Page 9 of Second Go-Round

Never one to give a fuck about people watching, I continued to tease her through the thin fabric separating my fingers from her skin. I humped her plump ass in time with the beat, relentless with my fingers to shatter her right there in the middle of the sea of lust surrounding us.

Christine shuddered. “Oh shit…you’re gonna make me come.”

Fuck yes.

I swallowed her cries as she came, gasping against my mouth, fingernails digging into my wrist as I continued to play with her clit.

“Jesus….” She gasped. Shuddered. Sagged in my arms.

I nuzzled my nose beneath her earlobe again as she panted for breath, eyes closed and smiling.

“Let’s get out of here,” I stated against her ear, trying to ignore my throbbing balls on the verge of explosion.

Lacing her fingers through mine resting once more atop her hip, she nodded.

When had holding hands felt so…

Fuck, I didn’t even know what. Like two puzzle pieces? Made to slot together and instill a sense of rightness I couldn’t comprehend—didn’t want to.

I turned and pressed through the crowd, Christine in tow. Whatever the fuck was going on between me and my client for the night, I had no clue, but impatience ramped my steps to escape the throng of dancers keeping me from pulling her into privacy where I could ravish every goddamn inch of her deliciousness.

The level of the music prohibited me from excusing us properly, so I shouldered into people when necessary, holding tightly to Christine’s slender fingers.

Beneath the balcony by the bar, the noise level lowered a bit, and Christine squeezed my hand. I stopped, pulled her up against my side, and leaned down when she gestured for me to lower my face.

“Bathroom,” she said, her raised voice in my ear.

Nodding, I followed where she led.

A long hallway branched off adjacent to the dance floor, the guarded door muffling the music as it closed behind us.

My ears rang, only the low thump of bass still recognizable in the sudden stillness.

Adjusting my aching cock in my jeans, I grimaced. A mess of pre-cum smeared inside my boxer briefs. I couldn’t begin to imagine the state of Christina’s panties.

A shot of lust kicked me in the groin, and I groaned, squeezing my bulge.

Two women stood in the hallway ahead of us, but the bathroom door in front of them swung inward, spilling out three stumbling, giggling girls. They passed us, and Christine paused, placing her hand against my chest, pushing gently.

I gave way, resting my shoulders against the wall.

“Don’t go anywhere,” Christine murmured, her emerald eyes reaching through my own dark orbs to seek out every hidden secret inside my soul. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She left me, my jaw unhinged and brain fried.

I couldn’t even remember my fucking name.

Chapter 5

Christine

Face flushed and my entire body tingling, I entered a stall and shut myself away from the other women inside the bathroom. My cum-soaked panties clung to my pussy, sticky and gross. Too bad I couldn’t have snuck Jarrod into the stall with me to lick me clean.

Whimpering a curse, I took care of my full bladder and wiped my panties as free of wetness as I could.

Jarod was so. Damn. Fine. He’d proven to be even hotter in person—and he was mine for the rest of the night.

A shiver of excitement slid down my spine as I washed my hands. I moved on unsteady legs to the full-length mirror, casting a smile at the two women beside me. In typical bitch form, they ignored me while adjusting their boobs. As an only child and having a tomboy for a mother, I never understood women and their cattiness.

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