Page 95 of Wild Card
“Too late. You lived to tell the tale though because you’re too pretty for your own good.”
“Yeah?” He grins, tucking his phone away before his hands slip down my thighs.
“Yeah.”
“What I need right now is to find out if Colt has a library.”
“I don’t think so.” I frown at him, and Tobias raises an eyebrow at me. “Oh! Oh…” I realize what he’s implying.
“I think I deserve a little payback.”
I laugh and shake my head. “I don’t think he has a sacred library like you do though. So that might be tough.”
“Mmm. We’ll just have to pick a spot.” Tobias jumps up and puts me on my feet in the process.
“Bathroom?” I whisper the question as I follow him, glancing around to make sure no one is following our retreat from the main room.
“It’s an option.” His fingers thread through mine as we walk down a hall and up a set of steps to the second floor. “But I think I like this one better.”
It’s a loft. There’s no door and only a partial wall that obscures the room from the lower level.
“This feels very… exposed.”
“That’s the point.” He grins at me, his eyes searching my face for a moment. “If you’re up for it.”
I glance around and then back at him. “How?”
He grins, leaning down to kiss me, first on the lips and then up the side of my jaw until he reaches my ear.
“I sit on the couch. You take those panties off and ride me. Skirt you’ve got on should give us some cover.”
“As long as we’re not too loud.”
“Hmm.” He kisses his way down my throat as he walks backward. “I like hearing you though. You’ll have to keep your lips to my ear then. Can’t live without all those sounds you make for me.”
“Okay.” I nod just as we reach the couch. I reach down and slip out of my underwear, handing them to him, and he tucks them into his back pocket for safekeeping. I climb into his lap, straddling it while he pulls himself out.
The party downstairs is loud, but I can still hear strains of conversations drifting up. The music and the sound of glasses clinking with ice follow up behind it. I peer down and take a breath when I realize how close they all are.
His hand slides under my skirt and his fingers brush over me, making me close my eyes when he starts to tease my clit with the slightest pressure. I look down at him, and he grins.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. Barely need me to touch you before you’re wet for me.”
“Watching you today helped.”
“Did it?”
“Yes. I was thinking about how much I wanted you the whole time.”
“Not about how you want to strangle me?” He grins.
“No. But I did think about your hands a lot.” I smirk at him, my hand slipping between us so I can stroke him. His eyes shutter.
“Yeah? I bet you did. I know how much you love them.” His free hand wraps around the side of my neck and presses down. “Put me inside. Let me fill that cunt for you.”
I guide him inside me, taking a moment to adjust to how full he feels, and then I start to roll my hips. I kiss my way up his throat, and his fingers slide up my neck, threading into the back of my hair, getting twisted in the strands. He continues to softly massage my clit while I ride him.
“Fuck…” he groans. “Come closer. I want to hear your little gasps when you’re full of me.” His fingers tighten in my hair as I kiss my way up his neck, gently running my tongue just beneath his ear. He starts to move under me, countering my downstrokes until we hit a perfect rhythm. My knees ache a little, and I can feel a sheen of sweat breaking out on my chest. The sound of laughter wrapping around us as it drifts upstairs.
