Page 59 of The Second Dance

I always want Andy.

For as long as I can remember, she’s been the girl of my dreams. Even after dragging her through the mud yet again, I still want her. I know it’s not fair. Or right. But my heart wants what it wants.

The guilt in my chest eases a little when she takes over. I don’t have to worry that I’m forcing my will on her, because she’s the one doing the manhandling.

And besides the complicated emotional side, it’s pretty fucking hot.

She drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth. That pretty dress is bunched down around her waist. She looks sweet, and wild, like a fallen angel.

“You look so sexy, baby.” I murmur, running her hand through her hair.

She takes me deeper, forcing a hiss from my lips. I brace my hands against the wall and she encourages me to fuck her mouth.

Her lipstick is leaving little pink half crescents along my shaft. Between that visual and the feel of her tongue on my skin, she’s going to finish things before they even get started.

I pull out, lifting her to her feet. Spinning her around, I flip her skirt over her hips and drag her panties down in one sharp tug.

Taking her wrists in mine, I brace them on the wall and move my hands back to her hips. Positioning myself at her center, I ease inside.

She feels so good. My every fiber is focused on this point of connection. There’s nothing like it.

And the fact that we could get caught is only heightening every sensation.

I didn’t know I was a public sex kind of guy.

There’s a lot of things I didn’t know about myself until Andy showed them to me.

She pushes back, dragging herself down my shaft. A muffled moan reverberates in her throat. I pull out and delve deep. My hips thrust against her ass, and she arches her back, pushing against me.

“Harder,” she murmurs, lifting up on her tiptoes.

I willingly comply, picking up my pace until my hips are slamming against hers. My fingers slip between her legs and I roll them over the tight little bud of nerves. It doesn’t take much to wring an orgasm out of her. She comes with a quiet little cry, body shaking around me.

I pull out and spin her around. Slanting my lips over hers, I ravage her mouth, sucking on her tongue. Her hands find my shaft and she guides it down between her legs.

Lifting her up on my hips, I back her into the wall and push into her.

She sighs, wrapping her arms around my neck, as I drive home again.

I lean back, curving my spine, so I can watch my shaft disappear into her. This angle must be working for her, she’s shaking in my arms. It’s fascinating to watch pleasure ripple across her features. Her little whimpers grow in volume until she’s pressing a hand over her mouth. I move her hand out of the way and put my hand over her lips, relishing the groans vibrating through my palms. When she comes a second time, she bites down on my palm. Pain and pleasure zip through my body, tipping me perilously close to the edge. “I’m going to come, baby.”

She pushes on my chest and I carefully set her on her feet. Dropping to her knees again, she takes my cock in her hand and finishes me right onto those beautiful tits.

I could stand there with her for hours, admiring the view, seeing where else the night can take us, but we are still half-exposed in an unlocked party room.

Finding a tray of linen-wrapped silverware, I unroll a set and toss her the cloth. I stare unapologetically as she cleans herself off, committing the sight to memory.

Zipping my jeans back up, I tuck my shirt in and turn to watch her tie the little bow at her shoulder.

“Can we talk… about us?” I ask, resisting the urge to run my fingers along that soft shoulder.

She laughs dryly. “No.”

It’s a bit of a gut punch.

Still mad, then.

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