Page 12 of Web of Lies
Kyle's leg slips between mine, and I eagerly climb on, my cunt pressing against his muscular thigh. Without hesitating, I thrust my hips forward and embrace the friction that sends waves of pleasure through my core. The rough texture of his jeans adds another layer of stimulation through the thin fabric of my panties.
My breath catches in my throat, and a soft moan slips from my lips. It's barely audible over the music, but it's enough for Kyle to notice. His eyes darken and flicker down to my mouth. He grips my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin through the fabric of my skirt as I keep rolling my hips against his solid muscles.
He dips his head, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You're driving me fucking insane," he growls, his voice vibrating against my skin.
The surrounding crowd blurs into nothing more than sound and heat. My fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck as I arch into him. One of his hands leaves my waist, slips down, and grips one of my ass cheeks, controlling my movements, forcing me to grind harder against him.
"You gonna come like this?" he murmurs against my skin, his voice dripping with mischief. "Right here on the dance floor? Riding my thigh like a needy slut in front of everyone?"
"Yes," I breathe out, my fingers curling into his hair as my rhythm grows frantic.
"Good girl," he purrs, his low voice rumbling against my neck and throwing me over the edge.
My muscles spasm, my thighs go rigid around his, as I come right on him. My lips part in a gasp, but before a sound can escape, Kyle's mouth meets mine. Our tongues curl around each other, and he swallows every pitiful sound rumbling in my throat. My heart pounds in my chest, and my body quivers asI cling to him. Without breaking our kiss, he shifts us, and we sway in tune with the music as if we're still dancing.
A sudden burst of cheers and shouting from the crowd around us startles me and pulls me away from the kiss. Panic surges through my veins as clarity washes over me. Did anyone see us? Were we just caught grinding like animals in the middle of the dance floor?
I glance around, my pulse racing, but I quickly realize the commotion isn't about us. The crowd's attention is elsewhere. My head snaps toward a woman standing on top of the DJ booth, holding a smoke gun high above her head. She's dressed in a short, black bodysuit held together at the front with buckles, barely covering her chest. Her hair is styled in two sleek pigtails, and a simple black mask covers the lower half of her face. Next to her stands a man dressed in all black, wearing a red, glowing stitch mask. He has one hand on her back, clutching the thin strips of fabric with his fingers to make sure she doesn't fall. Like many others in the crowd, I am drawn in by her magnetic presence. With her electric energy, she easily captures everyone's attention and earns thunderous cheers.
Suddenly, strong fingers grip my chin and tilt my head back. "Eyes on me, Freckles," Kyle says, his voice rough and edged with anger. I turn my focus back to him, tightening my arms around his neck just as his hands slide down to my ass. He slips his hands beneath my skirt and guides my body rhythmically against his, demanding all of my attention.
I dig my nails into his neck and feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. My eyes lock with his as he stares down at me. His pupils are dilated, making his brown eyes look even darker. Something about it feels dangerous yet intoxicating. "Let's get out of here," I say.
"That's what I wanted to hear."
Chapter 6
Riley
The cool air from the car's AC caresses my overheated skin, offering a soothing relief. Every so often, I steal a glance at Kyle. He's focused on the road, jaw clenched. His left hand grips the steering wheel while his right rests on my thigh. His fingers slide beneath the hem of my skirt, brushing against the soft skin of my inner thigh and setting off subtle electric sparks.
The drive from the club to my apartment only takes about fifteen minutes. But right now, every second feels longer than the last, and the ache between my legs keeps growing, becoming harder and harder to ignore. I steal another look at Kyle, biting down on my lower lip. The muscles in his neck bulge as he swallows, and my gaze falls on his Adam's apple bobbing.
A bold idea crosses my mind, making my heart skip a beat. I slowly shift in my seat and spread my legs a few inches, giving us both more space. Then, I bring my hand to rest on top of his, brushing my fingertips against his skin. Before he can even react, I nudge his hand aside and find my clit through the thin fabric of my thong. The light pressure sends a wave of relief through my muscles, and I can't help but let out a quiet sigh.
The sound makes Kyle pause for a second, his eyes flicking toward me before returning to the road. "What are you doing?" he asks in a low, raspy voice. His fingers dig into the steering wheel, making the muscles in his forearm flex.
I twist in my seat and spread my legs wider, all the while rolling my clit. "Just passing the time," I say, keeping my touch light enough to chase away the heat without pushing myself toward an orgasm.
Kyle takes a deep breath through his nose, jaw clenched as he fights the urge to look at me again. "You're playing a dangerous game."
I lean back in my seat and close my eyes, moving my fingers in a slow, gentle rhythm. Every now and then, I press down just a little harder. My hips buck as I edge toward relief before slowing down again. A quiet hum escapes my chest, soft and needy. The thin fabric of my thong is already soaked with my arousal. Kyle's hand, lingering beneath my skirt, slowly inches higher, brushing against mine.
As the car rolls to a stop, my eyes flutter open, and I spot the red traffic light ahead. Kyle takes advantage of the moment, taking his eyes off the road to turn and face me. "Fuck, Freckles," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers twitch on top of mine, and I catch the hunger in his eyes. I flash him a slight smirk, and without a word, I push my top up and flash him my tits. The cold breeze from the AC fans over my skin, and my nipples harden against my piercings. His lips stretch into a crooked grin, but then his gaze flicks to the surrounding street.
"What a shame," he says. "With my tinted windows, only I get to see those perfect tits." I press down on my clit again, drawing a soft moan from myself.
My gaze shifts to the crowd of people gathered at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. The idea that we could get caught is both terrifying and exciting, knowing that there aredozens of strangers just outside with no idea what's happening in here. I squeeze my legs shut around my hand. My breath hitches as I rub my clit harder, flicking it in a sluggish, frantic rhythm as I chase my high.
Then, Kyle takes his eyes off me and turns his attention back to the road. The car in front of us moves, so he steps on the gas and pulls forward.
I lean my head back and close my eyes as I slip my fingers beneath my thong. "Fuck," I moan. The pressure is building fast, and heat is twisting deep in my core. My orgasm creeps closer with every flick of my fingers, pushing me further toward the edge.
"Easy there," he chuckles. Steering the car with one hand, he pulls off the road and into the dark parking lot of my apartment complex.
As soon as he shuts off the engine, Kyle releases the steering wheel, leans across the center console, and pulls me toward him. His other hand slips between my legs and grabs my wrist, stopping me just as I'm about to come. He crashes his lips against mine in a quick, charged kiss, winding his tongue around mine. Leaning into him, I unbuckle my seatbelt, ready to climb into his lap, when he suddenly breaks the kiss.
"What?" I gasp, inhaling sharply, my body still vibrating with arousal. But he doesn't respond. Instead, he pulls away from me, slips out of the driver's seat, and shuts the door. "Kyle?" I call out, raising my voice as irritation bubbles in my chest. I tug my top back into place, push open the door, and prepare to snap at him. But the air is knocked out of my lungs when long arms wrap around me and, in one swift motion, he scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder. "Hey!" I shout, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.
