Page 21 of Recon Rendezvous

Watching her from the corner of my eye, her beautiful features are hard to make out up here as the darkness surrounds us, the smoke rising, creeping closer, until it feels like we’re all alone amongst our own storm clouds.

“Seriously, your silence is unnerving. Why are you up here?”

“Why do you think? I’m the big bad wolf and I need…” My voice trails off as I move behind her. No matter what I came up here for, right now, I just need my body pressed against hers, to feel the heat of her skin against me.

“What are you doing?” she whispers as my nose goes into her hair, the scent of warm vanilla and soft florals filling my lungs on a long inhale. God, I’ve needed this, and I feel like I can finally breathe deeply again.

“I’m doing exactly what you want. Your lips may lie, but your body doesn’t,” I murmur as my hands explore all her softness.

“You’re delusional,” she rasps, but I ignore her and trail my hands over the swell of her hips and creep under the hem of her skirt.

“You give my dick such attitude that's why he’s always stuck up.” I laugh softly in her ear. “Get it?”

“Oh my god,” she groans, as her head lulls against my shoulder.

“Where’s all that fire now? Those angry eyes said so much downstairs,” I ask, teasing along the smooth skin of her quivering thighs. “This mouth of yours? My dick fucking loves it, keeps me up and ready to go. You feel what you do to me?” I grind against her ass.

She snorts, shaking her head, and pushing back on said dick.

“God, I’ve wanted you like this all night,” I groan in her ear.

She doesn’t say anything, just presses her ass back against my dick, and I suck in a breath.Fuck.

The song changes and a sultry, bass heavy beat blasts through the club.

“Everyone down there can see us and you’re up here begging for my cock,” I growl, rolling my hips to the sensual beat of the music.

She fucking trembles in my arms.

“Ooh, my kinky girl, you like to be watched. You want them to see you come on my fingers. To hear your slutty moans and whimpers.”

Her breath hitches as my hand glides closer to her needy pussy.

“Yes, such a slutty girl. Open up for me,” I murmur in her ear, and she obliges, her legs spreading, giving me access to what I crave. My fingers skim the lace of her panties before circling slowly, finding her wet, her little clit already swollen.

“That’s it, babycakes. Just like that,” I whisper, slipping my fingers underneath the material and dragging them through her pussy, loving the smooth, slick feel of her.

She groans, pleading, fighting against what she wants. “Stop calling me that.”

Nuzzling her ear, I drop soft kisses along the sweet skin of her neck. “Why?” I breathe against her skin as I thrust two longfingers inside her. “You don't wanna be my baby? You don't want me to eat your fucking cakes?”

“Fuck,” she cries. She grinds against my dick again before she starts to ride my hand. Slipping a third finger inside her, I stroke long and deep, our panting breaths in rhythm with our bodies as we move together. My other hand leaves her hip, where I had it in a bruising death grip, and slowly moves up her body. Over her quivering stomach, I continue to her heaving tits, circling her nipples through her thin shirt with my thumb.

“Yes, look at you… working yourself on my fingers. Fucking wishing it was my cock.” She shudders again when I stroke her clit, brushing my thumb over it again and again, and my cock throbs, wanting to join this exclusive party.

“Never,” she pants as she continues to fuck herself.

Her answering whimper as I halt my movements, makes me grit my teeth. I’ve got her fucking attention now. “Maybe I’ll give it to you, if you show me how much you want it.”

“No,” she groans.

“Baby, I don’t want to leave you like this. Needy and wet. This little clit, hard and swollen. I can take care of you. You know I can. You don’t even have to beg, just tell me how much you want it. How much you need it,” I growl into her neck.

She grips my wrist and just as I think she’s going to pull me away, her hand slides down, covering mine as she tries to work my fingers in and out.

“That’s it, babycakes. Now just tell me you want it,” I whisper, before peppering her heated skin with light kisses.

She hesitates for just a second, so I give her clit an infinitesimal flick, and she curses. “Fuck. Fine, I want it. Make me come and we’ll never discuss this again.”

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