Page 12 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

Immediately, I move my hands to grab my thighs, holding myself open for Rooke. His words make me hotter, and I know he wouldn’t usually speak to me like this. The drugs are making us do things that are out of character.

Moaning as he pushes his fingers inside me, I arch into his mouth as he sucks on my clit. Since my head is tilted back, the world is upside down. I can’t see faces like this, and my eyes drift closed under the intensity of sensations. A slap on my breast makes my eyes pop open with a gasp.

“I can still see your face. Don’t close your eyes, baby girl,” Rooke commands. “How badly do you want to come?”

“Right… now!” I scream as he crooks his fingers inside of me and pinches my clit. I explode for him, holding my thighs tightly, as if it’ll help hold myself together. Instead, tears leak slightly and I gasp as I come. Everything is so much more intense like this.

I barely get to catch my breath before he pulls me up into a sitting position as he sucks on his fingers. “Open,” Rooke grunts, swiping his fingers along my arousal to gather it up. As I open my mouth, he pushes his fingers into it. “Suck me clean before you suck my cock, baby.”

Doing as I’m told leads to orgasms today, so I leave my inner brat behind as I suck and lick his fingers. I moan as I taste myself and Rooke grins proudly. We are ignoring the outside world, but I know that’ll only last so long.

Grabbing my hair, he pulls me to my feet. Walking me to the glass, Rooke pushes me onto my knees as he fists his cock from base to tip. Precum is already threatening to spill from his slit, and I stick my tongue out as if to catch it.

“So fucking greedy. Come here, baby girl,” Rooke murmurs. I don’t know if they can hear us, but I pretend that they can’t. This is keeping me in the moment, and not thinking about all of the people watching us fuck. Leaning up, I suck on the head of his dick, rolling my tongue back and forth to catch all of his salty sweetness.

A thrust of his hips has him hurtling down my throat, and I gag. Rooke has a thick dick, and I feel so very full as I force myself to drop my head back to take all of him. Rooke rocks back and forth, moaning as he fucks my face. I can start to hear the yelling on the other side of the glass, something I couldn’t before.

Stay with Rooke.

As if knowing my thoughts, he squeezes my throat with his hand, making me stay in the here and now as he steals my breath. It helps more than he realizes as I shudder. My skin is tingling, my toes are curling, and I shove my fingers inside of my tight pussy, fucking myself. I need to come.

Rooke pulls out of my mouth so quickly I’m left whimpering, drool still connecting us for a moment.

“Hands on the glass, baby,” Rooke grunts, his jaw jutting in that direction. “I got you, but you have to do it.”

I must have hesitated for longer than I thought, because I force myself to move. Legs open, I place my hands on the glass. I can vaguely see Rooke moving in the glare of the light off the glass, but I’m still surprised when leather cuffs close over my ankles. A snap thrusts my feet so far apart that I gasp, bracing myself on the glass.

Rooke’s large hands lift me so that my tits are pressed against the glass, as is the side of my face. Smacking my ass, he grins evilly, and I know he’s going to fuck me hard and fast. I want, no I need him. My skin is covered in a light sweat, and I know part of it is the drugs in my system. I feel as if I’m going to combust, and my heart is pounding with anticipation.

Feeling his dick line up with my core, I gasp, and he pushes himself inside of me. His hand fists my hair again, winding around it. Pulling it back, he fucks me as he holds my head so I can look out at the crowd.

I know this is on purpose, but I can’t bring myself to care. His cock is stretching me in the best ways, and my mouth opens in a moan. “You’re so damn tight,” he growls. I’m slightly off balance as he fucks into me and I have to trust that the glass cage will hold our combined weight. I’m sure the crowd is getting quite the show right now of me in my corset and no panties splayed open wide.

Rooke’s other hand finds my clit, and I squeal as his thrusts force my body up the glass as he fucks me. There’s a disturbance out in the crowd and there are fists flying. As Rooke fucks me, giving me what my body is craving, I’m still left wondering why the fuck people are fighting at something like this.

However, people are hot heads and that’s never going to change.

My legs are trembling as I get closer and closer to my release. “Rooke, I’m so close,” I whimper. He rubs my clit faster as he fucks me hard against the glass, and I gasp in relief. Just a little more…

A man looks up at the stage, and my body stiffens. Rooke misunderstands me, whispering encouragement for me to come on his cock. I know the man with salt and pepper hair and gray eyes. He was a regular of mine from the club.

Why is he here?

Rooke is working hard to get me to come, and my body gives up, giving him his reward as I scream, coming apart just for him.

KIAN

I’m tired of hitting brick walls. The warehouses were empty when I went to look at them, but the deeds were years old so it makes sense. However, they could have easily been used to hold guns or drugs. I know Pay’s grandfather has his fingers dipped into many different pies, and I think he thinks that it means he’s less likely to get caught.

I hate that he’s right.

My phone rings as I stand in my apartment, staring outside trying to untangle the web we seem to be in. Like clockwork, Richard is calling me again.

“Good afternoon, Richard,” I greet him. “To what do I owe this honor?”

I’m being a dick, but I’m frustrated. I’m not against pushing him into blowing up at me. Maybe he’ll actually give me some answers. I miss my baby girl, and I’m not the same man without her.

“You really are a miserable bastard without my granddaughter,” he grumbles. “I think I have some information, but I need to see you. Tit for tat is how this works, boy.”

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