Page 57 of My Turn Petal
Two hours later, I’m sweating everywhere from the heat and the free exercise. I don’t care. For once. I’m here. Present. We pant rapidly but keep going as another upbeat song comes through the speakers.
Between rests, Theo grabs us some food and introduces me to some people around. It feels great. No care in the world. Right here. This is what I need.
My energy is slowly fading as a chain of yawns swallows me.
“Run, petal. I’ll count to twenty.” Theo soundlessly exhales, “Last game before we go home.” He must’ve noticed my lack of energy.
I peer at him for a brief moment before I commend my legs to leap toward the house’s backdoor.
Theo
Ismirktomyself,catching her darkened figure occupying the vacant balcony on the third floor.
I exhale with a laugh.
I pace through the spacious interior design of the house, climbing the creamy stairs leading to her until she comes into view.
Her dress hugs her sexy rounded ass perfectly. Those wide hips accentuate the curves, I need to touch and tame.
I swiftly eat the distance separating us, needing to feel her against me once again.
Feeling her soft skin under my hands makes it brutally hard not to lick or tease or taste.
Pushing my painful erection to her backside, I know she’s getting wetter every time she feels my cock begging to touch her.
Her full breasts rise and fall underneath the V-neck collar of her red dress.
I prod her legs apart, planting my thigh between them, and her clit pulses on the fabric of my suit, starving for my attention.
She responds with a simple, “Yes,” as I continue to ghost my fingers on her delicate skin and dip them past the slits on the sides of her dress.
“Want me to stop?” I ask as I draw circles on her hip. In return, I’m rewarded with a dainty moan. “Stop me.” I hiss to her cheek, mustering my deepest voice.
My fingers roam downward, closer and closer to her waistband, skimming the surface of her underwear. The heat her center discharges is enough for me to know she’s ready to beg for my touch. “Stop me, Frankie,” I order.
Anyone can catch us, or notice our suspicious behavior from down there—where the party is still alive.
I give her slender neck a wet kiss. Then bite down hard enough to leave a mark.
She whimpers in my arms, moaning for my ears only.
“Is this what you want?” I soothe the sting with a lick and a kiss. “For me to mark you.”
I dig my fingers into her underwear, publicly with no fucks given whatsoever because I don’t give any.
“Don’t stop.” A choked whisper escapes her.
I lightly feather her clit and wrap my free hand around her throat, tightening my grip to hold her in place.
“Please.” She purrs, leaning her weight on my chest.
“Do you admire the view?” still holding her neck, I place my forefinger and thumb on her jaw to direct her gaze. “All these people watching our little show.”
“Yes, please.”
I want her to say the words. The ones she is dying to unleash. That would be the cue for us to leave and fuck away to her place.
“You have no idea how badly I want to destroy your insides with my cock.”
