Page 78 of Bullet

“Show me.”

I sucked my finger into my mouth while gazing into his darkening gray eyes. Then with my hands on my knees, I dropped to a low squat and spread my thighs for him. Heat flooded my pussy. I touched the wetness, circled my clit, and then licked the essence of my arousal from my finger.

A guttural growl vibrated out of Bullet as he unsnapped his jeans, lifted his hips, and adjusted his dick. Arching my back, I crawled toward him, braced my hands on his thighs, then climbed into his lap.

He gripped my hips as I straddled him and gyrated against him, rubbing against the hard bulge of his erection with my soaked pussy. I was a kitten in heat, needing him to satiate the ache inside me.

“I need you on my dick.” His palms trailed higher, framing my ribcage, and his thumbs raked my nipples.

“It’s a sex club,” I said. “But I’m not sure if I’m ready forwhips and chains and shit?”

“Nah, just me spreading your thighs and eating your pussy before I wreck it.”

The way his gravelly, cigarette and whiskey voice seeped into me, the touch of his strong tatted and calloused hands, the rough burn of his whispers against my skin, and the way his eyes penetrated created a dark and intoxicating cocktail of need. The beats of the song matched the pounding tempo of my heart.

Naked, except for the boots, he had total access to my body. I closed my eyes and tilted my head as his mouth slid against my neck. The song slowed and came to an end.

My eyes opened and connected with Gabi and Torch across the room. They were silent but touching each other as they watched us.

A blush warmed my skin, and I tucked my face into Bullet’s neck and used his body to shield mine. I’d been absorbed in the dance, in Bullet, that I’d forgotten we weren’t alone in the room. Maybe that was how it was for Torch and Gabi.

“Fuck.” Bullet stripped off his shirt and held it for me.

I slid my arm into the short sleeves and the soft material draped my body. I lifted the collar to my nose and inhaled the scent of him.

Bullet’s arms banded around me. “I could watch you dance all night.”

I leaned over, tapped the screen on his phone, and queued up a couple more songs. The dark version ofChillsbyMickey ValenandJoey Myrondrifted from the small speaker. I slid off Bullet’s lap and led him toone of the chairs without arm rests. His shirt draped to mid-thigh, and the collar exposed my neckline.

“The room has Bluetooth,” Torch said. He tugged on his jeans, with the fly still open and crossed the room to the bar.

He adjusted the lighting, darkening the room even more. The colored lighting from the club beyond the windows created moving patterns and shadows on the wall.

Bullet opened his settings on his phone and connected to the room, then tossed the cell to the seat of the other chair. “Are you going to give me a lap dance?”

I teased him with a smile. “I am.”

Gabi came up beside me wearing Torch’s shirt. “Together?”

I licked my lips and nodded. Torch moved a chair about three feet from Bullet’s.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said. “I’ll need to follow your example.”

“Rule one,” I said to Bullet. “No touching. Your hands have to stay at your sides.”

“Nah, fuck that.” He lunged for me, but I stepped out of reach.

“Rule two. If you’re good, you’ll get rewarded.”

“I think we’ve both come to the conclusion, I’m not good.”

I moved around to the back of his chair and waited for Gabi to follow my lead. When she did, I ran my palms over Bullet’s bare chest, flicking the piercing in his nipple. “I disagree. You’re very good.” I nipped the lobe of his ear.

Gabi traced the crow on Torch’s shoulder, then licked the side of his neck. He reached into his jeans and pulled his cock upright.

“Rule three,” Gabi said. “No touching yourself.”

Torch flared his nostrils and took a deep breath. “Get the cuffs, baby. You’re going to have to lock me down.”

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