Then he reached down and removed her hand from his cock before pulling her back in close, his hand sliding back up her skirt to its previous position, leaving Trish conflicted.
He rubbed her hip with one hand in reassuring little circles, even as he traced a more complicated pattern on her thigh with his other hand, which helped to soothe and comfort. But… why had he removed her hand from his cock?
And why was she getting so upset over this? Last night, Trish had worried she might have made a mistake in staying because he hadn’t let her do what she’d wanted, and here he was, insisting she do what she actually wanted, deep down, and she was getting upset again! Because… because she’d wanted toplease him, to have his attention, more than she’d cared about whatshewanted.
Which was a horrifying realization to come to.
How far would she have been willing to go?
The sound of Lisa choking on the Wolf’s cock drew Trish’s attention. The Wolf had his hands in her hair, and was fucking her mouth, using her for his pleasure while her cheeks turned pink as she struggled to breathe. Would Trish have been willing to do that? Here, in front of everyone? Most attention was on the Wolf or the soldiers taking turns with Ken—who was face down, sobbing into Bria’s pussy, with his ass up in the air to take Vince’s cock—but it wouldn’t necessarily stay that way.
What had Trish’s endgame been when she’d reached for Jordan’s cock? She’d just known she’d wanted his attention on her and not Lisa.
The hand on her hip moved up higher to cup her breast, and Trish stiffened. She’d gotten her wish. His head moved, lips pressing against the top of her head as he tipped her back, and she squeaked. Chuckling, Jordan kissed her as his hand slid further up her skirt, making her squirm and try to push the fabric back down.
He didn’t stop her from keeping the tops of her legs covered, the way he did when he wanted to show her off, but that didn’t stop his questing fingers, either. Trish moaned into his mouth, half in shameful embarrassment, half in arousal as the tips of his fingers met her wet pussy. The loud noises of everyone around them made her hyperaware of their presence, no matter how Trish tried to ignore them.
Having such a large, potential audience made her heart pound in her chest, even with the distraction of Jordan’s kiss– yet her pussy was still wet and throbbing, aching for him to slide his fingers inside her as he stroked the swollen lips. Suddenlaughter made her stiffen again, but Jordan’s fingers kept stroking her pussy,
She wanted to try to squirm away; wanted to tell him to stop in front of the audience… but Trish had been the one to start it. And she didn’t want his attention to return to Lisa sucking the Wolf’s cock.
Suddenly, Jordan’s fingers withdrew, and he was up and moving. Trish clung to him, not looking up, panting with needy arousal and wanting to whimper at the change—except shereallyhoped they were moving to somewhere more private.
Very slightly more private, it turned out.
As soon as Jordan got her into the hallway, he flipped Trish around so her legs straddled his waist and pressed her up against the wall, his mouth devouring hers.
Trish couldn’t help but glance up and down the empty hallway. Almost everyone in the compound would be in the main room for the show. And with it being in full swing, it was unlikely anyone would be leaving the room. Unlikely anyone would see them.
But not totally improbable.
The thought of being caught made her shiver, and sick excitement coiled through her. It was the same excitement that had fueled her when Marek and Laura had watched her and Jordan. She didn’t want to be caught—didn’t know how she would react if someone came out of the door only a few feet away—but the thought that someonecouldmade her hotter and hornier, even as she tried to push Jordan away, maybe to convince him to move to an empty room or something.
Ignoring the push of her hands against his chest, Jordan used one hand to undo the front of his pants and free his cock. Then his hands were on her ass cheeks, holding her up as he thrust into her pussy and shoved her hips back against the wall. Trish moaned into his mouth as his thick shaft split her open; thisposition made him feel bigger than usual, and it was so, so good to be stuffed full of him.
A roar from the main room made her quiver, a reminder of all the people on the other side of the wall, but it didn’t matter anymore.
Her skirt was up around her hips in front, falling to her sides, as Jordan started fucking her, rough and fast, up against the wall. Playing with her in front of everyone had made him hornier and more aggressive than usual, and Trish was just along for the ride. She squealed as moaned as he pounded her into the wall, and only his hands supporting her ass kept her lower back from being bruised as he ravaged her. Her breasts bounced, rubbing against his chest, as she almost wished they were bare so there would be skin-to-skin contact… but she couldn’t bring herself to try to pull her top down—not when he was fucking her out here in the hallway, where anyone might come across them.
Instead, Trish hung on for dear life, her pussy squeezing and shuddering around him, her orgasm growing with every thrust. She did her best to stifle her moans and cries of pleasure as her body wound tighter and tighter, afraid any noise out here might attract attention from those inside the room.
She leaned forward and bit into Jordan’s shoulder as she came, smothering her scream of ecstasy as her body pulsed around him. He buckled a bit under her weight as his own orgasm hit him, and she clung to him as he throbbed inside her.
Panting, Jordan leaned against her, pressing her into the wall as they came down from the ecstatic highs of their climaxes. Trish breathed in his scent, basking in her post-orgasmic glow. She might not care if someonedidcome out the door and see them, even with Jordan’s shrinking cock still inside her.
As she had the thought, Jordan pulled away, letting her slide down to stand on her feet as he shoved his dick back intohis pants. Her skirt settled back down, covering her pussy and thighs, as if nothing had just happened.
“Come on, babygirl.” He took her hand. But, instead of leading her back into the room, he headed down the hall, towardtheirroom.
“We’re not going back in?” Trish was torn. She didn’t want to watch what happened to Lisa and Ken, and didn’t want to face the part of herself that felt like they deserved what happened to them, but she was surprised Jordan was ready to leave. And maybe there was a tiny part of her that wanted to know what was happening.
“No.” Jordan glanced at her, and his brow furrowed as though he were searching for extra words to give her. “I’d rather just be with you.”
A warm glow filled Trish. It was silly, but she couldn’t help her reaction to his words any more than she’d been able to help her body’s reactions to his fondling and stroking when they’d been on the dais in the main room.
The truth was, she’d rather just be with him, too.
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