Chapter Thirty-eight
“T ake it slow,” I warn Marly as she sips on the fruit punch I poured for her from the bowl at the table. I’d offered her a soft drink, but she’d asked for a small cup of the punch instead.
She keeps her eyes on me as she takes a small and tender sip, “Happy?” She teases.
I chuckle, “Just want to make sure you stay conscious and willing, princess, for when I get you back to my place later.”
She quirks a brow.
“I think I’m going to have you on the hood of the Plymouth, just like I wanted that first time.”
Her eyes widen and she takes a bigger sip of the punch, but I quickly grip the bottom, bringing it away from her lips. She can’t handle her alcohol and drinking that mix that quick will only come back to bite her in the ass later. Of course I’ll take care of her, but I don’t particularly want her to feel like shit tomorrow morning.
She places her drink down on the top of the picnic table we’ve selected to sit at. It’s far enough away from the crowd and after everything that just happened, I needed isolation. Glancing down, I see her thighs are pressed tightly together and she’s fidgeting, very subtly as if…
“Do you ache princess?” I rasp, the mere thought of it enough to have my cock hard and pressing against the zipper of my jeans.
She dips her head in a shy nod.
I glance at the party happening not thirty feet away. After the first ten minutes people stopped paying us attention and are now too distracted by the beer kegs and the girls doing body shots to be focused on us.
“Come here, princess,” I growl under my breath, shifting on the bench to allow enough room for her, “Straddle my lap.”
Her eyes dart to the crowd and I don’t push her, waiting for her to make her decision. This is a boundary she needs to be willing to cross on her own.
After a few long seconds, she makes her decision and slides across to me, throwing her leg over my thighs and I shift a little more to make room. She settles down onto me, her legs spread over mine and presses into my cock, a groan rumbling up my throat.
“You’re going to need to be really quiet, princess,” I rasp before I capture the lobe of her ear between my teeth, nipping gently. Her answer is to roll her pussy against me as her face buries into the side of my neck to stifle her whispered moan.
“Good girl,” I praise, laying my hands to her bare thighs, sliding them up beneath her dress. “Lift for me.”
She braces her weight onto her knees, and I quickly tug at my pants, freeing my aching dick that’s already leaking for her. I hold the base of it and turn to press a kiss to her neck, “Pull your panties to the side and sit on my cock, princess.”
Her whole-body shivers but she subtly reaches beneath the skirts of her dress and obeys.
At the first feel of the heat of her I have to bite my lip to stop the groan but when she sinks down onto me, taking the entire length of me, I almost damn explode.
She’s so fucking perfect, feels so fucking good it just doesn’t seem real or in the realm of possibilities.
“Oh god,” She breathes quietly, a shake to her voice and a tremble through her muscles. It’s fucking hard to stay focused, hard not to just lift her up, slam her against the table and fuck her until she screams my name for all of them to hear.
“Does this make you wet, baby?” I shift my hips, “Knowing I’m fucking you here, in front of all these people and any one of them could see?” She rolls her hips, grinding against me, my cock moving in and out of her perfect cunt at a slow, torturous pace, “They’d see how well this pussy takes me, see how good we fit, and no one will be able to deny the way you’re made for me.”
“I need more,” She stammers, her pussy clenching around my shaft.
“Move your hips, take what you need. Be slow baby, be quiet.”
The skirts of her dress are long enough to cover what we are doing but it isn’t hard to figure out if someone were to look close enough. The whole crowd is right there and yet it feels like we are the only two people to exist in the world right now.
“That feel good, princess?” I whisper, my own voice shaking, “Because to me you feel like heaven.”
She lifts a little before sinking back down, taking me to the hilt, so damn wet and warm, she soaks my cock and my upper thighs.
“Yo, River!” Someone hollers my name and my attention snaps to a guy I don’t know well at all, making his way toward us. My hands clamp onto Marly’s hips, attempting to stop her movements but she whimpers against my ear.
“I’m going to come.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, “Then come for me before we get caught and I have to rip out this guy’s eyes for seeing you like this.”
Her teeth sink into the side of my neck which stifles her moan, and her hips move just a little quicker, her pussy fluttering around my length.
Oh fuck. Fuccckkkkkk.
My teeth clamp together, the feel of her tight cunt clamping around me like a damn vice making my balls draw up tight.
My fingers leave bruises on her skin and when her spasms come quicker, tighter, I can’t stop it.
I grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches with it as I spill into her, filling her up as she continues to come in front of all these damn people. She’s still mid orgasm when the guy reaches the table.
I bring my hand up to her head, cradling her against my neck to keep her face buried against me.
“What’s up with her?” The guy asks. I can’t even remember his name at this point.
“What do you want?” I snap, my voice shaking, my cock still spasming inside of her.
“I just wanted to congratulate you on that win, man,” His voice wavers, “Ricky is a prick.”
“Great,” I bite, “Thanks.”
Marly squirms against me, her tongue flicking against my neck and my cock jerks.
“Look, man,” The tremor in my voice is so damn obvious, “I just need a minute with my girl.”
His eyes drop as if he can see beneath the table, and I know exactly when he realizes there’s something more happening here because his cheeks flame red.
“Right, sure,” He says as he scrambles away, and when we are alone again, she moves away from my throat and stares down at me, her hands linked around my neck, eyes still hooded with lust.
“We’re leaving,” I growl, “Before I fuck you on top of this damn table and they all see. I need you screaming my name, Marly.”
She nods her head with a wobble, and I help her adjust her panties back in place before I put my cock away and aid her off me. She winces when she stands, pressing her thighs together.
The thought of her being full of me, wet with my come, has my cock twitching. Grasping her hand I start walking toward the exit where the Plymouth is parked, keeping her close to me as the party rages. I stop at the car, wincing at the damage on the backend. It could have ended so much worse than it did. Ricky’s car is still in the ditch, a crushed tin against the tree. I’ll have to get a tow in to get it out and then I can strip it down. The parts will get some decent money but that’s all the car is good for.
I open the passenger door for Marly, guiding her toward the seat but we both pause as a car comes screeching into the lot. The Porche lights cut toward us, and I shove Marly behind me out of instinct, keeping her there even when it stops and the driver door opens.
My heart stops and then kicks into overdrive as Liam Winchester steps out the door and grins cruelly toward the two of us.