a breath and, exhaling it softly, lowers herself down so that she’s fully seated on me.

I have to grit my teeth to keep from groaning out loud.

Instead, I whisper, the heat of my breath—or maybe the way I’m stretching her out—causing her to shiver, her pussy contracting around the intrusion of my cock.

“Yes… that’s it, baby. Fuck… do you know how good this feels?”

She backs up against me, forcing my cock to move as she does. “I might have an idea.”

I hiss at the pleasure rushing through me.

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