Page 69 of Play It Off

My eyes have adjusted to the dark, and I can definitely see her. I press my body to hers, let her feel what she’s doing to me. I’ve alreadygot an erection, and I’ve barely touched her. “Where the hell did you get that dress, anyway?”

My voice is a growl, and it makes her giggle. I squeeze her hips, dipping my head so I can inhale the delicious scent of her shampoo. God, her hair is soft.

“At a store.” She tilts her head back at the same time I pull away slightly, her gaze meeting mine. “Do you like it?”

“I like this.” I draw my index finger across the top of her breasts, pleased when I see the goose bumps rise on her flesh. “Fucking sexy.”

“Thank you.” She sounds pleased, a gasp of surprise leaving her when I dip my finger in between her cleavage.

“Such soft skin.” I tug a little on the front of her dress to find it’ll give easily, and I take my time while I continue touching her, amping up the anticipation between the two of us. “Aren’t you cold?”

A shiver steals through her. “A little.”

I lean my head against hers, my mouth at her ear. “Want me to warm you up?”

She nods, exhaling sharply when I jerk the front of her dress down, her breasts popping out. “That’s not the way to warm me up, Gavin.”

Sienna sounds amused. She has no idea what I have planned.

“Be patient, baby. This might work.” I duck, drawing a hard little nipple into my mouth and sucking it deep. Her hands automatically clasp the back of my head, holding me to her, and I reach for the hem of her dress, shoving it up her thighs to find she’s not wearing panties underneath.

Aw fuck. How can I resist that?

“Gavin.” She whispers my name so softly I almost don’t hear her. I pull away from her breasts, and she spreads her legs when I brush my fingers along her slit and press them deeper, encountering nothing but hot, wet flesh. I stroke her there, pushing my thumb against her clit, keeping my gaze on her beautiful face. Entranced with her every gasp and shift, her eyes widening, her lips parting. The shuddery breaths that leave her.

Voices draw closer, and we both go still, my head turning toward the front yard. There’s a couple standing on the other side of the fence, talking in low tones, and damn, they are mere feet away from us.

“Baby,” I murmur, and she opens her eyes, her gaze hazy with lust. “I need you to be quiet.”

She nods, seemingly in a trance, and I remove my hand from her pussy, then press my wet fingers against her lips. She licks at them, making my dick surge, and I’m suddenly moving at a frantic pace. Grabbing my wallet, plucking the single wrapped condom I stashed in there, and tearing the wrapper open. I undo the button fly of my jeans, grateful I didn’t wear boxers because I had a feeling something like this would happen between us.

Glad my instincts were correct.

Her gaze drops to my crotch as I pull my cock out, her lips still parted, and she licks them, making me groan. The couple in front of the fence go quiet for a moment, and we stare at each other, panic fluttering in my chest.

But then they start talking again, and I grab hold of Sienna’s hips and flip her around, pressing my front against her back, my mouth at her ear once more. She molds her body into mine, her head tilting back, her hair brushing my face.

“Brace your hands on the wall, baby. And spread your legs.”

She does as I ask, looking like she’s about to get frisked by the cops, though her tits are hanging out the top of her dress and the skirt is bunched around her waist, the sight of her bare ass making me eager to get my dick inside her. She’s shivering—from the cold or from what we’re about to do; I’m not sure—and I roll the condom on, rest my hand on her hip, and slip inside her, never stopping until I’m completely wrapped up in her tight heat.

I fuck her steadily, trying my best to keep myself under control, but damn, it’s difficult. She feels so good. Too good. I bump against her perfect ass every time I thrust, and she’s slightly bent, her hands clawing at the wall, her pussy dripping all over my cock. This girl gets so wet forme, and I can’t get over it. I want to clean her up with my tongue. Feel her cream all over my face, but that’s not happening out here. We’ve got to make this quick.

More voices join the others, these ones all male and extremely loud, which is just the cover we need. I grip Sienna’s hips tighter, pounding, grunting with every thrust, and she tilts her head back with a moan. I grab hold of her hair with my fist and pull, making her whimper, and I lean in, running my tongue down the length of her neck, nibbling her there.

She comes mere seconds later, her pussy clenching in a rhythmic motion around my dick, sucking my own orgasm right out of me. I hold my body against hers as it sweeps over me, gritting my teeth and swallowing down the loud groan that wants to escape. I lose all sense of time and place, focused only on the sensations racing through me, and when I finally come to, I find that I’m draped over the top of her, my hands clasping her breasts, my mouth on her neck, breathing heavily.

Kissing the spot where her shoulder and neck connect, I carefully pull out of her pussy, wondering what the hell I’m going to do with the damn condom.

Sienna tugs her dress into place while I remove the condom and stash it in a stack of plastic planters that someone must’ve left back here. Fuck it.

I turn to face her, impressed by how put together she looks. The dress is back in place, and her hair is smooth, hanging down her back in soft waves. It definitely doesn’t look like I was just tugging on it only moments before. The only giveaway that she’s had sex is the rosy flush on her chest and neck. The way her eyes sparkle when they meet mine. That’s the giveaway she’s been fucked by someone.

Fucked by me. Pride fills my chest, and I start to reach for her when she speaks.

“I should probably go,” she starts, but I cut her off.

“Where?”

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