Page 60 of Fragile Hearts

His hand moves from my thigh to my wrist, grabbing it, he pulls me up from the chair. Without words, I’m following him away from the crowd and down a hallway.

Neither of us speaks, and when he comes to a room far enough away, he punches in a code. The door opens to a storage room filled with shelves loaded down with cleaning supplies and towels, a stationary sink in the corner for filling buckets.

Shoving the door closed behind us, he backs me up against it, his body flush with mine. Our chests are heaving, heat radiating between us.

“You can’t fucking say shit like that to me and not expect me to react,” he hisses, dropping to his knees in front of me. “Hold your dress up,” he now commands, and I gather it in my hand, exposing myself to him.

There’s something so fucking hot about being in here with him, all those people out there, the possibility of being caught. I’m so turned on I’m nearly dripping.

His mouth is on me, his tongue instantly lapping at my clit, and my head falls back against the door with a thud.

“You’re gonna need to be quiet for me, baby, okay?” Owen says, his breath ghosting against my bare skin. “I don’t want anyone to hear you in here, to know I’m eating you out.”

“Yes,” I call out in agreement, my free hand tangling in his hair, pushing him back where I need him.

“So fucking greedy,” he growls. “Watch me, sweets. Watch me eat your pussy.”

My eyes fall to where he’s between my thighs, looking up at me. His tongue flicks against my clit, making my hips buck. I hook my leg over his shoulder to give him better access, opening myself to him.

But what he does next has me nearly coming on the spot. I watch as his mouth laps at me, his tongue moving so fast that my legs begin to shake. He undoes his pants, pulling out his dick, and then he flattens his palm against my center, dragging it over my soaked pussy, he coats his hand in my arousal. Pulling it away, he spits on it and begins to jack himself off.

“Fuck,” I mutter, trying to be quiet but nearly failing. My thighs tremble as he sucks my clit between his lips, rolling his tongue over it.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” Owen demands. Stopping, he blows along my seam, his breath warm, and I shudder at it.

His hand moves on his dick, pumping up and down, hard and fast, grunting with each pass. I move my hips, seeking friction.

“Fuck, Sloane,” Owen gasps, coming all over his hand, his eyes never leaving mine, but my body aches for him.

“Owen,” I moan, my pussy drenched and needing release. I force my hips against his face, needing his mouth again. My center throbs, wet and aching.

With his mouth back on me now, his tongue and teeth grazing my swollen clit, my body tightens deliciously. The pull in my stomach tells me I’m close, and as if Owen knows, he takes his cum-soaked hand and paints the inside of my thighs with his release, leaving me sticky and desperate.

And as he sucks my clit into his mouth one last time, he shoves two fingers inside me, sending me over the edge.

“Picked the right spot to do this,” Sloane says with a smirk as I grab a few towels from the shelf, and we clean ourselves up.

Chuckling, I throw mine into one of the laundry bins before doing up my pants. “Bit of luck,” I say, giving her a wink. “Wasn’t really thinking straight after you told me you had no panties on.”

Sloane smiles, closing the distance as she pushes up on her toes and kisses me. “Yeah, I kinda noticed that.”

I smile, kissing her again. “I’m fucking addicted to the taste of you, Sloane. I can’t get enough.”

She laughs, straightening her dress, her hands smoothing out the fabric. “I’m okay with that.”

“Good,” I growl, grabbing her ass. “Now let’s get back before someone comes looking for us.”

We head back to the restaurant, taking our chairs again, my sister smirking at us as we sit down. “Where’d you two rush off to, huh?”

“Nowhere,” I say, dropping my arm around Sloane’s shoulders as she giggles beside me.

“Right,” Cara scoffs, as beside her, Zach laughs. “You two were off?—”

The rest of her words are cut off by the arrival of our parents, who sit down across from us, both of them wearing huge smiles on their faces. “Everything good?” Mom asks.

“Everything’s good,” I repeat with a nod as Cara snorts out a laugh.

Mom’s smile widens as she looks from me and Sloane to Cara and Zach. “It’s so good to have you all here,” she says as servers come out and start dropping off the appetizers.

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