“Are you sure this is how you want to spend our day, Rainbow?” Kian quizzes, amusement lighting up his masculine face. “You’re not into sports.”
“We went bowling.”
“Not a sport.”
I cock my hips, and retort, “I can be sporty.”
“You sure picked the toughest one,” he teases.
I gaze around at the wide and rich green field, wondering how difficult golf can really be. You just need to swing a ball into a hole. “This is more for you, Kian. Billionaires love to golf. How you weren’t a member of a country club is beyond me. Didn’t you ever have to schmooze with a client by bringing them here?”
“Did you learn that from a movie?”
Maybe. “It doesn’t matter. Now, don’t be a spoilsport.”
His low and smooth chuckle floats over to me, sizzling my skin. “Oh, I’m very excited, baby.” His gaze heating up, he roams his eyes over my outfit, clad in a high-waisted navy blue skirt with a white short-sleeved T-shirt tucked in. “I’m loving the view.”
Blushing, I fight not to check him out. I’ve already done it countless times ever since I saw him step out of the bedroom. He looks dapper yet broody and dangerous in a cream shirt and black slacks. Black sunglasses are tucked in the neckline in the middle of his chest. I’m drooling at his arm tattoo visible due to the short sleeves stretching over his thick biceps, especially the one on his wrist.
My pulse skyrockets, lust making my stomach swirl as he approaches me with a filthy need shadowing his rugged features. Caging me in against the golf cart, he tilts my chin with a tip of his finger. “How are you expecting me to concentrate? Every time you’ll bend over in this tight little skirt, flaunting that sweet ass at me, I’ll want to spank it and fuck you from behind right here in the field. Is that what you want? To be fucked in front of everyone passing us by and showing them what a slut you are for me?”
My pussy clenches at the image he paints. My panties dampen as I imagine lascivious eyes roving over me while Kian takes me hard, letting them know I belong to him and looking is all they’ll ever be allowed.
I swallow, the scene playing vividly in my mind.
Kian smirks, hefting me up with an arm around my waist and kissing me senseless. “You’ll be distracted too the entire time, wondering if I’ll make good on my promise.”
“You wouldn’t,” I hum confidently.
His eyes darken with challenge. One hand lowers to caress my ass over the skirt, squeezing it roughly and wrenching a needy whimper from my lips. Shifting his palm lower, he pushes it underneath the hem and brazenly cups my pussy. Caught in his ensnaring and domineering stare, I clutch his biceps when he rips my flimsy thong with a twist of his wrist.
“Ki—” His name gets swallowed by the wet fabric he shoves into my mouth, gagging me. Fear and excitement volley for dominance as his big frame drops to his knees and calloused hands push up my tight skirt to bunch the fabric around my waist.
My hand flies to the back of his head as he spreads my folds, his tongue lashing out to lick and swipe between them. His pleasured groan sending vibrations to my clit, which he meanly ignores and circles around it.
The bright sunlight and cool breeze remind me of our vulnerability. Or rather, mine. Yet I make no move to rip him away from my center. Garbled noises escape my lips as I thrust my cunt against his mouth eating me out in open.
Oh fuck! We’re going to get caught.
Then kicked out.
So why am I not stopping him?
The chain of warnings breaks as his free hand sneaks up to my right breast and pinches the hard nipple. A tightness knots in my groin, pleading to be unfurled into rapture that only Kian can bring.
Except, he’s content in devouring me for his pleasure. In the distance, I hear a cart rolling in our direction, sending a frisson of fright up my spine. I tug at Kian’s hair, trying to lift him off me. He’s built like a brick wall, rendering my efforts futile.
The golf cart keeps coming closer.
As if he can hear it too, he doubles down his strokes and grazes his teeth on my slit before nipping it gently. The fire in my belly keeps igniting and igniting. Like the slut he called me, I can’t help but ride his tongue.
A few feet across from us, the cart drives by with us in clear view. Just as one of the two guys driving it sees us, he nudges his friend. Kian chooses that moment when the strangers look right at me to suck my clit and crest me over the edge.
The thrill of getting caught sends me into oblivion.
My back bows as I come with a muffled cry, too far gone to care about my surroundings. Kian’s hands span my waist, holding me upright as he keeps licking and slurping on my cum until the last wave ebbs.
I’ve never climaxed so hard.
