Page 140 of Riot

I swallow hard, glancing around. We’re in a dark corner and I can’t see shit. I know this place is discreet for a reason, but Riot chose this table well.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“What if I pull this little tube top down and suck this tittie while I play with you?”

“Babe,” I mutter, his hand snaking up my leg to brush over my panties.

Oh, I’ve also gotten good at giving him my tits whenever he wants them. I love the fact that I get to soothe him like that; it’s so intimate and only for us. It’s also hot.

“I’d say try it and find out,big boy.”

He grins, pulling my panties aside and he groans when he feels how slick I am. “My baby’s drippin’.”

His eyes roam down my body. I’m wearing a very tight, sparkly tube top that’s a size too small. My tits look amazing. I covered them with a short bolero that Riot made me take off the minute I got inside.

He kisses my neck as I close my eyes, spreading my legs a little wider. He plays with my pussy, flicking my clit rapidly as I try not to squirm in his arms. Then he pulls one side of my top down, my hand flying up to hold it in place as one breast falls out. He dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I glance around, but nobody is paying us any attention, and really, this is so damn hot.

I moan his name, dying to have his cock inside me as I let him finger me out in the open.

His arm is still healing, but out of the cast. The rest of his body is back to normal mostly, but the healing has taken some time. I’m just glad to have him back on his feet and moving around. There’s been a lot of blood, sweat and tears gone into all of this, and Shade is still on the run. Oh, her time will come. I’ve vowed to keep up the search, and I have the means and ways with Star’s help. I know Rock and Jett are still looking too, but if I ask them for help, they’ll only alert Riot.

He slides a finger inside as I glance down. He’s so perfect. I hold my breast to his mouth and whisper, “The other one, too, baby.”

His eyes meet mine and he lets my breast go with a pop. He slides another finger inside and then pulls the other side of my top down. Both my bare breasts are exposed and I don’t seem to care. He fondles and licks and sucks the other one as I try to keep my attention off the two people on stage just about having sex. This is a sex club, I get that, but technically they’re only supposed to be stripping. That makes no sense why they have rooms, but I guess lap dances are just a cover for sex these days.

My breath hitches as I look back at Riot, his hand under my skirt as his fingers work me over.

“Myles,” I cry. “Oh, God, I’m coming…” I hold his head to my breast as he sucks my nipple harder. I see stars as my orgasmhits me and I come as quietly as I can without alerting anyone, not that you can hear with the music so loud.

He smiles around a mouthful of my breast as I pull him to me and devour his mouth. I press my lips to his and kiss him with all my might. “We need to get a room, baby. Now.”

He grins. “Yeah, we do.”

I yank my top up and slide my panties across before I stand, pulling my skirt down. I’m about to pull him up by the hand when I see Lace coming out of one of the rooms. I blink as if I’m seeing things. She’s holding… Manny’s hand? When the hell did this happen? Holy shit! Riot will go psycho if he sees them, but they seem to be making their way out.

I turn back to Riot as he stands, kissing him as I try to give it a few moments so they can head out undetected. “Fuck, baby.”

I cup his face as he walks me backward, and when I pull away and look back, they’re no longer there.

We move along the hall until Riot finds the correct room, inserting the key we step inside.

There’s a bed, one of those weird sex chairs, with lots of toys on a side table, plus lube and a box of tissues. Thoughtful.

I look up into the darkened room and I can see the windows looking out onto the room in front. The stage and people making out everywhere. I feel it in my belly as I watch the stripper on stage completely naked, dancing around a pole.

I turn to my man as he stalks up behind me, sliding his hand around the back of my head as our mouths crash. My hands travel down his chest and stomach, down to cup his hard bulge in his jeans. He hisses. “You gonna get Daddy’s cock out?”

I nod, dropping to my knees. “I’ve missed this.”

He grins. “Having sex at a sex club?”

I roll my eyes. “No. Us being this intimate.”

He leans down, pulling my top down so my tits spring out. Fondling them, he groans as I unbelt him and pull his zipper down.

I pull my top all the way off, then I roll my skirt down. Yep, elastic is an amazing thing. I’m on my knees in nothing but my lace G-string.

“Check out the chick on stage while you fuck my mouth,” I purr. He loves it when I talk dirty.

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