Paul made a stuttering sound. “Wh-what kind of game is this?”
Dante slid a hand up beneath Iris’s skirt, palm pleasantly rough against her skin. “I don’t play those kinds of games.”
Iris lowered her wandering hands to his lap, teasing through the fabric for just a few seconds before undoing his slacks and helping his cock free. She licked her lips, again consumed with the desire to sink to her knees and swallow that length.
Dante moved the hand at her back into her hair and pulled enough to catch her attention. “Look at me like that, Snapdragon, and this gets out of hand.” Even as he said the words, his other hand dipped between her thighs and his fingers stroked over her panties.
Iris gasped and matched her strokes with his. At this rate, she’d surely come without him even entering her.
“Ha!” Paul scoffed loudly, the pain still lacing his voice somehow sharpening the sound. “What’re you tryin’ to prove? That she’s a fucking whore? I already knew that!”
Dante met her gaze and his lips tipped up in a smirk that made her chest warm. “Sounds like someone’s ready for the main event.”
She rolled her thumb across the head of his fully erect penis. “He’s not the only one.”
He groaned and lifted her abruptly. “You know what you need to do, honey.” His hands swept back under her skirt, fingers trailing over her skin, and he helped her position herself so she was bent forward and straddling him backwards. She was precariously balanced on his stretched-out legs, but when he pulled her panties aside and she felt him rubbing against her folds she forgot all of the awkwardness.
“Dante,” she breathed, gripping his knees and refusing to technically look at the man across from her. Her face was visible, and would be more so when she lost herself to the moment. That was enough.
Dante shoved her skirt high enough to grab hold of her hips and pulled her down as he drove his full length inside her.
Iris threw her head back as the first tease of release rippled through her. Her body began moving with his immediately and it was all she could do to hold herself upright.
Dante moved his head so his lips were closer to her ear. “Lean into me.”
“Y-yes, sir.” She shifted her weight, grinding her hips against him, and her eyes rolled back in her head a little.
Then Dante ran his hands down her legs, hooked them beneath her knees, and adjusted their position until she was spread open and bouncing on his dick. Their coupling was technically covered by the sweep of her skirt, but only just. Iris imagined it was somehow raunchier than it had been. It reminded her of fucking in his office chair, except she couldn’t stretch out her arms and touch her lover.
So she reached up, over her shoulders, and found him that way. Her fingers found the back of his shoulder and his hair and she latched on as her back arched.
“Holy shit…”
“Good girl,” Dante murmured as he thrust up into her over and over. “Are you enjoying yourself, taking my dick like this?”
Iris hummed, needing a moment to catch enough breath for words. “Yes. So good. Sir.”
Dante angled his head and nibbled along the back of her jaw and down the side of her throat. “I’m going to fill you up again, honey. Make you carry it all the way home.”
The need inside her somehow coiled tighter, hotter. Iris gasped. “Please!”
Dante dragged his length out again and adjusted the angle to slide it teasingly along her folds and against her clit. “Look at him when you come,” he said in her ear. “Show him what he wasted as you scream for me.”
Iris’s gaze flicked outward obediently, her mind too hazy with pleasure to feel anything else, even at the reminder of Paul just feet away. Watching. Staring. Blood dripping from his lips and wounded foot and, somehow, a slight bulge forming in his pants. He was staring straight at her, at her body. But she didn’t care.
Then Dante slammed his cock deep inside her pussy one more time and even that fleeting distraction was chased away. The orgasm crashed over her just as he wanted it to. Just as she wanted it to. It burst from her depths and consumed her, tearing a scream of ecstasy from her throat that she couldn’t contain as she writhed in his arms. And just as he’d promised, he punctuated her euphoria by joining her with a release of his own.
For a moment, as she lay limp in Dante’s arms, Iris forgot everything but the latest round of pleasure he’d shared with her.
“Y-you— You goddamn motherfucking whore!”
Iris drew a breath, then released it, and found she just couldn’t work up the energy to become tense and uncomfortable like she might have before.
Dante exhaled quietly, eased himself from her, and slipped her panties back into position as he straightened her over his lap again. He brushed some hair from her face, kissed her lips gently, then stood and set her on the seat in his place—on top of the coat he’d been sitting on. He quickly refastened his pants, scooped up his belt, and turned to face the man still spitting out somewhat slurred curses.
Iris realized only then that she’d completely tuned him out.
Paul was struggling against his restraints again, the chain rattling and clanging off the post behind him. His broken mouth was moving and his eyes were dark with renewed rage. Yet she no longer cared.