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M y neck glistens with sweat as Briar purposefully grinds her arse deeper into the cradle of my hips. A guttural groan rumbles up from my chest at the exquisite friction lancing bolts of ecstasy through my groin. Bloody hell, what is this defiant minx playing at?

Reflexively, my hand clamps around her hip in a vice grip, stalling those infuriating little movements. Even as I attempt to halt her, that insolent cunt shifts back another hairsbreadth, dragging the piercings on my cock in a tantalising sweep over her velvet walls convulsing greedily around my girth.

“Determined to test my limits?” I grit out through clenched teeth, fighting back another shudder. “That’s pretty foolish…”

Briar’s only response is a daring look tossed over her shoulder, lips quirked in a taunting smirk utterly at odds with the flush staining her cheekbones. She’s just as affected as I am, the stubborn vixen. Just as ravenous for the searing friction we’re struggling to either prolong or deny, even if she won’t admit it aloud.

A glance towards the booth where Jace and Hayes lounge reminds me we’re far from alone. They’ve feigned disinterest since Jace’s quip about maintaining reputations—though Hayes’ twitching lips suggest he’s well aware of how far this sordid display can go.

Their presences are still distracting, knowing their piercing gazes rove over our skins fused together. It takes supreme will to tear my focus from their scrutiny and back to the chit squirming like a pagan offering atop this makeshift altar.

Briar’s face is angled resolutely forward, delicate fingers clutching the table edge in a white-knuckled grip. As if she needs that tenuous tether to reality to keep from succumbing to the maelstrom of craving consuming us both. Each twitch of her shoulders betrays the desperation roiling through her form.

Sucking in a ragged breath, I school my features into an impassive mask despite the ecstasy eroding what little remains of my restraint. Briar seems dead-set on provoking a reaction from me.

“Consider that gauntlet accepted,” I hiss in a voice hoarse with fury and desire, utterly corrosive. We’re beyond pulling back from this collision now.

My hand snakes into her silken hair, a twist exposing the graceful arch of her throat. Rather than resist when I allow my hips to flow into that sinuous rhythm she initiated, a strangled whimper punches past her parted lips.

Emboldened by her composure cracking, I succumb to the primal tide dragging us under. Pelvis rippling with each thrust, I shove deeper into that searing sheath convulsing around my rigid length. The piercings drag against every quivering zone, igniting incandescent sparks.

Briar writhes mindlessly as my forearm pins her, canting her hips to accept each brutal invasion. I maintain a tenuous grasp on control even as the muted tattoo of flesh slapping flesh fills the booth, my belt clinking with each stroke.

Distantly, my pulse roars between my temples, drowning out everything beyond Briar’s frenzied mewling and gasps. Vision tunnelling, I’m only peripherally cognizant of anything outside this visceral nexus of need driving us onward.

Somewhere in my dissociated rationality, a thought finds purchase: What the bloody fuck are we doing?

Yet despite that voice shrieking to pull back, every primitive instinct surges forward instead. White-hot pulses of rapture steadily replace coherent thought with each stroke, the slick friction of my cock through her depths becoming the sole fixed point.

Well then… If this is to be our dance toward mutual ruin, we’ll perform with gusto while the symphony lasts. Reapplying bruising pressure on her hair, I yank her head back at a punishing angle as my opposite palm leaves her hip, reaching down to gouge furrows along her inner thighs.

Rolling my head back, I immerse in the exquisite friction of Briar’s cunt clenching around my agonisingly engorged length. There’s scarcely space to properly rut into that sinfully tight sheath, yet the roll of my pelvis grinds torturous patterns with each undulation.

Every instinct screams to haul her off the table and into the booth on all fours and jackhammer home until I’m buried balls-deep, the ability to think abandoned in pursuit of base gratification. But a sadistic impulse derives wicked delight from denying us that bliss, leaving arousal to crest in waves of aching torment without release.

A low rasp rumbles from my chest as I haul Briar up and back against me, breath ghosting across her damp nape. My gaze drifts to the pair observing our display with cultivated disinterest, only sparks glinting behind their feigned masks.

Jace sits with a leg crossed, crotch obscured but fingers drumming subtly against his thigh can’t conceal those motions. Always the hedonist, liable to start wanking right here without self-consciousness.

When I look to Hayes, he barely reacts beyond a flicker of lashes. Gaze fixed on his mobile, unbothered by the debauchery feet away. Only a twitch in his clenched jaw hints at restraint being exerted.

“You’re dripping all over,” I growl in a rasp laced with menace, fingers splaying through the arousal smearing her thighs. A whine punches past her lips, echoed by a spasm fluttering around my shaft.

Smirking against her neck, I trace my tongue up her throat. She tastes of salt, sweat and desperation—causing my cock to throb in want. “Tell me you’re close, suka. Beg me to let you come before I fuck you raw.”

Briar silently shakes her head, swollen lips set in a stubborn line. A primal growl rumbles from my chest at her defiance. “You’ll learn obedience one way or another,” I grit out, menacing. Freeing my fingertips from the tangle of her curls, I slide my palm around her slender throat.

Fingertips flex with each shallow breath she drags in, feeling her pulse’s delicate flutter. Tightening my grip elicits a strangled moan, her cunt clenching around my length. With my other hand, I seek out her clit, rubbing insistent circles over that nub. Briar arches like a taut bow, head arching back as ragged whimpers spill from her sultry lips. Her scent of musk, sweat and sin fills my senses, inflaming my lust to greater heights.

“Beg for it,” I snarl. “Let me hear you plead before I ruin you entirely.” The telltale tightening in my sac forewarns imminent release. If she doesn’t voice her need soon, I’ll be forced to prolong our agony further.

Briar’s response is a choked whine, writhing as my attentions drive her to the brink. With a vicious roll of my hips, I bury my pierced head against her cervix once more, the sting catalysing a visceral reaction as obscene noises are torn from her.

Still, no supplication escapes.

I latch my teeth to the juncture of her neck, sinking in hard enough to leave blooming marks. She’ll bear my possession’s imprints, branded inside and out. A guttural groan vibrates from my chest at the notion, my hand cinching tighter around her throat until her breaths come in hitching rasps.

Panting against abused flesh, I resume the relentless grind, ladder bars trailing along molten walls with each purposeful stroke. “So be it then,” I growl, fingers unforgiving on her clit. “If you won’t beg for release, I’ll wring it from that luscious body whether you want it or not. The end result is the same.”

My restraining hand shifts down the curve of her shoulder, over her ribs to spread across her abdomen, feeling the outline of my cock stretching taut flesh as it buries to the root in her rapturous cunt. With masculine satisfaction, I increase the tempo, pulling her back onto me. The frenulum ladder drags over that silken ridge, chasing her orgasm’s crest ever higher. My forearm locks her thigh immobile, holding her spread as I torment her pussy with each grind, each flick of my fingertips over her clit.

Wet, obscene noises punctuate the air, mingling with the breathless mewls torn from Briar’s lips. Her silken hair thrashes, nails scoring desperate furrows across my thighs as she seeks leverage against the onslaught consuming her. Jace and Hayes observe with rapt attention, Briar’s depravity bared before their stares driving my arousal spiralling to new peaks. In the throes of it, I find myself relishing them bearing witness to every detail as I claim this defiant chit.

A brutal stroke buries my girth deeper, grinding excruciating deliberation against that spongy cluster. Briar convulses with her orgasm, a hoarse scream tearing from bitten lips as every muscle clenches, cunt spasming around my cock. My hand abandons her abdomen to slap over her mouth, muffling her.

Fuck, too loud…

Even as she writhes in ecstasy, I refuse us that fleeting reprieve. With an animalistic snarl, I increase the punishing tempo, sweat beading my brow from exertion, muscles cording as I rut against her lush backside. If she seeks to match my stamina, I’ll be forced to drive us both to oblivion until we’re a spent ruin.

I grit against the onslaught, fighting the urgency pulsing through my aching shaft. Briar’s walls continue convulsing with aftershocks, that velvet embrace rippling in delicious spasms.

I can’t… I’m so close. Need to stave off this crest a bit longer.

I register Jace’s gaze flicking up, his eyes sparking with devious intent. That bastard is scheming, I can read the cunning broadcasting from his rakish features. Dread pools in my stomach. Inhaling raggedly, I shoot Jace a warning glower to nip his depraved notion before it manifests. Yet that piercing stare only widens his wolfish grin as he leans over to mutter in Hayes’ ear.

That spiteful wanker lives to push boundaries and provoke reactions. Well, I won’t indulge his antics this time, not with pressing matters requiring focus.

Tossing my head back, I allow the obscene rhythm to reassert control. My fingers clamp harder over Briar’s mouth, stifling uninhibited moans punching free with each brutal shove of my cock. Can’t risk her drawing too much attention, don’t need a full on audience. It wouldn’t matter if we did, but personally it makes my skin crawl.

So absorbed in my cadence, I scarcely register Jace disappearing from sight underneath the table, slipping between my knees. Only when something hot and slick glides over my sac do the pieces click with mortified realisation. That utter bastard…

“Fuck’s sake! Jace, get your mouth off my— nngh, f-fuck. ”

The snarled reprimand withers as his tongue flicks the bottom rung of the frenum ladder dragging through Briar’s sloppy quim. A shudder rattles up my spine, causing her to jerk against the cradle of my hips.

My fingers spasmodically grip her jaw to stifle the shameless wail building in her throat. My other palm abandons her clit, snaking through her hair to use as an anchor to hold her while my hips grind into her ass. Every urge howls for release, reality beginning to abandon me in waves of euphoria.

“Christ, finally,” Jace rasps. “Thought his Royal Prickness might be a stone.”

I’m aware of Hayes muttering an epithet, a palm smacking something underneath the table. Probably reprimanding his lover for unilateral initiative again. But that protest fades into irrelevance beneath the heat of Jace’s mouth searing over my tightening sac, his tongue rasping the slick insides of Briar’s thighs.

I can’t… Fuck. Can’t restrain these frantic motions. Each desperate rut drags me closer to the precipice, Briar’s heat sheathing my cock with suction. Mind reeling, I’m vaguely aware of nails scoring furrows in her scalp as I twist my fingers in her hair, forcing her firmly into my pelvis so Jace can lave his tongue over her clit.

Too much stimulus with no outlet. Every muscle clenched as the first drops of seed spurt from my shaft. I ride that crescendo in abandon, jaw locked while Briar bucks her own oblivion against my thundering pelvis.

After endless suspension, the riptide releases its undertow. My fingers spasm from Briar’s lax mouth as rapture’s haze recedes, leaving me to drop back and sprawl against the leather. Panting like I’ve sprinted marathons, every inhale drags through the bouquet of musk and sweat.

So spent, I’m barely cognizant of Jace resurfacing like a lascivious seal emerging for air. That shit-eating grin reeks of insufferable smugness as he unsubtly darts his tongue out to swipe across those ruddy lips, no doubt savouring the residual droplets of Briar’s pussy.

Bloody insufferable wanker.