Mia looks up at him with pleading eyes. “Dance with me.”
Sighing, Ben rubs a hand down his face, but lets Mia lead him out onto the floor. Tessa tugs against Luke’s hand.
“No fucking way.”
She puts her hand on her hip. “Really? Would you like me to go out there alone and let some sweaty creeper grind up against me? I’ll let them, Luke. If you don’t dance with me, I’ll, ah!”
Luke picks her up and carries her through the crowd, mumbling something about Tessa driving him crazy.
Laughing, Beth lifts her head from my chest and looks up at me. Her nose wrinkles. “We don’t have to dance if you don’t want to.”
I don’t answer her. Not with words anyway.
Grabbing her hand, I lead her through the crowd out into the middle of the dance floor. She spins around, putting my front to her back, and starts moving her hips, grinding her ass against my dick. I splay my hands over her flat stomach, moving with her. I don’t dance to shit like this, but I do know how to fuck, and that’s basically what we’re doing. She drops her head back against my chest, moaning when I dig my fingers into her hips. Her hands are in my hair, my lips are on her skin, kissing the line of her neck. No one is paying attention to us. I have no idea where Ben and Luke are with their women.
I want her. Right now. Right here.
My mouth presses against her ear as my hands move underneath her shirt. “Are you wet, sweetheart?”
She gasps. Her eyes roll closed. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to finger you right here?” I slide my hand an inch lower, teasing the top of her shorts. Her stomach clenches against my hand. “I’ll do it. I don’t care if anyone sees us.”
“No.”
“No?” I kiss below her ear. She shudders. “I think you’re lying. I think you want my fingers inside your tight little pussy so bad you fucking ache right now.”
She spins around and grabs my face, crashing her mouth against mine, devouring me. She bites my lip. “The only thing I want near my pussy is this dirty mouth.” She palms my cock. “And this. Do you ache for me?”
I groan, pushing more of myself into her hand. Fuck, Beth. “You know I do.”
Tearing through the crowd, I pull her down the dark hallway leading to the back exit. I could fuck her outside in the alley. Press her tight body against the brick and make her scream in the dark. Beth apparently has other ideas.
“Here.” She pulls my hand, stopping in front of the men’s room. “The women’s room will be packed.”
I swing the door open, only seeing one pair of feet.
Works for me.
Taking the farthest stall away from the occupied one, I lock the door and begin ripping Beth’s shorts off.
“Why didn’t you wear a dress?” I whisper.
She wiggles out of her panties and pops the button on my jeans. “Why didn’t you?”
“Funny.”
Lifting her, guiding her legs around my waist, I clamp my hand over her mouth, pull my dick out, and slide in the first inch.
So wet. Always so wet.
“Fuck, Beth. I need this.”
Her eyes roll closed. Moaning against my hand, she digs her nails into my shoulders, tilts her hips, wanting more of me, until . . .
“Mm.”
I freeze, not all the way inside her. Beth’s eyes flash open as her head tilts up, looking above us. I lower my hand as another moan comes from the occupied stall.
“Oh my God,” Beth whispers through a laugh. “Do you think he’s jerking off?”
“Oh, oh, mm,” a female voice softly cries.
My eyes widen. “Nope.”
Shit. We should’ve gone for the back exit. I could be buried balls deep inside her right now without a fucking audience.
I begin to pull out, figuring we’re done here. Beth tightens her legs around my waist and grabs my neck.
“Don’t. Keep going,” she urges breathlessly. Blush reddens her skin. Her eyes wander from my face.
Well, look at that.
I duck my head, forcing her to look at me as I slide my cock back inside her, as I give her exactly what she’s asking for. “Dirty girl,” I whisper against her hair. “You want to hear them while I fuck you? Are you gonna get off on that?”
Another moan has Beth clenching down on me. She lets out a ragged breath, drops her head back against the stall, and gasps when I thrust into her hard. “Yes, yes, I want it,” she softly groans, squeezing me so damn tight I feel it in my spine.
More noises ring out around us, but nothing I’m hearing comes close to the filthy sounds Beth is giving me. She grabs my face, kissing me, sucking on my tongue as her legs begin to shake. I fuck her harder, slapping her back against the stall.
A strangled groan resonates in the air. “Ben, your dick, God, I love it. Give it to me. Give me that massive cock.”
I suck in a sharp breath. No. No no no no no. Please, God, let there be another Ben in this club. Don’t let him say . . .
“Mia,” the dude groans. No, Ben fucking groans, like an asshole, getting off three stalls down from me. You’ve got to be fucking . . .
“God, you’re fucking wet, baby. You want this dick? Huh? You want it right here? Fucking this sweet pussy?”
Mia gasps, moaning, “I want it everywhere.”
Fuck my life.
I lean back to look at Beth, to see if she’s reacting the same way I am, but she starts rocking her hips, clawing at my arms, riding my dick like she’s never been this turned on before. She drops a hand between us and starts rubbing her clit. My dick swells, my brain shuts off.