“Can people see us?”she asks, sounding uncertain.
“They can’t see what I’m doing to you,” I say.“They can’t see what a naughty little girl you are.”
Encouraged by the way she rubs her front against me, I begin hiking up the side of her dress.I know I’ll find a wet pussy waiting for me, and I can’t wait to touch her, hear more of her soft moans.
“But we’re just out here, in the open—” Her words break off and she goes still in my arms.
I lean forward to whisper against her ear, so close my lips almost brush her lobe.“Kingston’s here, isn’t he?”
“We shouldn’t do this at the gala,” Kingston says from behind me.
“Do what?”I ask, winking at Ella.
“Bash,” Kingston says.“This isn’t Vice.”
He’s right.As tempting as it is to lift Ella’s dress up and fingerfuck her right out here in the open, this isn’t the best venue for that kind of exhibitionism.
“Back to your place, then,” I say.“That is, if our little princess is willing.”
She looks between us.“With both of you.”
I nod.Kingston nods.
“I shouldn’t,” she says, looking down.
“Because…” I say, trailing off so she can finish the sentence.
“Because I want to so fucking badly,” she whispers.
“Language, young lady,” Kingston says, but the words come out sounding affectionate rather than stern.
She shivers in my arms.
“It’s settled, then,” I say.“I’m taking Ella to yours, King.Finish up here.”
He rocks forward as if he’s going to take her in his arms, even while I hold her.But then he stops, probably reminding himself that this isn’t the place for those kinds of displays.
His eyes are dark as he looks at the woman in my arms.“I’ll be with you soon, little one.”
Then he spins around and goes back into the ballroom.
We follow him, but I don’t let go of Ella’s waist for a second.The guests are all wrapped up in their own worlds, their own drunken dancing and conversations.Nobody stops the two of us.
We’re into the elevator in no time.I don’t hold her close like I want to.Instead, I simply hold her hand.
“You do always get what you want, don’t you?”she says.
I shrug.“I’m not so sure about that.But tonight, I want you riding my cock, and King’s.”
Her blush deepens.
“If you don’t want this, little princess, you can walk out of this building and go straight home.I’ll even get you a cab.”
“Are you regretting that you asked me?”she says.
“No,” I say, puzzled.“Why?”
“Because you seem like you’re trying pretty fucking hard to talk me out of it.”
