Seduction - Chapter 31 #2
I screamed as he lifted me in the air. I was sitting up on his shoulders and my head almost hit the top of the tent. I looked down and Matt’s head was still hidden beneath my skirt. Jesus. I grabbed the fabric and lifted it over his head, hoping I wasn’t showing all the guests my underwear.
“Hold on,” Matt said, his fingers tightening on my thighs.
What?
He started dancing past the tables, moving his shoulders way too much. I grabbed onto his neck with one hand and buried my fingers in his hair with the other.
He twirled in a circle and I had to dodge one of the many chandeliers hanging from the top of the tent.
I didn’t mean to pull on his hair, but he was trying to kill me, and I didn’t know what else to hold on to.
He looked up. “I like when you’re rough with me, Penny.” He winked at me before spinning us in a circle again.
I leaned forward, wrapping my arms under his neck so I wouldn’t tumble off his back. “Put me down!” I said with a laugh.
“Okay, I’ll be honest, I have no idea how to get you down now.”
“Matt!”
“And I really like the way the lace of your thong scratches the back of my neck.”
I swatted the back of his head.
He laughed and knelt down in the middle of the dance floor. “You can dismount me now, you kinky girl.”
He was ridiculous. I leaned forward and kind of hopped off his shoulders. I looked behind me and his head was still under my skirt. I pulled my dress back in place.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He was grinning up at me, still on his knees. “I’m a dead man, aren’t I?” he said.
“Yeah. You are.” But I put my hand out for him anyway to help him to his feet.
Before Matt grabbed it, James came over and grabbed my hand instead. And then he grabbed Matt by the lapels of his tuxedo jacket and pulled him to his feet.
“If I ever see you with your head up my wife’s skirt ever again, you’re dead.” He shoved Matt backward.
Whoa. It was all in good fun. I stepped in front of James. “Matt was just messing around. Let’s go sit down.” I was not going to cause a scene at Rob’s wedding.
I pulled James off the center of the dance floor and tried to get him to sit down at Table 1.
At least…I thought Table 1 was our table.
I was rather distracted by the ice sculpture in the middle of it.
Was that Rob and Daphne naked? In ice? I had so many questions.
First and foremost…had they posed for that?
But James grabbed my hand, led me right past our table, and ducked out of the tent.
“James…we’re part of the wedding party, we can’t just…”
He pushed my back against one of the bars constructing the tent. There was a hunger in his eyes. And I was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the crab cakes we’d missed out on.
“James, we can’t miss Rob and Daphne coming in…”
He pushed my skirt up, moved my thong to the side, and slid two fingers inside of me. Jesus.
“Your pussy is mine,” he said.
I gripped the back of his neck.
He moved his fingers slowly in and out of me before picking up the pace.
I tried not to moan. I could hear the DJ announcing the next people in the wedding party. I could hear the guests cheering. And if I could hear them, they’d be able to hear me too. Hell, anyone could just walk out here and…
Just that second I saw Porter turn the corner. He saw us and immediately turned his back to us. But he didn’t walk away. He stood there with his arms crossed, making sure no one else would see us.
“James, Porter is…”
“You think this is the first time Porter has caught me with my hand up your skirt?”
I knew for a fact that it wasn’t.
“You’re soaking wet, baby. You love when people watch us.”
I moaned and clapped my hand over my mouth.
“Half of me wants to go down on you right in the middle of the dance floor. To show everyone that you’re mine.” He pumped his hand faster.
God. I let my hand fall from my mouth.
“Every inch of you is mine.” He reached up with his fingers, hitting a spot that had me so close to the edge.
“Yes!”
“Say it, Penny.”
“Every inch of me is yours.”
“Good girl.” He removed his hand right before I came.
My throat made a weird squeaking noise. “James…”
He slid his fingers into his mouth as he stared down at me, the hunger still in his eyes.
God.
He licked off every drop, the intensity in his eyes only growing.
“I was so close,” I said. I lifted my skirt slightly, trying to tempt him to come back to me.
He leaned forward and grabbed the hem of my skirt.
Thank God.
“You tortured me,” he whispered, his breath hot in my ear. “Now I get to torture you.” He dropped my skirt back into place.
I was so frustrated that I could scream. “I didn’t ask for Matt to do that.”
“You also didn’t slap him and tell him to stop.”
I just stared at him. “But…James…”
“You can beg me to let you come later when you’re on your knees choking on my cock.”
Holy shit.
“But right now they’re about to announce Rob and Daphne coming in. And like you said…we can’t miss it.”
He walked backward and ducked under the flap of the tent, leaving me panting out here all alone.
Screw that. I wouldn’t be the one begging him later. He’d be the one begging me.