Page 65 of Indigo

“Nothing between us,” I murmur, realising this is the first time I’m going to fuck her without a condom since we discussed it. “Just you and me, Blue.”

She nods, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth as I line myself up at her entrance. I push in slightly, making her groan, and drop even lower to the vanity, her bare tits flat on the hard surface as I grab her hip. With one swift thrust, I bottom out and watch her eyes roll back into her head.

“Got to be quick,” I bite out, adjusting my grip so that both hands are wrapped around her hips, using my hold to pull her back into me as I thrust forward. “You want me to come?” I whisper, leaning over her so that I can place a kiss on the middle of her spine as I continue to bring myself closer and closer to the edge.

She nods, a delirious look on her face as she whispers, “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

I straighten and shake my head, knowing exactly what she’s begging for even if she doesn’t. “You don’t need it harder, Blue. You need it deeper. Hold on.”

I lift one of her legs and prop her knee up so that it rests beside her on the vanity, and bend my knees a little, angling myself so that when I slide back in, I hit the perfect spot. She groans, so fucking loud that it echoes around the room. “Yeah? That good, baby?” I tease as I pound into her, the sound of my thighs hitting her ass making my balls draw tight.

“Fuck,” I hiss, not wanting this to end, but needing to come so fucking badly that my entire body aches with the need. “I’m going to fill you up so that when you walk back into that bar, my cum is lining the walls of your cunt, and every motherfucker in there will know who you belong to.” The words leave my mouth before I can even think them through. The possessive bastard inside of me needs her to know why I’m doing this.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers, her body tightening, and then shuddering underneath me, my statement being the thing to throw her over the edge for a second time.

“That’s my girl.” I groan as my cock begins to jerk inside her, continuing my punishing pace until I feel raw.

The sensation of filling her up is so overwhelming.

I’ve never felt anything like it, but I'm already thinking about doing it all over again.

When I stop moving, and simply hold myself inside her, putting off having to leave her body, she chuckles, and rests her cheek against the vanity. “They stopped.”

“Hmmm?”

“The people knocking,” she clarifies. “They stopped.”

Honestly, by the time I got myself inside of her, I wouldn’t have heard them even if they’d continued, but the fact they’d given up gives us a little more time to clean up before heading back out.

I pull out of her, groaning from the feel of my cum dripping down my cock as I tuck it back into my pants, and lean in to place one last kiss against Indie’s shoulder blade before helping her stand. I place my hand on her stomach, just under the swell of her tits, and watch her look over her body in the reflection of the mirror, a content little smile pulling at her lips.

“Beautiful,” I whisper, tugging her dress back up into place, covering her breasts and fixing the bottom so it falls like it should around her upper thighs.

She hums happily as she wipes under her eyes, and runs her fingers through her hair, trying to make it behave.

I watch as she walks over to her purse and pulls a pair of black cotton panties from inside.

I laugh, realising that while I feel like I’m in control a lot of the time, she clearly knew where we’d end up tonight, and came prepared.

“Home time?” I suggest as she slips the fresh pair of underwear on, hating that her body is now covered and fighting the need to tear the dress in half and bend her back over.

I need her home. In a bed, where I can spend way more time than I just got worshipping her.

She giggles and turns around to face me, craning her neck back so she can look into my eyes. Pouting like a child, she whines, “But I want to dance.”

I roll my eyes and nod. She knows damn well that I’d never deny her what she wants, even if it means I have to keep my dick in my pants for a while longer. It's not like watching her dance is anything but a privilege.

“Come on then,” I say, bending to grab her torn panties from the floor and stuffing them in my pocket.

Slinging my arm over her shoulder, I lead us to the door and turn the lock. We’re met with three pairs of eyes as we open it, and while Indie blushes quietly from beside me, I feel nothing but pure primal satisfaction from the fact they all know what we were doing.

As we walk back into the main room, Indie looks up at me and tugs at my henley. “Come dance with me.” She grins, stepping back in the direction of the dance floor where Paisley and Josh are openly making out in front of everyone as they move to the music.

Seems as though he found a way to calm her the fuck down.

“Slow Hands” by Niall Horan begins to play, and Indie squeals before jumping up and down in place. “C’mon, big guy, come dance with me,” she begs, but I just shake my head and nod at the people already dancing to the music.

“I don’t dance, baby. You damn well know it.” She pouts again, but I wink at her and add, “You go, I’ll watch. And then, when we get home, I’ll show you again just how much I love the way you move.”

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