He pushed my skirt up, moved my thong to the side, and slid two fingers inside of me.Jesus.
“Your pussy is mine,” he said.
I gripped the back of his neck.
He moved his fingers slowly in and out of me before picking up the pace.
I tried not to moan. I could hear the DJ announcing the next people in the wedding party. I could hear the guests cheering.And if I could hear them, they’d be able to hear me too. Hell, anyone could just walk out here and…
Just that second I saw Porter turn the corner. He saw us and immediately turned his back to us. But he didn’t walk away. He stood there with his arms crossed, making sure no one else would see us.
“James, Porter is…”
“You think this is the first time Porter has caught me with my hand up your skirt?”
I knew for a fact that it wasn’t.
“You’re soaking wet, baby. You love when people watch us.”
I moaned and clapped my hand over my mouth.
“Half of me wants to go down on you right in the middle of the dance floor. To show everyone that you’re mine.” He pumped his hand faster.
God.I let my hand fall from my mouth.
“Every inch of you is mine.” He reached up with his fingers, hitting a spot that had me so close to the edge.
“Yes!”
“Say it, Penny.”
“Every inch of me is yours.”
“Good girl.” He removed his hand right before I came.
My throat made a weird squeaking noise. “James…”
He slid his fingers into his mouth as he stared down at me, the hunger still in his eyes.
God.
He licked off every drop, the intensity in his eyes only growing.
“I was so close,” I said. I lifted my skirt slightly, trying to tempt him to come back to me.
He leaned forward and grabbed the hem of my skirt.
Thank God.
“You tortured me,” he whispered, his breath hot in my ear. “Now I get to torture you.” He dropped my skirt back into place.
I was so frustrated that I could scream. “I didn’t ask for Matt to do that.”
“You also didn’t slap him and tell him to stop.”
I just stared at him. “But…James…”
“You can beg me to let you come later when you’re on your knees choking on my cock.”