Page 6 of Shut Up and Bite Me

She leans up on her tiptoes, and her words are a ghost on my lips. “Do you want to fuck me tonight?”

That’s forward as hell, knocking me off my axis for a moment before I recenter myself, knowing exactly what my answer is going to be. I’ve had a handful of one-night stands, but that was a few years ago when I first started college. Since then, I’ve kept to myself, not wanting to waste someone’s time and give them a glimmer of hope for something more. But if that’s what she’s offering for tonight, then I’ll happily take it.

She makes me feel fearless, like she unlocked a side of me I have always kept hidden. A side that doesn’t question what he wants; he just takes it because he can.

“All I’ve been able to think about is how perfect you are going to look while you stretch out for me. All flushed and out of breath. Fuck. I bet the image in my mind pales in comparison to what’s under this.” I tug at the tight red top with flowy long sleeves.

She gulps hard, her eyes widening with excitement and surprise, like she didn’t expect me to go along. “I want yourightnow.”

Huffing as a smirk tips one side of my lips up, I brush the pad of my thumb across her plump bottom and lip meet her challenging stare. “Here in front of everyone?”

A speckle of pink dances across her cheeks as she grins and slowly shakes her head. Without a word, she takes my hand in hers and starts walking backward, pulling me along with her, a dangerous gleam in her eyes, reminding me of a warning sign. But it’s too late—I’m past the point of no return.

She faces forward, and I let her drag me wherever the hell she’s going. I think I’d follow her off a cliff right now if she led me over the edge.

We maneuver through the crowd and approach the very back, where black curtains hang down from the ceiling to the hard floor. She turns her head enough to flash me a stark white smile before slipping behind them, guiding me along with her, the crushed velvet fabric brushing against me as I pass through them. They sway closed behind us, and the air seems to electrify in our separate little world.

Dragging my fingers up her stomach, I push her gently at the waist, guiding her back until her back hits the wall, trapped between my arms, with my forehead hovering above hers and our breath a mix of unspoken desires.

I need to feel her. Every single inch she’s willing to give me, I will greedily take.

“You want me to fuck you right here behind this curtain with a room full of people on the other side?” I whisper into her parted lips, and she nods with the most devious grin as music thumps, vibrating in the floor beneath our feet. “How did I get so lucky tonight?”

She wraps her right hand around my biceps, her fingers trailing down my arm until her hand overlaps with mine.With her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, she slides my palm down over her breasts, past her stomach, and between the part of her legs, lifting my hand just enough to slip beneath her black skirt.

Her breath quickens, and she pulls her hand away, leaving me in charge. My firm fingers drag up her inner thigh until I reach the lace of her panties hidden under pantyhose.

Her eyes flutter shut, but with my other hand, I catch her jaw and tilt her head back, forcing her gaze to lock onto mine. I hold them with my stare, wanting to look into those swirling hazel eyes while I touch her sweet pussy for the first time.

“Do you care about these?” I ask, tugging on the pantyhose pressed tightly against her center.

She shakes her head, biting harshly on her bottom lip.

“Good,” I answer, dropping my other hand between us and tearing the pantyhose apart at the seam that runs between her legs.

Sliding my finger along the edge of the lace, I lift them from her delicate core, pulling them to the side and securing them in place with my other hand as a shiver dances through her body.

Running my fingers through her center, I can’t help the filthy smile that tugs at my lips. “Already this soaking wet for me, huh?Fuck, I really am a lucky man tonight.”

She inches forward, sliding her arms around my neck. “This night is just getting started,” she whimpers against my parted lips.

As I circle my thumb over her clit, her mouth forms the most perfect O. Gently, I ease my finger into her, watching her mouth fall further open and her eyebrows lift as I slide in a second one. Her eyes darken, and from the little light shining behind these curtains, I can see just how badly she wants this, wantsme.

Resting my thumb against her clit, I draw my fingers back before gently hooking them inside her and thrusting them back in her pretty little pussy, rubbing circles with my thumb until she becomes a sexy mess in my arms.

“Oh,shit,” she groans into my mouth as her fists tighten, my tan sweatshirt clenched between her knuckles.

My cock throbs, twitching hard against my boxers as I finger fuck her incessantly while showing her clit the attention it deserves.

“Oh my god, Greyson, you’re actually going to make me—” she gasps as her back arches, her core tightening around my fingers as her first orgasm of the night rocks through her in pulsing waves.

Her face lifts, those perfect lips parting in a delicious O, begging to be kissed as her eyes struggle to stay open.

Memorizing every detail of her as she comes apart on my fingers, I can’t help but praise her. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so pretty when you come.”

As her breathing slows, she throws her arms around my neck and crashes her lips into mine, a new level of passion igniting between us, and I’m never going to get enough of it.

Her body melts against mine, reminding me just how good we fit together as my hands find her waist and my fingertips dig into her skin.

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