Page 135 of Undisputed Chaos
The felt surface gleamed green under a single overhead light, surrounded by shadows that would hide us from casual observation.
Setting her down, I spun her so her back was to the crowd, her hands braced against the table's edge.
The position put her pussy perfectly aligned with my hips, and Iground against her slowly, letting her feel exactly how hard she'd made me.
"Fuck," I groaned against her ear, my hands finding her hips. "Watching you watch me, seeing that hunger in your eyes..."
She pushed forward against me, desperate for more friction. "Adrian, please touch me.”
I glanced around quickly, confirming our relative privacy. The corner was shadowed, blocked from most of the crowd by the pool table itself.
Anyone paying attention would know what was happening, but casual observers would miss the details.
Perfect.
Keeping one hand on her hip to hold her steady, I bunched up the front of her dress. The fabric rose inch by inch, revealing the curve of her thighs, the lacy panties that matched her outfit.
"Spread your legs," I commanded softly, and she obeyed immediately, her thighs parting as I slipped my hand between them.
She was soaked through the fabric, her arousal evident even through the lace.
I groaned against her neck, my cock straining against my jeans as I felt how ready she was.
"Fuck, you're dripping," I murmured, pushing the fabric aside to stroke her directly. "My dirty angel got this wet from watching me drink some asshole to death.”
She moaned, the sound lost in the music but vibrating through her body into mine.
I circled her clit with my thumb while sliding two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around me desperately.
It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
The need to taste her overwhelmed every other thought.
Dropping to my knees, I pushed her dress up further and buried my face between her thighs, my tongue finding her clit.
The angle put me mostly hidden under the fabric of her dress, but the sight of Isla sitting on the pool table, knees spread wide,clearly being pleasured, would be obvious to anyone who looked our way.
The risk, the exhibitionism, the knowledge that we were claiming each other in full view of a room full of dangerous people—it all combined into an intoxicating cocktail of possession and desire.
"Oh god," she gasped, her hands fisting in her dress as I worked her with my mouth. "Adrian, people can see?—"
"Let them," I growled against her, the vibration making her moan. “I don’t fucking care. I need this pussy right now.”
I alternated between long, slow licks and quick flicks of my tongue, driving her higher and higher until she was trembling on the table.
Her taste flooded my mouth, sweet like her chocolate martini, musky with arousal, purely and utterly Isla.
I slipped two fingers back inside her while sucking hard on her clit, and she came with a muffled moan, covering her mouth with a hand.
Her walls spasmed around my fingers as I worked her through the orgasm, not stopping until she was sated and shaking.
Standing up, I smoothed her dress back down and pulled her in, catching her as her knees buckled.
Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction and alcohol, her lips swollen from biting back screams.
"You're insane," she whispered, smiling all satisfied, her hands fisting in my shirt to pull me closer.
"You love it," I replied, pressing a lingering kiss to her mouth so she could taste herself on my lips.
