She laughs until catching the serious strain in my expression. “Very funny.”
“Fuck around and find out, baby girl.”
Her cheeks get pink as she rubs against my erection. “You already did that to me this morning.”
“Which was hours ago,” I argue.
“We’re in public,” she whispers.
“Try to keep your screams to a minimum.”
But she’s hesitating, squirming her hips to test my willpower. “You actually want to?”
“Need to,” I correct. “Your pussy is the cure to calm my chaos. I’m addicted. Completely hooked. Feed my craving, Princess.”
Bianca ditches the burger basket on the nearest surface and slings her arms around my neck. “It really turns me on that you like going down on me.”
“Love, not like,” I rectify again. “Does that mean you’ll let me do it whenever I want?”
“I’m beginning to think so.”
“That’s not granting me permission. You want me to beg?”
Her nose brushes over mine. “Mhmm, I love when you bend to my wild whims.”
“And kneel at your feet?” My palm snakes between us to reach the exposed skin above her knee. A flip of my wrist has me slipping under her skirt to tease her inner thigh. “Did you wear this for me?”
She clamps her legs together to trap my exploring fingers. “It accentuates my assets.”
“And gives me easy access.” I stroke her satin flesh until she relaxes. “Put your pussy in my mouth.”
Her eyelids grow heavy as her breath wheezes. “Right now?”
“Always, but that’s unreasonable.” Yet I look at her for confirmation.
“It’s also unrealistic.” But her rebuttal lacks spark. She must sense it and adds, “You can’t constantly eat me out.”
“Not with that attitude.”
Her body sways into mine. “Why am I resisting?”
“Good question. Tell me yes,” I exhale across her lips.
“Yes.” Her mouth presses to mine, tongue sneaking out to lick me.
I cinch an arm around her waist and deepen the kiss for a moment. Just long enough for the steady thump of my pulse to spike into a feverish rush. She’s snug against me, but yanks at my neck to eliminate any empty space. My teeth nibble at her bottom lip before sucking hard on the pouty flesh. It’s a preview of what I plan on doing to her clit. Bianca mewls, grinding into me shamelessly. I squeeze a palmful of her ass. We’re making a scene, but I couldn’t give a single shit. The desperation simmering in my veins is what pulls us apart.
My mouth slips from hers on a harsh exhale. “Let me get your taste on my tongue, and then I’ll take you on a date worthy of bragging to your friends.”
“All right, Cowboy.” She snatches the straw hat off my head, dropping it onto hers. The size is way too big, but damn, she’s sexy while staking her claim. “Saddle up. I’m gonna ride your face.”
That’s what I needed to hear. I thread our fingers together and guide her to the dark alcove labeled with a wooden restroom sign. Before slipping inside, I pause at the bar.
Bianca sneaks past me and swings her hips to a sultry rhythm. I blindly reach back for my wallet and pull out a hundred-dollar bill. The barrel-chested man eyes the money I set on the counter.
“Keep everyone away from the can until we come out,” I instruct.
He tucks the bill into his pocket. “You got it.”
