“What do you need, Theo?” she breathes against my open mouth, her question sparking the territorial need to claim her.
I don’t answer right away. Instead, I jerk her against me, hitching her up around my waist and walk us until her back is flush against the patio doors. No longer able to control myself, I shove my hips in a harsh thrust against her dampening center, finally answering her question.
“I want everyone to see me fuck you.”
She pulls the short hairs at the back of my head, forcing me to turn my head so we are eye to eye as I continue to grind my painful erection against her lower body.
“I want them to see me fuck what’s mine.” I growl a little on the last part and her eyes blaze with the need that plagues us both. We get off on this kind of kink. We thirst for it, and no matter how many times we do it, it’s never enough. Not for me and definitely not for her.
I grind once more, eliciting a whimper before easing her to the ground. She needs no instruction on how this goes.
She rips at my tee but I take charge, pulling it over my head before she tears it. My shorts hit the cement next before she cups my balls, drawing pleasure from me, one pull after another. Shit. I am so fucked for this girl.
Disentangling from her voodoo, I pull away, not ready to come yet. This is my show, not hers. My t-shirt she currently wears is yanked over her arms quickly. Her perky tits spring free as I toss it behind my head. I don’t give a shit where it lands because her perfectly round globes glisten in the moonlight, calling to me for attention. My tongue darts out, moistening my lips, readying them for the onslaught.
Slowly, I lower, taking one pert, pink nipple between my teeth, Anniston gasps, arching back, inviting me to take more. I caress the neglected breast, rolling it over and over in my hand, until the nipple pebbles between my fingers.
“So damn perfect,” I croon in between sucks and soft bites. Her answering scratch across my shoulder tells me all I need to know. Keep. Fucking. Going.
I ease my assault to her breasts, trailing my fingers lower to cup her bare pussy.
Her body jerks in surprise when I add pressure, allowing one finger to slip past her lips, intruding inside, finding the wet heat that awaits me.
“Always so tight,” I mutter, sinking all the way to my knees. My ass is full-on beaming at the moon and any unsuspecting early risers, but I don’t care. The thrill of being watched, of someone jacking off to me fucking Ans makes me hard as fuck. Call me crazy but don’t knock it until you try it. After all, it’s how the porn industry earns their money. People are curious. They like to watch.
Readjusting the spear between my legs, I run my hands up along Anniston’s chilled calves and over her knees, kneading as I go. With my thumbs, I give her thighs a gentle nudge to open wide enough for my face to align. With a deep, lingering breath, I inhale her arousal, a musky, womanly scent with a mix of something I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s decadent. It’s a special dessert. And it’s all fucking mine.
“Theo…” she whines, anxious for my mouth to be where she wants it.
It makes me chuckle. I kind of like having her by the balls for once. “Patience, love,” I chastise.
She jerks a fistful of my hair, planting my face directly at her slit. “Patience is overrated. Eat.” Her voice teeters on the edge of sanity. It’s becoming hard for her to maintain this submission. She wants to take control, to hurry me along.
To de-escalate the situation, I bring my tongue out to play. Firm strokes and soft swipes have her knees buckling almost immediately. Pinning her to the glass to keep her upright, I clasp her hips with both hands. Nothing ruins the moment like a concussion.
Anniston’s moans fill the silence as she starts to come apart with each hard thrust of my tongue. Her knees tremble, making it hard for me to keep hold.
“I’m going to come,” she gasps, taking in short, choppy breaths.
I stop, not wanting her to come just yet, and lace my arms behind her knees. She whines her protest as I stand and crowd her against the door, forcing her to taste herself on my tongue. She pushes back, aggressively claiming my mouth, controlling the kiss.
I lift her leg with one hand, and with my free hand, take hold of my extremely patient dick and line it up with her soaked entrance. The tip pushes at her threshold, testing my restraint.
“Hang on,” is all the warning I give before plunging into her hot, creamy vice.
She muffles her scream against my shoulder, biting down to ease the pressure. When the clenching eases, I pull out in a long, torturous stroke. Her impatience ignites as she meets me on my way back in, then thrust for thrust, picking up the tempo.
The light flicks on in the kitchen, distracting me from ripping Anniston from the inside out. Cade shuffles in looking exhausted.
Anniston grinds against me, annoyed that I’ve slowed down again.
Cade’s eyes track to the patio and narrow at seeing Anniston’s naked body smearing streaks of sweat up and down the glass. I’m not sure if he can even see me but I give him a fuck-you smile anyway, just in case.
Harder, I offer Anniston the powerful thrust she desires and revel in the raspy scream she lets out into the night air.
Cade’s eyes never leave her body. The sick fuck inside me loves torturing him. I’m like a greedy toddler parading my toys around, not sharing a one.
Anniston moans my name and my attention goes back to her, the game I’m playing with Cade making me want to give it all I’ve got.
