Page 129 of Second-Rate Superstar
When I turned in his arms, his hands slid to my ass, hauling me against his erection.
“Is that so?” I arched an eyebrow, rubbing against him.
Dropping his forehead to mine, we breathed the same air as he said, “I asked you for one the night we met after you refused to tell me your name. Turned me down flat.”
“Hmm.” I hummed against his lips. “Don’t know what I was thinking. Severe lapse in judgment.”
“So.” Braxton smiled as I looped my arms around his neck. “Does that mean I can have this dance?”
Tugging his lower lip with my teeth until he hissed, I released it. “Make it worth my while,” I teased, shimmying my hips.
A rumble vibrated through his chest, and I was spun around in a flash. Surprised, I dropped my hold on him, but Braxton was quick to slide my arms up and over my head to lock around his neck as he pressed into me from behind. His fingers sparked fire over my skin on the way back down, pausing to tease the outside curve of my breasts before gripping my hips tightly and grinding his hard-on into my ass.
My moan was lost in the crowded space, full of other couples dancing just as provocatively. Everyone was in their own little world. No one paid any attention to us.
I almost wished they would.
I shifted restlessly in Braxton’s grasp, my body heating, seeking relief. Arousal burned beneath my skin, and I became desperate, taking Braxton’s right hand and sliding it between my thighs. In the mini-dress Lucy loaned me, it was a miracle I hadn’t flashed someone yet. The material was barely long enough to cover my ass.
Braxton’s lips latched onto my neck, skimming softly, driving me insane as a single finger dipped beneath the hem of my dress. My panties were soaked, and I gasped when he rubbed my clit over them, the friction almost unbearable. I was wound so tight that it wouldn’t take more than a few touches before I combusted in front of all these people.
My eyes caught on a sight across the room. Hannah straddled Cal as he sat on a bench facing the dance floor. She was riding him hard as his fingers dug into the vinyl seat beside his thighs. They were both still fully clothed, at least from what I could tell from this angle. Hannah’s dress was as short as mine, and we all knew men didn’t need to remove their pants to release their cocks. It was possible that I was watching them have very public sex, and damn if the thought didn’t have my blood boiling.
Teeth tugged on my earlobe. “It would seem my Firefly likes to watch as much as she likes the idea of being watched.”
Dropping my head against his chest, I moaned, never taking my eyes off Cal and Hannah.
“What do you say, baby?” Braxton’s breathing grew labored in my ear. “I get you off while you watch them get off?”
It was a filthy proposition, but I couldn’t deny how turned on I was watching the other couple. They weren’t strangers on a computer screen. They were our friends. It was wrong to spy on their intimate moment, using it to heighten our own.
Then why does it feel so good?
Braxton took my silence as confirmation, circling over my clit with his fingers. Voice rough, he whispered, “Tell me if you want to stop at any point.”
There it was. Even in our reckless abandon, Braxton was looking out for my comfort, my safety, above all else. He couldn’t be more perfect if he tried.
Shifting my hips, I gave over my power to him as I spied on our friends across the bar. Hannah threw her head back, her long caramel hair floating down her back, as she rocked violently over Cal’s lap. There was no way of knowing if she was riding his cock or simply dry humping him, but bothmental images had me panting in Braxton’s arms as his fingers moved faster between my thighs.
Cal finally released his grip on the seat, digging his fingers into Hannah’s hips so hard her cry floated over the crowd, though no one turned their heads to stare—no one except us, who were already watching with rapt fascination, surrounded in our own lust. Cal took over their movements, practically shaking the woman atop him.
Heat pooled between my thighs, taking me higher and higher, watching the scene play out before us. My back bowed as my muscles tightened, right on the edge. Like a perfectly synchronized symphony, my orgasm crashed over me at the exact moment Hannah’s body grew taut with a tremor so violent I could see it across the room working its way over her muscles.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I gave myself over to the pleasure, my eyes slamming shut as I reveled in the sensations. Who knew it felt so good to be naughty? I never knew I had it in me.
“Show’s over.” Braxton’s fingers slowed, easing me down as I struggled to remain upright.
Eyes popping open, I watched Cal lift Hannah into his arms and walk away. Breathing heavily, I still couldn’t believe we just did that.
“But what a show it was.” I could hear the smile in Braxton’s breathy voice. “Time for me to take you home and make love to you under the stars, beautiful.”
On shaky legs, I turned in his arms, anchoring my hands on his shoulders. A corner of my lips turned up at his suggestion.
“Just how I like it.”
Chapter 30
Dakota
