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“What would you have done if I felt you up in front of everyone at the party tonight?”
Oh, fuck. Just when I thought my pulse couldn’t race any faster. “Let you.”
“Because you like the idea of all those eyes on you.”
I nodded.
“Say it.”
My throat was so dry. I licked my lips. “At night, I finger myself to the fantasy of a roomful of people watching you fuck me.”
“Because?”
“Because I’m a dirty, cock hungry slut.” Things I’d only ever muttered in my own head. Things I didn’t expect to ever say to someone else.
And the way Oz watched me, I’d say it again and again.
He tightened his grip on my throat and moved his other hand between my legs, to glide his fingers inside me again.
The penetration was incredible, but it wasn’t going to get me off. My clit begged for attention and my thoughts were made of cotton candy.
“Finger me, please?” I begged. “Play with my clit until I come.”
He slid his fingers out of me and up, to tease my swollen bud as he lightly choked me. I was teetering so precariously on the edge that it didn’t take much to push me over into orgasm.
Climax racked my body, shuddering through me until my body was too sensitive to take anymore. I tried to pull away, but he didn’t let up. I squirmed. This was too much, but it was also incredible.
Oz finally eased up.
I barely had enough time to draw a breath, before he rolled a condom on and thrust his cock inside me. He pinned my knees to my chest, gripping my thigh with one hand, and moving his thumb back to my clit.
He built to a slow rhythm, easing off each time I drew close to orgasm again, then pushing harder, both with the fucking and the fingering.
“God, your cunt’s so fucking tight.” He sounded like he was on the edge of losing control.
I squeezed around him, delighting in his groan.
He increased his pressure on my clit, stroking until I came again, clenching hard, spasming with him buried inside me. He thrust harder. Faster. Slamming against me with abandon. Pushing me deeper and deeper into pleasure.
I was lost in all of it when his stuttered grunts reached me, and he gave a few final thrusts, before slowing to a stop.
Our breathing was the only sound in the room for several seconds. Oz let go of my legs and rested his hands on either side of my head as he brushed his lips lightly over mine.
“You’re so incredible,” he murmured.
I might have blushed at that, but my skin must already be flushed and bright pink from the exertion.
He kissed me again. “Don’t move.”
I couldn’t if I wanted to.
He vanished into the bathroom, and a moment later he returned with a washcloth. He was so gentle as wiped my face clean, and then moved between my legs.
There was no way we were both going to fit in my bed, but he made it work, pulling me into him and holding me tight.
I rested my forehead on his chest and danced my fingers over his skin, memorizing every texture and letting myself be wrapped in this cocoon of warmth and security.
“Is that a typical fantasy for you?” He asked softly.
