Page 73 of Rinkmates

I need her.

I kiss her neck in answer and another tiny gasp escapes from her lips as my free hand traces its way down to her thigh. She feels so good. Everything I’d ever imagined and more at the same time.

“Still want me to stop?” I say.

“No,” she breathes and keeps on grinding.

Fuck. She’s so hot. I can feel the heat over my jeans radiating from her bare skin, knowing there is only a tiny barrier between us as she rubs her pussy over my throbbing cock.

“I want you,” I whisper hoarsely. “I want you so bad.”

She tilts her head, looks at me with those piercing blue eyes that always make my heart race, and licks her lip before leaning in for a kiss. This time, we both dive into the kiss, our need for each other so intense that it feels like we’re trying to merge into one. Our tongues tangle together as we explore each other’s mouths again and again. My other hand moves down to cup her ass cheek, squeezing it gently. Shit. I’ve wanted this for ages, and it feels so much better than I imagined. So fucking good.

She increases the pressure of her body against mine, desperately seeking more friction.

I fear being caught so I pull away from the kiss.

We are both out of breath and our eyes are fixed on the screen in front of us again. No one has noticed us yet, and I’m grateful that we chose to sit in the back, hidden from view by the seats in front of us. Glad that she keeps rubbing my dick with her ass.

My lips graze over the sensitive skin beneath her collarbone, and she shivers underneath me—a powerful tremor going through both of us like lightning striking twice during a stormy night.

That’s when I can’t take it anymore and my hand fumbles under her skirt.

She leans back, her head resting on my chest to give me full view of what my fingers are doing. I move to her clit and bite back a groan as she arches her back, pressing hard against my erection. Fuck this is too good to be true.

I need more of her though. This isn’t nearly enough.

My fingers move deeper under the fabric, tracing the outline of her body and her hips rise to meet my touch. After sneaking another peek around the room to make sure we’re still unwatched, I plunge my finger deep inside her velvety pussy. A faint whimper escapes her lips, only meant for me, and my free hand circles around her neck as I put a second finger in. I watch the muscles in her thighs tensing with pleasure. Fuck yeah.

“Riley,” she whispers, grinding against my fingers.

I tighten my grip on her neck, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse beneath my palm.

Leaning down, I whisper, “You feel so good, babygirl. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

She shivers again, but much to my surprise, she still tries to push my hand away. Oh no. I won’t let her. I stay firm.

“Riley,” she whispers more urgently now. “We can’t do this here, not now.”

“I know,” I say, putting my thumb on her clit and pressing on it while I keep on plunging my fingers in and out and in and out. There’s another little sigh of pleasure and I think I’m living only for this. “But I can’t stop. Tell me stop.”

“I can’t,” she whispers.

And just as she's about to come and I'm close to losing my mind because of it, the video cuts off.My hand hastily moves out from under her skirt.

Within a second, she sits up straight and the light goes on.

“Wow, that was great,” Shane yells and others chime in.

“It was,” I whisper. “Just too short.”

Jayce turns around, and our gaze meets.

I’m not sure if he’s aware of what just happened, but when Liora stands up, I quickly grab her by the hips and guide her back. “Don’t you dare stand up just now. My boner’s the size of a skyscraper.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Need me to show you how big it is?” My dick twitches again. Fuck. “This banter isn’t helping. Tell me something sad.”

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