Page 51 of Hard Rock Desires
“I fucking love that luscious ass of yours,” I growled into her mouth. “You get me so fucking hot, Grace.”
Her quiet gasp told me she felt my growing cock nestled up against her, proof of my words.
I abandoned her mouth and attacked her neck, wanting to taste every inch of that sweet skin. Her lithe body writhed desperately against mine as she panted to catch her breath.
I let my hand drop from her hip to her thigh, sneaking under the hem of her dress to press my fingers into the bare skin. She let out a shaky noise as my hand crept higher and higher, letting my wandering fingers explore the soft skin and warm crease between thigh and hip. I circled my thumb in the dip of her hipbone, then toyed at the elastic of her panties. Hm. It felt like lace. That was hot as fuck. I hoped they were black, too.
Grace moaned, clutching at my shoulders and letting her head fall forward, her every breath a hot puff of air on my neck.
I shifted to wedge my knee between her thighs. She let her legs fall open. I cupped her between her thighs, and she let out a choked gasp. Fuck, she was so hot under my hand, the heat of her was enough to scald my palm. I used two fingers to rub a teasing line up and down. Her panties were the only thing stopping me from slipping right inside her.
She panted and trembled, fingers digging into my shoulders to keep herself steady as I used my thumb to tease at the nub between her legs, circling and massaging. It was taking every ounce of self-control to not tear off that lacy scrap of fabric and fuck her right up against the wall where we stood.
“Ah—!” The increase in pitch and near violent shaking told me she was close. Her thighs clamped down, squeezing my wrist, and I smothered her mouth with mine to swallow her cries as she came on my hand. Her whole body quaked against me with aftershocks, her chest falling up and down rapidly as she heaved in gulps of air.
I kissed her through it, waiting until her tense muscles eased and her breathing calmed. Her locked thighs relaxed, and I had control over my hand again.
“Wow,” she breathed into my mouth.
I pulled back. Her pretty eyes met mine. They were a dreamy, hazy blue, until realization set in and they went wide.
“Oh my god,” she hissed. “Did we really just do that?” She looked around quickly every which way, then relaxed a fraction as she saw that we were alone. “I can’t believe you fingered me in the middle of a party!”
“Technically, I never actually slid inside—”
She slapped a hand against my mouth.
“I don’t care about your technicalities,” she said.
But Grace wasn’t frowning, or upset. From the twitching of her lips, she actually looked like she was trying to suppress a giddy smile.
“I probably should have expected something like this from you,” she accused with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Why did I think you could go more than an hour without putting your hands on me in some way?”
“I lasted an hour and two minutes, I’ll have you know,” I replied.
“You’re the very image of restraint.”
“If I really wanted to, I could have taken out my cock and given you a good—”
She shut me up by kissing me, which I didn’t mind at all.
When she finally released me, it was with a pleased sigh and a coy smile.
“Do you think anyone will notice if we take off early?” she asked.
My still swollen cock rose to attention.
“I really don’t care if they do,” I replied.
Hand in hand, like little kids, we snuck back to the event hall and kept to the walls as we tried to make our way to the exit without drawing attention to ourselves.
“Maybe we should at least tell your friends we’re leaving,” she said. “They might wonder where you are.”
“That’s going to be a no.”
I didn’t need Grace to see their knowing looks and hear their completely unsubtle comments. They’d know what had happened once they realized we weren’t here, and besides, I was planning on taking Grace home. They’d no doubt see her tomorrow, and could get their dose of sly commentary in the morning if they really wanted to.
“If you’re sure, I guess we can—”
