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FIFTEEN

SYDNEE

“I promised you I’d make it up to you, and I intend to keep that promise.

Your little stunt with Colby won’t make me take it any easier on you tonight.

You’ll be giving me an orgasm too,” I whisper in Hale’s ear as the elevator takes us closer to our floor in the hotel.

My fingers draw circles on her legging-clothed ass against the elevator wall, wishing she hadn’t changed before we broke down equipment.

Glimpses of her pink thong hanging out of Colby’s back pocket while he moved across the stage all night dance in my mind.

The elevator dings, and neither of us wastes a second stepping out and away from the prying eyes of concert attendees.

We’re practically running back to our room, both out of breath when we make it to the door.

My body molds to hers against the door, kissing her breathlessly with teeth clashing and both of our hands pulling and tugging at different parts of each other’s bodies.

Words are spoken between us, but nothing coherent. My key card unlocks the door, and we stumble in. Hale doesn’t take her eyes off me for a moment as she pulls my shirt over my head. I watch her eyes rake over my body, but only for a moment before my mouth devours hers again.

She tastes like strawberry and sin, my delectable girl. A forbidden fruit that isn’t mine for the taking, but I’ll take anything that she’s willing to give me, and right now, it’s all of her.

“I want you. I need you,” she whimpers. I share her ache.

My body craves hers in inexplicable ways.

My clit throbs with desperation to feel her slickness rubbing against mine repeatedly.

My fingers itch, knowing her moisture is just one barrier away.

But even as desperate as I feel, I stop her when she begins peeling off the same leggings my fingers traced circles over not too long ago.

“Wait.”

She whines at my protest, her bottom lip jutting out. “You promised.”

“Trust me, baby. Go out on the balcony, wait for me,” I command her, knowing she’ll put up a fight. “Just trust me,” I say again when she looks at me, confused.

She doesn’t know the plans I have for her yet, but she scoots herself off the bed and pads across the hotel room carpet to the sliding glass door, making her way onto the balcony.

Standing confident, the glow of the neon lights from the fairgrounds below shine bright onto her sun-kissed skin.

She’s a masterpiece, and she looks nothing short of it in this lighting.

Reluctant to pull my eyes away, but needing to, or else I’ll never get out there, I unzip my suitcase and pull out the discreet and slender packaging that holds my brand-new wand vibrator.

It’s powerful and unused. I always buy new toys after a breakup, and this last one was no different.

I didn’t waste a second to replace my favorites when things were broken off and I knew I was coming on tour.

My past self definitely had my back, considering what I’m up to now.

I rip open the box with no regard, not wanting to waste a single second more to meet my girl on the balcony. The door remains open behind me when I join her beneath the glow. The boys will be here any time and I don’t want them to miss this sight either.

“Why did you want me out here?” she asks.

The concrete is hard beneath my knees as I crawl above her to kiss her sweet lips again, wanting to bring her mind and body back to the place we were in before I ordered her to wait for me.

“My girl deserves a pretty view while she comes,” I whisper against her lips.

“What view could be more beautiful than you?” She sighs when my hand gently grips her throat for leverage while my teeth nip her jaw.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She spreads them on command, surely assuming she’ll feel my hand at any moment. I press the head of the vibrator against her clothed center, and her body jolts when it buzzes to life.

Her clit is hard and swollen against the silky material, and in this position, it’s exposed directly to the fabric.

“Goddamn, Sydnee,” she cries, breaking away from my kiss against her skin to look down between us.

Her eyes follow my movements, where my hand drags the wand up and down the seam of her leggings, knowing the seam is vibrating every part of her gorgeous pussy.

She chews at her bottom lip that’s pulled tightly between her teeth while whimpering explicit curses and doing nothing more than watching me at first, but my girl gets greedy.

Hale tries to pull away to remove her leggings before I stop her.

“No, leave them on,” I say, placing the vibrator back on her clit. She grinds against the toy but doesn’t waste a second to ask why.

“You’re going to come for me with them on. I want to see your tight little pussy make a mess for me through them.”

She throws her head back on a moan, my words undoubtedly working their way beneath her skin, exactly as I wished for them to.

With both hands flat on the concrete beneath us, her hips begin to work for her, rubbing herself against the wand and finding the rhythm her body craves, all while I hover over her beautiful body and watch the pleasure build within her features.

“What is it, baby? Is it the vibrator?”

She shakes her head in response as her knees begin to wobble, but I don’t hesitate to spread them back open.

“Hm. Is it being out in the open, so close to the fairgrounds, where anyone could hear you come for me?”

Another moan rips through her chest at that, and when I look down, I can see the dark grey pressed against her core beginning to spread.

“You look so good like this, wanton and needy, desperate to come for me.”

Hale’s eager nod is aggressive. She’s struggling through her heightening release, and I don’t help the fact when I bend down, pushing her bra down with me to pull a taut pink nipple between my teeth.

“Scream for me. Scream for me while you come and soak through your fucking leggings. Give them the encore they didn’t know they wanted, baby,” I tell her through a clenched jaw before sucking my lips around her skin too.

The added pressure to her clit with the wand sets her off, and I can feel her body convulse under me.

Each time she jerks, her nipple is pulled against my teeth, adding a bite to her pleasure.

When I sit back, I see it. I see the mess she’s made and the puddle beneath her.

The soaked leggings at her center. I know her folds are just begging to be licked to calm the nerves after the orgasm.

I can see it in her eyes. But I didn’t promise her calm.

I promised her I’d make it up to her, and I’m going to do that the only way I know how.