Just like there’s no way I’m going to stop Georgia now.
I chug the rest of my drink and gently toss the glass toward the couch. Bits of ice scatter onto the smooth surface. It’s a bar—they must be used to spilled drinks around here. With my free hand, I weave my fingers through the back of Georgia’s hair and guide myself into her warm mouth. She accepts me without hesitation and fully, until I feel my tip hitting the back of her throat. A groan slips from my mouth.
Sherrie wasn’t kidding—her friend loves to suck dick and she’s damn good at it, her deceptive doe eyes locked on mine as her head bobs up and down, her long fingernails digging into my hips. She has literally no gag reflex.
Ifeel myself swelling and tightening. I may actually blow my load in her mouth, right here in the back of this club. Something I can’t say I’ve done before. While Tasha was wild between the sheets, it was always behind the safety of a door, and with just the two of us in the room.
But Tasha isn’t in my life anymore, so what the hell do I care?
A light hand settles on my shoulder. I turn to find Becca standing next to me.
“I’m sorry, I can’t let you do that in here,” she purrs in my ear.
“Why not? Because you want to be the one doing it?” I’m turning into an obnoxious ass, thanks to the Jack. But seriously, people are practically fucking on the dance floor, and I’ll be done in a few minutes.
“Because it’s considered public indecency. It’s frowned upon.”
Something about the way she says that makes my dick swell more.
Her eyes drop from my face to where Georgia sucks. When her gaze lifts again, I see the heat in them. “You better finish up before the bouncers come.”
I smirk. “Define finish up?” Does she mean stop or …
Becca adjusts her grip on her empty drink tray, tucking it under her arm to block the view of passersby as she settles a hand over mine.
“Holy fuck,” I hiss, as she guides Georgia’s head, urging her on faster, deeper, her painted breast rubbing against my biceps. Even the pasty can’t hide her hardened nipples.
This lioness is something else.
Over her shoulder, I see that Sherrie has reversed on Connor’s lap and is grinding her ass into him now. Connor’s head has fallen back against the couch, his lips parted, a euphoric look on his face as he stares up at the ceiling.
I can’t believe this is happening. “Fuck me …” I’m in heaven.
“I was hoping to,” Becca murmurs.
I chug Georgia’s drink and toss the glass aside, my gaze locked on Becca’s stunning body. It’s probably wrong to be drooling over her while Georgia is blowing me, but I can’t help it, and neither Georgia nor Becca seem to mind.
“Ireallyneed to touch you.” I’m ready to explode.
A small smile curls Becca’s lips as she adjusts her stance. “Nowhere that I’m painted.”
That leaves me only one place.
I graze my finger along the front of her G-string, waiting for her to stop me.
She goads me on with a jut of her chin.
Carefully, I slip my index finger down the front of her smooth mound and through her slick center. She parts her legs, inviting me inside her.
I take the invitation, sliding two fingers into her wet heat.
The simple move is my undoing. My head falls back as all the muscles in my stomach, my groin, my legs constrict and my balls tighten. Pulling Georgia’s head flush against me with my other hand, I spill into her mouth with a strangled curse.
Becca abruptly steps away from me, my fingers gliding out from her.
And I find myself flanked by two truck-sized bouncers.
“It’s almostimpossible to get kicked out of Sin. Well done, buddy.” Connor chuckles as we stumble through our front door and into the dark living room, Georgia and Sherrie giggling as they cling to each other’s arms.