Uncivilized
Page 73
As she closes the door behind her, I set the beer down on the bar and stride toward the vision before me. Her eyes smile at me and she opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off by bringing my lips to hers. I give her a punishing kiss filled with lust and need, plunging my tongue in deeply and pulling her h*ps inward so I can grind my erection against her.
She pushes back at me slightly and gasps, “What’s gotten in to you?”
“I want to f**k you… right now,” I tell her and kiss her again. She indulges me for a moment but then pushes at my chest once more.
“No… we can’t. Clint and Cara could come in. One of the waitresses or something.”
Grabbing Moira by the hand, I lead her to the balcony, opening the double doors and letting the pulsing music overwhelm me. I pull Moira in tight to my body and put my lips near her ear so she can hear me. “Clint and Cara are gone and aren’t coming back. And I am going to f**k you right now.”
Moira jerks in my arms, not over the surprise that Clint and Cara are gone but by the urgent need in my voice. “What? No, we can’t. This is a public place.”
“This is a private VIP room,” I tell her, and then lean in to claim her mouth again. She sinks into me, dueling her tongue with mine, her fingertips digging into the flesh at my biceps.
She capitulates so easily, and I love that about her. That she never thinks to deny a single desire for her that I have.
“The couch,” she mutters against my lips.
“Too far away,” I growl back at her, tearing my mouth from hers. Turning her around in my arms, I face her out toward the open nightclub below us. Laser lights and writhing dancers fill the scene. I glance around at the other balconies, but because the lights don’t filter up this far, it’s fairly shadowed. Still out in the open, but dark and secluded.
Just f**king perfect.
Pressing my front up against Moira’s back, I push her forward until her belly comes to rest against the wrought-iron railing on the small, two-foot balcony just outside the double doors. Her upper back burns against me as I step in closer to her, making sure she can feel my erection that rests against her lower back.
I rub my nose softly against the back of her head, smelling the shampoo I told her to buy. Leaning to the side to kiss her neck, I graze my teeth along her tender flesh. She shivers in my arms and tilts her head to the side to give me better access, her hands gripping the iron railing with white knuckles.
“I want you to just stand there… spread your legs apart for me just a bit more.”
Her chest heaves with anticipation, and she moves to do my bidding. I reach down and touch my fingers to the back of one thigh, then skim them upward until I slip under the hem of her dress, around the rounded globe of one beautiful ass cheek, which is deliciously bare feeling.
Leaning down to the side, I take a peek, thinking she didn’t wear any underwear and thinking that is the hottest thing ever, but I’m rewarded with a thin, black strip of lace that crawls up the middle of her ass.
Ahhh… a thong. No, that is f**king hot right there.
Looping my finger under the back strap of her underwear, I drag downward, pulling the material out from between the cheeks of her ass and inching it to the side, leaving her smooth pu**y open and vulnerable to me. My finger takes a swipe between those lips, and I feel her honeyed wetness.
I f**king feel like I’m dying right now, so insatiable is my need for her. I can’t wait another minute so I hastily undo my pants and pull my c**k out, ignoring the bite of my zipper that sits just below my balls. Oh well, a little pain always makes it interesting.
I dip my knees and guide my shaft to Moira’s slick entrance, pushing firmly against her and sinking balls deep in one fluid move.
Moira sucks in a huge gulp of air and says, “Oh, God. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
I smile and kiss the back of her head, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her upright and placing the other one on the balcony railing for balance.
I pump my h*ps against her, having to keep my knees bent for the right angle. If anyone were to look up, and if they were able to see us through the shadow and haze, it might look like I was just standing behind my girlfriend in an intimate embrace. Or it might look like I was slowly f**king her from behind.
I’m not sure, nor do I care.
I mean… Moira’s fully clothed and her skirt is loose enough that it still covers her front nicely. Other than the slow grind of my h*ps against her, which may look like I’m swaying to the music—or it may look like I’m f**king her from behind—I’m not sure it’s that obvious what we’re doing.
Not that I could give a f**k. I’m too lost within the rapture of her body to care, and nothing could pull me away from her at this very moment.
I slowly push in and out of Moira, my breathing ragged and raw. We both stare down at the dancers, lost in our own thoughts and pleasures.
After pushing in extra deep, Moira’s head falls back and lands on my shoulder, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open while exquisite pleasure coats her face. But she’s not making enough noise for me. She’s too afraid to let loose, even though no one could hear her over the music.
I drop the arm that’s banded around her waist and snake my fingers under the front of her dress. Dipping below the edge of her thong, I immediately find her swollen clit, where I rub at it softly in tune with the beat of my thrusts.
Moira’s cries out, “Fuck, Zach,” and her h*ps start circling against my hand.
She pushes back at me slightly and gasps, “What’s gotten in to you?”
“I want to f**k you… right now,” I tell her and kiss her again. She indulges me for a moment but then pushes at my chest once more.
“No… we can’t. Clint and Cara could come in. One of the waitresses or something.”
Grabbing Moira by the hand, I lead her to the balcony, opening the double doors and letting the pulsing music overwhelm me. I pull Moira in tight to my body and put my lips near her ear so she can hear me. “Clint and Cara are gone and aren’t coming back. And I am going to f**k you right now.”
Moira jerks in my arms, not over the surprise that Clint and Cara are gone but by the urgent need in my voice. “What? No, we can’t. This is a public place.”
“This is a private VIP room,” I tell her, and then lean in to claim her mouth again. She sinks into me, dueling her tongue with mine, her fingertips digging into the flesh at my biceps.
She capitulates so easily, and I love that about her. That she never thinks to deny a single desire for her that I have.
“The couch,” she mutters against my lips.
“Too far away,” I growl back at her, tearing my mouth from hers. Turning her around in my arms, I face her out toward the open nightclub below us. Laser lights and writhing dancers fill the scene. I glance around at the other balconies, but because the lights don’t filter up this far, it’s fairly shadowed. Still out in the open, but dark and secluded.
Just f**king perfect.
Pressing my front up against Moira’s back, I push her forward until her belly comes to rest against the wrought-iron railing on the small, two-foot balcony just outside the double doors. Her upper back burns against me as I step in closer to her, making sure she can feel my erection that rests against her lower back.
I rub my nose softly against the back of her head, smelling the shampoo I told her to buy. Leaning to the side to kiss her neck, I graze my teeth along her tender flesh. She shivers in my arms and tilts her head to the side to give me better access, her hands gripping the iron railing with white knuckles.
“I want you to just stand there… spread your legs apart for me just a bit more.”
Her chest heaves with anticipation, and she moves to do my bidding. I reach down and touch my fingers to the back of one thigh, then skim them upward until I slip under the hem of her dress, around the rounded globe of one beautiful ass cheek, which is deliciously bare feeling.
Leaning down to the side, I take a peek, thinking she didn’t wear any underwear and thinking that is the hottest thing ever, but I’m rewarded with a thin, black strip of lace that crawls up the middle of her ass.
Ahhh… a thong. No, that is f**king hot right there.
Looping my finger under the back strap of her underwear, I drag downward, pulling the material out from between the cheeks of her ass and inching it to the side, leaving her smooth pu**y open and vulnerable to me. My finger takes a swipe between those lips, and I feel her honeyed wetness.
I f**king feel like I’m dying right now, so insatiable is my need for her. I can’t wait another minute so I hastily undo my pants and pull my c**k out, ignoring the bite of my zipper that sits just below my balls. Oh well, a little pain always makes it interesting.
I dip my knees and guide my shaft to Moira’s slick entrance, pushing firmly against her and sinking balls deep in one fluid move.
Moira sucks in a huge gulp of air and says, “Oh, God. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
I smile and kiss the back of her head, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her upright and placing the other one on the balcony railing for balance.
I pump my h*ps against her, having to keep my knees bent for the right angle. If anyone were to look up, and if they were able to see us through the shadow and haze, it might look like I was just standing behind my girlfriend in an intimate embrace. Or it might look like I was slowly f**king her from behind.
I’m not sure, nor do I care.
I mean… Moira’s fully clothed and her skirt is loose enough that it still covers her front nicely. Other than the slow grind of my h*ps against her, which may look like I’m swaying to the music—or it may look like I’m f**king her from behind—I’m not sure it’s that obvious what we’re doing.
Not that I could give a f**k. I’m too lost within the rapture of her body to care, and nothing could pull me away from her at this very moment.
I slowly push in and out of Moira, my breathing ragged and raw. We both stare down at the dancers, lost in our own thoughts and pleasures.
After pushing in extra deep, Moira’s head falls back and lands on my shoulder, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open while exquisite pleasure coats her face. But she’s not making enough noise for me. She’s too afraid to let loose, even though no one could hear her over the music.
I drop the arm that’s banded around her waist and snake my fingers under the front of her dress. Dipping below the edge of her thong, I immediately find her swollen clit, where I rub at it softly in tune with the beat of my thrusts.
Moira’s cries out, “Fuck, Zach,” and her h*ps start circling against my hand.
