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“You’re so goddamnbeautiful,” he murmured against the hollow above my collarbone. “Ican’t remember if I told you before.”
“You’re telling me now.That’s good enough.” I paused and added, “And I know, right? Reallywon the genetic lottery.”
He chuckled. “And you’re somodest.”
“You don’t want me to bemodest, though.” I gasped as he caught one nipple between hislips.
He released my flesh briefly to say,“You’re right. I want you to be as immodest as you possiblycan.”
I dropped my head back as he returnedhis attention to my nipple. His tongue tapped and circled, hismouth sucked, until the rosy peak stiffened and glistened with hissaliva. Then he repeated the action on the other side. It seemedlike he could happily spend the entire night focusing on my chest,and the overwhelming sensation made me content to let him. Hishands slid up my back, cradling me, and I arched into his touch,satisfied that he wouldn’t drop me.
He made an appreciative noise againstmy skin, rubbed his stubbled cheek over the curve of one breast.“Absolute perfection.”
Liar. Or, he had terrible eyesight. Oneof my boobs was definitely bigger than the other.
There wasn’t any reason to think aboutthat, not with him worshipping my body the way he was. It would becounterproductive to second-guess myself, and I didn’t want to ruinthis night, this chance to ethically live out myfantasy.
Because that was the thing aboutwanting to be watched, about wanting to get caught. One couldn’tassume that the person catching them would be into it, and I wasuncomfortable using other people as nonconsensual sex props. Eventhe idea that someone had been listening to us the night beforegave me massive heaps of guilt, despite how much the audienceseemed to enjoy the performance.
Matt reached for the button on mycherry-red denim shorts and said, “Let’s get these off.”
I lifted my hips and wriggled both theshorts and panties down, kicking them away.
“This pussy,” he breathedreverently, “is the only thing I’ve thought of all daylong.”
He trailed kisses down my stomach,veering over to my hip, then down my thigh.
No urgency to dive in, just gentle,teasing kisses in every spot but the one that begged for histouch.
“You’re wet,” he observed,barely flicking his finger across my labia. “I don’t even have tofeel. I can see it.”
I shuddered at his words and hisinsufficient touch. I’d been dripping wet since I’d seen himwaiting for me on the sidewalk, and all the small talk had donenothing to reduce my enthusiasm. If I’d kept my panties on, hewould have seen that they were wet through with evidence of myarousal.
“And look at this…” Hetapped my straining clitoris with his index finger. “So eager. Whatdo you want me to do?”
I grabbed his hand and held it where itwas, using my own finger to guide his back and forth over the tightbundle of nerves. I let out a long moan as he took the lead, neverdeviating from the pattern I’d shown him, a pattern that wouldbring me the same relief I got from my own hands.
The same relief I’d gotten severaltimes during the day, darting off to make myself come to the memoryof his mouth on me in that supply closet. Being around Matthew Asheturned my body into a machine driven by sexual need, and everyorgasm added to that need, rather than relieving it.
He stopped suddenly andsaid, “I almost forgot,” before pulling me down from the bar. Iwrapped my arms around his shoulders for support, but I didn’t needto; he carried me to a chair that had been strategically placed infront of the access stairs.
That would be where mystranger would find us. Goose bumps broke out over my skin. Mattstripped off his clothes, revealing his ridiculously cut physique.I made a mental note to run my tongue down the ridges of musclethat dropped from his hips to point straight down to his cock. I’dbeen so distracted by his size the night before, I hadn’t noticedmuch else about his body. Now, my mouth went dry trying to take allof it in. Dark hair dusted his chest before narrowing to a linethat almost reached his belly button—or maybe it did reach it; itwas difficult to tell when his erection reached the same location.I knew his shoulders were broad, but I hadn’t gotten a chance tocling to them while he pounded into me; I would have to add that tomy list of things I wanted to do with him.
“Come sit on my lap,” heordered, taking a seat in the chair. When I moved to straddle histhighs, positioning myself right over the head of his cock, hestopped me. “I didn’t say you could get on it, yet. I wasn’t doneplaying with this.”
A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped me ashis fingers plunged into my pussy from behind. He removed his handand pulled me down, trapping his big, thick erection against myback.
With my thighs open, legs dangling overhis, there was no doubt that whoever came up the stairs would seemy pussy spread wide, and his finger on my clit. There would be nosneaky way to disguise what we were doing.
“Anyone could come up thosestairs and see us,” Matt whispered in my ear. “There’s not a damnthing you could do about it.”
I squeezed my eyes shut tight,imagining right along with his words.
“And I wouldn’t stop,” hewarned. “I would keep you like this. Exposed. I would make you comein front of whoever it was. They would see you at your mostvulnerable, at your most private moment. They would see your pussyclenching and dripping. They would know exactly what was happeningto your body as you were helpless to control yourself.”
I opened my eyes, and there he was. Thestranger stopped still, halfway down the steps, frozen at the sightof my naked body writhing as I approached my climax.
He was tall and lean, withtousled, sandy blonde hair and a surfer’s tan. He wore the polo andshorts some of the resort staff wore, and his square jaw dropped insuch shock that I was almost convinced that an actual hotelemployee blundered into our sex plan.