Page 130 of Beauty
The idea alone sets my skin on fire. Yes. The answer is an easy one. Especially knowing that Noah’s large frame is blocking my body from view. I can see the people mingling nearby, but they can’t see me. At least that’s what I tell myself as I push the soft fabric of my dress down my shoulder, dragging my bra strap with it and freeing my tits.
Instantly, Noah’s hot mouth surrounds my nipple, swirling over the hard peak and sending me into a tizzy.
I clutch at his hair. “Yes, please don’t stop.”
“Then keep talking,” he says against my sensitive flesh. He flicks my nipple back and forth with his tongue. The sensation and the juxtaposition of the cool air of the club and his hot mouth send me spiraling.
“She’s spreading her legs wide,” I mumble. “She’s wearing pink panties.”
“Are they wet?”
“I can’t tell.” My breath is choppy, my vision going a little hazy. “The man behind her is pushing them down now.”
“Is he going to lick her pussy?”
He flicks my nipple again, right as he finds the perfect spot inside me, and a wave of heat overtakes me.
“I think so.” I drop my head back, delirious. “I can’t think when you?—”
“Don’t think, butterfly. Just relax and tell me what they’re doing.” His hold on me loosens a fraction. “Unless you’d rather stop?”
“No.” I grab his wrist to keep him from pulling out.
He brings his mouth to mine in a slow, erotic kiss, using his tongue the way I imagine he would if his head were buried between my thighs. When he pulls back, he holds my gaze. “I love how desperate you are for my touch.”
“I am,” I admit. “I have been.”
“Good. Shall we continue?”
I nod, and when he cocks a brow, silently telling me to continue with my description of the people in the nearby booth, I look back at the table.
The air is stolen from my lungs instantly. The woman is on all fours, her head low over the man’s crotch, bobbing slightly. The second man, the one behind her, grips her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, his face buried between them.
“Um, he’s eating her ass.” The words tumble out, my heart hammering wildly. Though I don’t even have the good sense to be embarrassed.
“Fuck,” he growls into my ear, adding more pressure. “I wish I was eating yours right now.”
Stars dance in my vision, and another moan slips out.
“Look to your left,” he tells me.
I do as I’m told, finding I have a clear view of the bar from here. It’s only now that I realize that I’m not nearly as hidden as I assumed. Because if I have a clear shot of the bar, then the people there can see me just as easily.
And the man sitting on one of those plush stools is looking right at me.
Garreth.
The desire coiled tight in my belly suddenly wars with a sinking sensation. “Fuck,” I mumble as our eyes connect.
“He’s been watching the whole time.”
“Noah,” I grind out, my eyes falling shut. I don’t want to be with Garreth, but letting another man touch me in front of him is cruel.
“Open your eyes, butterfly,” Noah demands. “I’m not being an asshole. He chose to sit there.”
I arch back, searching his face. Then I focus on my ex again. Is that true?
His stool is pushed back from the bar, his body shifted completely in our direction and a whiskey glass dangling from his fingers.
