Fuck, act normal? How in the hell do I do that?
“Wider.”
“Huh?”
“Open your legs wider,” he orders.
“We are in a club,” I whisper at him over my shoulder. I can feel his large erection through his shorts beneath me.
“We are in the dark and you are on my lap under the table, nobody can see.”
He pumps me with his fingers gently. From the outside we look like I am just sitting on his lap with my legs wide. But underneath my dress, Joshua’s magic fingers are slowly sinking in and out of me. I’m wet, so wet and I am starting to throb. He pushes me hard again and I fall forward onto the table.
“Stop moving,” he whispers. “Behave.”
I shudder. God, I love this man.
For five minutes, we sit alone in the dark, his fingers working me, my body riding his. We are both quivering as we hold off our arousal. The song Yeah by Usher comes on, and I know I have to have him to it.
“Fuck me,” I whisper over my shoulder.
His lips take mine aggressively.
“Here?” he pants darkly.
I am trying my hardest to slow my heartbeat. “I need your cock inside of me now.”
“Beautiful slut.” He growls as he takes my lips again in his hard.
“Lean forward and pick up your drink slowly,” he instructs softly into my ear sending goose bumps scattering across my skin.
“What?” I frown.
“Get off my dick so I can get it out.”
I bubble up a giggle and slowly lean forward in the dark to lift my drink, I can feel him fiddling with the Velcro on his shorts beneath me and I look uninterested as my eyes flicker around to see if the others have noticed. Surprisingly, nobody has. With one hand, Joshua opens my lips underneath my dress, and the other hand, he places on my hip, pulling me down in one strong motion.
My eyes close.
We stay still, normal and uninteresting to the outside world, but feeling absolute perfection on the inside.
“Natasha.” His breath stutters. “You feel so fucking good around my cock, baby.”
Usher’s sexy voice calls out as a cloud of arousal hangs heavily over me. I can’t see, I can’t think. I can only feel the large thick muscle that is deep inside my body, throbbing, begging to be fucked hard.
“This cock is yours. Work for it,” he whispers.
My eyes close. Oh, dear god.
“Milk me.”
I squeeze him hard and we both groan silently.
“I can’t move. You need to milk me.” He bites my ear.
I clench.
“Harder,” he groans softly into my ear.
Oh, fucking hell. My head drops down and I start to slowly clench in a rhythm. His breathing picks up and his hand starts to grip my hipbone with force. He’s close, I can feel him swelling inside of me.