Page 61 of Personal Foul
“That’s where they’re going to stay for the rest of the night.”
“East…” it’s half-protest, half-whimper.
“Use your fucking words, Princess.”
“Touch me. Please.”
He grins and his hand slips between my legs. He strokes me and his teeth dig into his lower lip.
“Fucking hell,” he curses because I am embarrassingly wet for him. So much so that I can feel it slicking my upper thighs as he slides his fingers inside me and strokes.
“You gonna tell me this is because of me again? You haven’t even had your mouth on me tonight, and I’ve barely talked to you.”
“Just thinking about you,” I admit. “The way you feel in my mouth. The way you fill me so perfectly when you fuck me.”
“The way you talk is gonna break me,” he whispers against my cheek, his thumb circling over my clit.
“Break you?”
“Make me say things I shouldn’t. You make me want things I know I shouldn’t. You make me want so fucking much, Princess.”
I gasp as he hits my clit just right, and I start to feel the edge of my orgasm hit. He pulls his hand back and kisses me. “Not. Fucking. Yet.”
He grabs my wrist and drags me to the other side of the room, where a balcony juts out over the club below.
“Bend over,” he grits out.
“What?”
“Bend over. Pull your skirt up and put your hands on the railing.”
“Here? Someone could see.” I feel the spark of apprehension light up my chest and swarm through me, but I do what he asks.
I hear him undoing his zipper and unwrapping a condom and then I feel him at my back. The warmth of his body against mine as he leans over me. He grabs me by the throat and pulls me up to my full height again.
He brushes his lips up the side of my neck and his tongue teasing the edge of my jaw before he whispers against my ear. “That’s the point, Princess. So they can all see my hands on you. They can know that out of all the men you could have in this place it’smeyou want to fuck you. Because you like how I fuck you. How dirty I am. How I give you what you want. You love it so much that you can’t even stand to go back to the room before you get my cock. And I want you so fucking much I’ll give it to you. You want them to know that; don’t you?”
“East… fuck…” I mutter, and he teases my clit with his free hand again, gentle brushes that make me want more.
“That’s right, Princess. When I fuck you, you better say my name. Because when we fuck, you’re mine. Yes?”
“Yes,” I agree.
“Good. Now look down there, where our friends are, where my brother is. You better watch them while I make you come. Make sure they don’t look up here and find out how much you like fucking me.” His teeth graze the side of my throat before he kisses me one last time. “Now bend over and take my cock.”
I can barely think straight when he talks, but I manage to do what he asks. When he slides inside me, I grip the rail because it’s so fucking much. So fucking good. And he teases me so well, bringing me so close to the edge, that it’s only a minute before I’m coming hard and saying his name between whimpers and curses. He follows me a few moments later.
“Fuck, Princess. You feel so fucking good. And the way your cunt tightens around me. Fuck. Makes me come so fucking hard…” he mutters as he finishes, his breathing ragged and uneven. After he gets rid of the condom and puts himself back together, he pulls me onto his lap on the couch.
His hand wraps around the nape of my neck and pulls me down to kiss him, his fingers threading through my hair as he does it. And the way he kisses me is so tender, so sweet, so opposite of the way he just handled me that it’s hard to believe the two men are one and the same. That I get to have both of them in such a short span of time.
“Nothing was going to happen with her. You know that, right?” He looks up at me.
“Yes. Just like you know I would never do anything with your brother, right?”
He nods, and I kiss him again.
“I don’t even fucking want to be out right now. I just want to be back at the hotel with you.” He kisses me absently on my lower lip and then at the corner of my mouth.
