Page 297 of Second Sets Omnibus
“Where is here, exactly?”
“Storage closet,” he says, grinning as he slowly backs me up against an oversized wooden box until my thighs slam into it. “I needed—” His brows furrow. “I needed some time with you,” he whispers, kissing my cheek. “I’m desperate for you, Pretty Girl. So fucking needy.”
“You just wanted to take your shirt off,” I whisper, running my fingers through his silky mullet, pulling his curls between my fingers.
“Well, it is about to get even hotter,” he murmurs, licking at my flesh with a satisfied groan.
“Rad!” Kieran shouts from outside the room, oblivious to where we are. “I swear to fuck, dude!” he grumbles, knocking so hard the walls of the storage closet bow with the force. “I’m going to kick your ass when you’re done.”
“Or you could join!” Rad shouts with a chuckle, darting his hand underneath my T-shirt.
“He’s not invited to this party,” I whisper, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
Our breaths mingle in heavy pants as our tongues collide in a desperate dance of lust. I groan into his mouth, pulling my body even closer to his, feeling every inch of his want.
The warmth of his fingertips pinches my nipple through my bra, causing goosebumps to explode over my flesh. I buck my hips, chasing friction.
“Fuck me, Rad,” I groan as his lips travel down my neck. “Make it fast. We gotta make this quick.”
“Anything for you, Pretty Girl,” he hums against my flesh, reaching down to undo my jeans.
His fingers dive into my denim, underneath my panties, and straight into my throbbing pussy, begging for him to fill it up.
“You’re so goddamn wet already,” he groans, hastily thrusting his fingers inside of me.
“Yes. Now, fuck me,” I beg again, sinking my nails into his neck as I ride out his fingers thrusting roughly inside me.
“As you wish, my queen.” Within seconds he removes both our jeans, tossing them to the dusty floor. Another problem for another time. All I care about right now is him taking care of this need brewing deep inside me.
My veins catch fire when he lines himself up with me. Toying with my entrance. The head of his pierced dick moves up and down my slit, teasing me until he’s finally had enough.
Our moans fill the air when he enters me in one quick thrust, bouncing my body. My legs wrap around his hips as I lean back on my hands, letting him pound wildly into me.
My breath hitches when his lean fingers wrap around my throat, gently squeezing until my airflow is slightly constricted.
“I fucking love you, Pretty Girl,” he moans, leaning in to take my lips hostage with his.
“I love you, too,” I wheeze, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Look at me,” he groans, forcing my gaze back to him. “That’s it, Pretty Girl. I can tell how close you are. Your pussy is squeezing the hell out of me. So, cum with me,” he begs, biting into my bottom lip, leaving behind the smallest hint of blood.
“I’m cumming,” I cry out as my pussy contracts over his cock, ending his movements with a loud groan, filling the room.
Whoever else is making their way through the funhouse will know exactly what’s going on inside this little closet. If they could find it, that is.
I shudder against Rad’s hold, coming down from the aftereffects of my orgasm. The whole world tilts as I stare into the darkness of his eyes, reveling in the lust sparking there.
“I’m going to just live in your pussy. Little Rad likes his warm home,” he rasps, brushing his lips lightly against mine.
“No,” I laugh breathily, slightly shoving at his chest. “That’s not going to happen.” I groan, leaning into his kiss as he softens inside me.
“I love you, Pretty Girl.”
I stare into his dark eyes, memorizing the moment. “I love you, too.”
“Come on, asshole!” Kieran bangs against the outside again, still unable to find the door Rad snuck us through.
“Think we should head out?” Rad asks, reluctantly pulling out of me with a groan, pouting as he tucks himself back into his jeans.
