Page 207 of Dare To Live

He pushes the thong aside and strokes his thumb through my wetness.

“You want me inside you again, don’t you, Kitten? It’s all you can think about. My dick buried inside you.”

I shift my hips restlessly. “What are you doing to me, Eli?”

“Everything. How many orgasms do you think I can give you before you beg me to stop? Take what you want. I’m right here, waiting for you. Unzip me.”

My hands eagerly dig under my skirt to find his belt. I unbuckle it and lower his zip and slip my hand inside to wrap my fingers around the hard, velvety length of his shaft.

Eli gives an approving groan. “That’s it, baby.”

Carefully, I lift and impale myself on his cock. Eyes closed, I sink down to take him, inch by perfect inch, until he’s hilt deep. My pussy clenches around him, welcoming him back.

Why do I always feel so empty when he’s not fucking me?

I grind down on top of him. He’s hard as stone, filling me in a way only he can. I wind my arms around his neck. My lips tease along his jaw before I kiss him. As my tongue darts into his mouth, I gyrate my hips, fucking him where he sits.

Eli growls into my mouth, his hands moving to cradle my ass. The music pulses through the floor of the ballroom, and I move up and down to the beat. Slowly at first, until I find the right rhythm. He breaks the kiss, and bites my bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth, sucking on it, and then lets it go.

As I roll my hips, he mutters something. It takes me a second to realize he’s singing along to the lyrics of the song. He’s serenading me while we have sex in public. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever had happen to me.

I turn my head to hide the love I’m sure is evident on my face, and my eyes clash with Garrett’s. He’s watching us, unable to hide his envy.

Oh my god, he knows we’re fucking. Has anyone else figured out what we’re doing?

“He wants you.” Eli rasps in my ear. “He’s always wanted you.”

I look away from the redheaded man.

“No, Kitten. This is what you want to happen. Let him see what he can’t have.”

His fingers touch my jaw and turn my face back toward Garrett.

He doesn’t look away but keeps his eyes on me. Naked desire is written all over his face.

Eli is right. He does want me. The knowledge that he’s still watching us isn’t as unsettling as it should be. In fact, Eli is right. I do like it. I like that he’s standing watching while the man I love is fucking me. I like that he’s seeing my hips moving as I take Eli’s cock as deep as I can.

My body is alive, ablaze with my hunger for Eli. My pussy is soaked because another man is watching my lover run his hands all over me in the crowded room. Circling my hips, I ride him, the sensation of being observed only making me wetter.

“He wants to be the one you’re fucking.” Eli’s hand slides up over my breasts to grip my throat. “Tonight, he’ll be dreaming of you like this.”

I undulate faster, my breasts bouncing in the bodice of my dress. “Oh.”

“Garrett will never get to touch you, though. Not like this.”

His grip tightens and squeezes until I have to fight to breathe. Garrett blurs in my vision. I surrender to pleasure as an orgasm slams into me, my eyes rolling back in my head.

Chapter 120

Eli

She looks like a fucking goddess with her head thrown back, lips parted, and eyes closed as she writhes on top of me. Her pussy pulses around my dick and I’m half-tempted to come inside her again. Instead, I use my grip on her throat to pull her closer and claim her mouth in a quick hard kiss, swallowing her moans as she comes.

I nip her bottom lip and pull back, my gaze searching out Garrett. He’s a step closer, eyes fastened on Arabella’s breasts as they bounce, and I know all it would take is a nod from me for him to be right beside us.

That’s not going to happen. While I have no problem at all with him watching from a distance, I will not share the woman I love with him. There’s only one person I’d be willing to do that with, and he’s been gone for a long time.

“Can you feel his eyes on you, Kitten?” I run my thumb over her jaw. “They’re hot and hungry. He’s watching you fall apart and wishing it’s for him. That it’s his dick you’re soaking with your cum.” My other hand smooths up her thigh. “I think you can come again before the song ends, don’t you?” My fingers find her clit and I rub a slow circle over it, while I close my teeth over the front of her dress and pull it down to bare one nipple. “Shall we let him see a little more of what he can never have?”

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