Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back and her neck exposed. Her hips continued to roll on my lap, increasing the pressure on my cock, and her one hand that wasn’t wrapped around my neck was now snaking around my thigh.

She was eating me up and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

The pause of her rocks against my cock shook me out of my stupor as I tore my eyes away from our connection and looked up at her. She shifted off of my body, leaving me wanting more, but right when I thought she was going to leave me hard and aroused, she backed up against me and settled on my lap so her back was against my chest. Her right hand connected to the back of my neck and she started to dance to the music again.

I leaned my head over her shoulder and took in the movements of her body against mine. My hand went to her bare stomach where it slowly found its way up to the cut-off hem of her shirt. Her breathing grew heavy and my heart beat against my chest. One more inch and I would have her fully in my hand.

“Fuck,” I drew out, not being able to hold back the feel of her ass against my crotch. It was like fucking magic, rubbing against me, enticing me.

Unable to help it, my mouth found the dip of her neck where I started to nibble on her sweet skin. She tasted so fucking good.

 Diego and Blane cheered me on like barbarians, but I ignored them and continued to work my mouth up and down the column of her neck. Her hand found my cheek and she pushed me away slightly right before she bent down in front of me, placed her hands on my shoes, and started twerking my dick. Her shorts rode up and exposed her beautiful ass, allowing me to watch her sexy cheeks ride against my lap.

The image in front of me was too nostalgic, too fucking erotic for me to let go, to not teach her a lesson about what she was doing to me.

Not able to take it anymore, I grabbed her stomach and pulled her up. She squealed when I wrapped her against my back, but I ignored her shocked cries and turned her so I spoke directly into her ear.

“Take me somewhere private… now.”

The seriousness in my voice had her moving quickly off my lap and grabbing a hold of my hand. She led me away from a hooting and whistling Blane and Diego and directed me out of the humid air of the main room. I followed her down a dark hallway until she hit a door off to the side. She looked both ways and then pulled it open.

The room was dark when we first walked in, but she quickly turned on a light that cast a red glow in the room. It wasn’t very bright—it was actually more dull than anything—but it set the mood for what I was about to do to her.

Sin was about to take place. I just hoped she was ready for it.

The moment she turned to face me, I hauled her into my chest and then pushed her up against the door. I reached behind her and found the knob, which I quickly locked. I didn’t need any unexpected and uninvited guests barging in on us.

“Kace…,” she said breathlessly. “What are you doing?”

Not so tough now, I tried not to smile, but it was damn hard. “Do you think you can fucking ride me like that and get away with it?” I asked with my hands on either side of her head and my right leg inching her feet apart. “I want you to feel how hard I am.”

“I already know how hard you are.” She smirked, gaining some of her confidence back.

“Fucking feel me,” I gritted out. “Place your hand on my dick, and tell me how hard I am.”

Her eyes went wide for a second from the menacing tone in my voice, but she was quickly shaken from her thoughts as her hand traveled down my stomach to my waistband.

She started to feel me from the outside of my jeans, but I shook my head and said, “No, fucking feel me. Pull my cock out of my pants and feel it.”

Nodding, she undid my belt and went to work on the fly. I kept my hands trained to stay on the wall, encasing her head so I wouldn’t be tempted to help her. I wanted her to do it on her own, even though she was working at a snail’s pace, most likely on purpose.

“Take your time, babe. I have all fucking night.”

She visibly swallowed, boosting my confidence even higher.

Finally, she worked my jeans down, along with my briefs, allowing my cock to spring free. It was hard, so fucking hard that when she touched it with her fingers, it almost ached. I needed release, and I needed it badly.

“Tell me how fucking hard I am,” I demanded as I leaned over and spoke directly into her ear. In the dim red light, I saw the goosebumps that rose on her skin from my proximity.

“Kace,” she moaned.

“Tell me,” I gritted out.

“You’re so fucking hard,” she whimpered. Her deftly skilled hand ran up and down the length of my cock.

“You did that to me. Your fine-ass body, the way you pressed against me, the heat of your pussy on my lap—you made me this hard, Lyla, so tell me, what the fuck are you going to do about it?”

My mouth was against her ear as I spoke, and my chest was inches from hers, moving rapidly up and down. She pulled away to look me in the eyes, to see how serious I was. What I wanted to convey to her was I was beyond serious. I needed her, right here, right now.

“Well?”

Her hands dropped from my cock and captured my face with her hands. With brute sexual force, her lips landed on mine, causing me to push her harder into the door. Instantly my mouth opened to hers, granting her access to everything I had to offer.

Her tongue slipped in and out of my mouth, playing with my senses, lighting me on fire.

“Do you want me?” I asked, pulling away from her kiss and running my tongue along her neck.

“More than anything,” she confessed.

Pride beamed in my chest, and that was all it took. I was hanging myself over the edge for this moment and this moment alone. I just wanted one more taste of her.

My hands left the door behind her and found her hips. I pinned her against the hard wood and then ran my hands up her stomach, but this time, I didn’t stop below her shirt.  Instead, I connected with the underside of her exposed breasts and found her hard nipples. Her breasts were fucking praiseworthy. They were more than a handful and so fucking round and perfect I wondered if they were augmented in any way, but from the feel of them, I knew they were natural, making it that much harder to forget this gorgeous woman.

“God,” she cried as I gripped her breasts hard, playing with her nipples. I squeezed them, plucked them, rolled them until I didn’t think I could take the feeling of her breasts in my hands any longer.

My dick twitched as her body occasionally grazed it. I needed more. I was ready to explode. I was done teasing.

“Grab my wallet from my back pocket,” I said into the side of her neck. She listened well and did what was told. She didn’t even need to be directed further. She knew what to do. She opened my wallet and pulled out a condom.

Quickly, she put my wallet back in my pocket and pulled the condom out of its wrapper. Without asking, she sheathed my length in record time and then looked up at me.

“Take your sorry excuse for shorts off,” I demanded.

“Sorry excuse?” she asked with a quirk of an eyebrow.

Leaning forward, I said, “Do not fucking play with me. You know those shorts are too revealing. Now take them off.”

Without another word, she pushed them off and toed them away. Her bottom half was naked, only a pair of heels gracing her feet. I looked up at her shirt and with a shake of my head, pulled it up, exposing her breasts. My mouth quickly found her nipples and I sucked.

Her head flew back, hitting the door, but she didn’t mind as she pushed her chest further into my mouth. Slowly, I ran my hand down her stomach and hovered right over her pussy. She made little pelvic thrusts into my hand, letting me know exactly what she wanted.

Knowing I needed the same thing, I gave in to her demands and pressed my fingers inside her heated core. Instantly I was hit with how wet she was, for me. Heat blazed through me from the knowledge that I was able to turn on such a gorgeously beautiful woman like Lyla.