“More than anything.” I tip my face to him, feeling the flushness on my cheeks and the blush crawling down my chest.
Adam pulls back, his jaw grinding at the sight of me needy in front of him, and I wait for him to grab my hand and pull me from the room so I can get what I’ve needed all afternoon. Instead, he reaches down and undoes his pants.
“Here?” My eyes widen.
Adam smirks. “You said more than anything. It would be rude of me to hold you off even longer.”
“But—”
“Who is in control right now?” He cuts me off with his question.
I swallow hard, knowing the answer he’s looking for is officially going to push my limits.
“You.”
“Yes, me.” He unzips his pants and pushes them just enough in front to release himself.
His hand wraps his hard cock and my heartbeat hammers. It doesn’t matter if I’ve taken him before. He’s large enough that the sight makes me instantly nervous.
“Fuck me.” He runs his palm over his length. “Be a good girl and make me come. And I promise to do the same.”
With his cock in his hand, he looks back up to the stage, and my eyes follow. The woman is between both men now, one fucking her mouth, while the other is buried deep between her legs. My core tightens.
I could sayno. Better yet, I could saymidnight.
I could pull the plug on this entire thing.
Instead, I find myself widening the slit of my dress and lifting my hips to peel my underwear down my legs. Once I do, Adam takes them and adds them to his pocket of trophies.
Breaking my gaze from the show, I return my focus once more to Adam, who is sexier than I’ve ever seen him. His square jaw’s tight as he rubs his firm cock and jacks off to me getting flushed from the scene around us.
Lifting up, I spin and climb onto his lap, straddling him, and he releases himself to make room for me.
The slit of my dress is stretched to its limits. And even if we’re both exposed to each other, the fabric shields us from view if anyone were to walk by.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, slipping it on, before rubbing the head of his cock over me. And I have to get up on my knees to hover over his full length.
“Hands on the table, baby girl.”
I reach behind me and grip it, knowing it’s just another way for him to keep his distance. He might have let me touch him in the forest, but that was different.
Adam grabs my hips, and before I can so much as blink, he shoves me down onto him. Impaling me with every inch. He hits me deep, and after spending the entire day turned on, that’s all it takes for me to almost come.
Gripping me tighter, he circles my hips in his lap, and he might as well be hitting every spot inside me.
“So fucking beautiful.” He sweeps one hand up my stomach, between my breasts, all the way to my neck, wrapping it around the front. “Doing exactly what I tell you to do like a good girl. Taking my cock in this room full of people and showing them who you belong to.”
His grip on my throat tightens, and he pushes me backward, bending me until I’m lying on the table, my back arching. From this angle, he’s holding me tight in his lap, and I have an upside-down view of the stage. The woman’s screaming is muffled by the cock down her throat, and I have to bite back my own sounds trying to escape.
“You like that?” Adam finds my clit with his fingers, while the other hand maintains his grip on my hip, forcing me in slow circles.
I hold the table tighter, my back arched, my pussy riding every sensation he offers.
“You like hearing her scream for their cocks while you take mine?” He picks up his pace on my clit, and I’m close to blacking out from sensation overload.
He mutters something else that sounds almost like my real name, but my brain is foggy from the sights and sounds. From Adam rotating my hips on his cock. And I burst from every seam. I convulse and squeeze his dick so hard with my pussy, he grunts.
I’m still mid-orgasm as Adam stands, still inside me. He thrusts in harder, fucking me against the table so I’m no longer arching. I wrap my legs around his hips to hold on—or let go.