Page 68 of Bring Me To My Knees

I think she’s intending on pushing me away, but instead, her hands just rest there, balling the material of my costume in her fists.

“Your secrets are safe with me,” I tell her, pushing myself against her.

“Please.”

“Please what? Finally fucking kiss you?” I say, moving my mouth from grazing over her lips and brushing them against her jaw and down to her neck.

“Jesus,” she mutters.

“Not, Jesus, but Clark,” I say, smirking against her skin.

“I’m not that girl, Clark,” she says.

“But you want to be. So badly,” I say, my lips lingering over the skin on her neck.

“Clark, you need to go,” she says breathlessly.

“I’m being good,” I tell her.

I haven’t touched her. Besides a graze of my lips on her skin, I haven’t laid a hand on her.

“You know this isn’t right,” she says.

The door opens slightly, but we’re far enough in a corner that we can't be seen.

“Baby, we can’t do this here.” I hear a girl giggle.

Marley’s eyes go wide, and I put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.

We both hear the tell-tale noise of a zipper, more giggles, and some groans.

I’ve pressed myself against Marley, as close as I can, hoping we can stay hidden in the corner. I don’t know who’s in here with us, but neither one of us can take the chance of being seen.

“Fuck, baby.” The girl moans.

Marley wiggles against me, and my dick is immediately hard.

“You’re going to have to fucking quit that,” I whisper against her ear lobe.

The other couple in the room has managed to pull a piece of the curtain back, a light from the backyard is now shining into the room.

I pull away, looking into her eyes, and she looks back at me, wide eyed when she realizes that my cock is digging into her.

We continue to stare at each other intently, and she rubs slightly against me but never breaks eye contact. The sounds of someone else having sex in the same room, paired with our bodies melted together is about to make me fucking come right here and now.

Marley shifts again, moving slightly, but enough that I know she’s doing it on purpose. I brace my free hand against the wall before I shift myself on her. It’s evident that the two of us are basically dry humping in this corner to the sounds of sex.

It’s so fucking hot I can barely contain myself.

Her head rolls back, and she closes her eyes but doesn’t stop moving her body against mine. I deserve a fucking medal for the amount of self-restraint I’m showing right now.

I know when she comes, because her entire body shudders and she looks at me, her eyes filling with tears.

The other couple in the room start giggling some more, before chasing each other out of the room, leaving the two of us alone once more.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” she says, shoving me off her.

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