Speaking of taking control, Mimi’s teasing, languid strokeschange pace as she squeezes me with more pressure. Perfectly timed with a twist over the crown of my cock, an animalistic sound reverberates from my chest, echoing through the room.
What the fuck.
My whole body tenses as I uncontrollably arch my body toward Mimi. Squeezing my eyes shut, I blink heavily, then open my eyes wide, trying to get my shit together.
“Oh, Jesus. Fuck.” Profanities and another unruly grunt comes from somewhere deep in my throat.
No one has ever paid so much attention to the area, and it’s like she’s tapped into some secret button to an instant fucking orgasm, because it’s taking everything in me to hold back.
She begins moving both hands, synchronizing them in rhythm with her angelic voice, which are full blown words that I hear nothing of.
One hand massages my balls while the other strokes my cock, nothing short of some Jedi fucking mastery with the flawless amount of pressure and twisting.
“Mimi,” I whisper, my tone dripping with desperation.
Her eyes connect with mine and the energy between us is like a wild force of nature. She appears collected as she expertly strokes my cock in front of a crowd full of people, hiding behind that professional mask of indifference, but I know she’s just as affected as I am.
Her nipples harden behind the thin fabric of that stupidly small, transparent sports bra, and there’s no hiding the blush covering the top of her chest and neckline that’s fully exposed to me.
I turn my attention to the crowd again, avoiding eye contact with her because it will be my undoing. Seeing the need behind her eyes is too much for my body to handle.
My fingertips dig into my thighs as I hold on to any piece of myself to remain in control.
I can’t lose control. I won’t lose control.
Seeing the couples in the crowd, everyone is on edge. You can feel the hunger for sex in the air.
Some are kissing, some are naked, some are caressing each other. Another couple is face to face, looking deep into each other's eyes.
Hudson made his way back to Ember, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind as she observes the room, attempting to maintain her control and professionalism.
Dane disappeared and I have a feeling he found a couple to run off with.
Out of fucking nowhere, an indescribable pleasure radiates through my entire body as she presses underneath my balls at the base of my cock. A rope of milky cum shoots out of the tip, landing on my thigh, and my body jerks back in response.
It felt like the sensation right before a climax, except there was no build up or warning. My hips thrust upward as a reflex like it wants more before my brain catches up. I press into my elbows, my abs contracting as I sit up, attempting to pull myself away.
“What the fuck was that?”
Pressing her hand to my chest, she stops me from moving. Her eyes meet mine and I lose myself in her again. My control fades with every goddamn look she gives me with those cocoa-colored eyes drowning with lust.
“Let go, Seamus,” she whispers to me. Pushing into my chest, she forces me back down on the mat.
Lifting my chin in the air, I push the back of my head back down onto the mat, and take a commanding breath. I allow my breath to release slowly, as my shoulders melt into the floor.
Let go.
I close my eyes, telling myself to focus on her touch and the sounds around me. Whimpers and moans play like an orchestra in the room, echoing off the walls and throughout the vast space.
Instead of thinking of everything I need to maintain control or avoid the feeling of Mimi touching me, I drown myself in her.
Her hand that wrapped around my arm that first day.
The feeling of how that felt before I even knew what she looked like.
The angelic sound of her voice as she first told me her name.
The gorgeous contours of her face, especially when she smiles and her eyes shine with a blinding light brighter than the sun.
