“Smart choice.”
Cash took her into his arms, dancing in place with her. When he rubbed his cock against her bared belly, her hands slid around his waist, pressing back against him, her fingers holding onto his belt loops. He slowly became aware she was watching something behind him. Skillfully, he turned them as they danced to see what she was staring at.
Train had taken his shirt off and unbuttoned Jewell’s top; they were dancing skin to skin. Rider and Stori had deserted the dance floor, going for the couch. His hand was between the woman’s splayed thighs, finger-fucking her to the beat of the music.
“They aren’t shy, are they?”
“No.” He diverted her attention by sliding his hand under the bottom of her skirt. She wrenched his hand away, but not before he noticed something different.
“Are you wearing a thong?” His cock nearly burst his zipper at the thought.
Turning her around sharply, he said, “Come on; I have something cool to show you.” He went to a door and opened it. The short hallway seemed to last forever until he finally opened the door at the end. He ushered her inside the room, leaving the door open.
“What’s so cool about it? It’s just a bedroom.”
“I’ll show you later.” He pivoted on his heel, his hands going to her waist. Not wasting any time, he starting tugging down her skirt.
She wiggled her hips to help his progress and stepped out of the tiny skirt. Cash released an appreciative whistle at the sight before him. The tiny, black-leather panties were a brief patch over her pussy. He could see her fiery curls peeking out the side. The leather bra top was a perfect match for the thong.
“Tell Sex Piston I’ll give her cash for the outfit. She’s not getting it back,” he said hoarsely.
He stalked her as she teasingly backed away from him. When she would have fallen onto the leather couch at the end of the room, Cash caught her, spinning her around.
Not giving her time to react, he used his body to maneuver her to the end of the couch then pressed her over the arm, her ass tilted up to him.
“You’re lucky Shade keeps his toys locked up. I’m going tomorrow to buy a paddle. This ass of yours is the best I’ve ever seen.” His palm ran over her ripe bottom. The only thing wrong with it was it needed his palm print, which he was about to rectify.
His first smack on her bottom had her trying to rise up.
“Stay still.”
The second, she released a small squeak but didn’t move. By the fourth, she was moaning. He plunged a finger into her tight pussy to find her soaking wet.
“My little fox likes her ass whipped, doesn’t she?”
When she didn’t answer other than to lift her ass higher, he smacked her again, harder.
“Yes.” Her answer satisfied him.
Not wanting to disappoint her, he gave her three more while driving his finger deeper inside her. When he couldn’t take any more and her ass was a pretty pink, he removed his finger, unzipping his jeans.
He placed his cock at her opening, leaving the thong on. The sexy underwear nearly made him come before he could stroke himself inside her steaming pussy.
His hand went to her hair as the primitive feelings of conquering the woman underneath him had him losing control. His movements became rougher as he drove them toward a climax he tried to contain, but the sexy image of her in the heels and black leather undermined his control. Burying himself as deep as he could go in her pussy, he came when he felt her climax on his dick.
His hand smoothed over her dream catcher tat while using his hand in her hair to lift her limp body from the couch. A feeling of possessiveness came over him.
“Don’t think I’ll ever let you get away from me again. There isn’t an army or brother of yours who can accomplish that. I’ve let you have your space because I know you fell for me when you were a kid and I hurt you, but that’s over.” He held her still when she would have skittered away from him.
“Are you still in love with me?” Silence met his question, but Cash hadn’t expected anything less from his vixen. “That’s okay. You don’t have to admit a damn thing.”
His hands went to the zipper between her breasts, sliding it down until the cups fell away, revealing her breasts.
“Want to see what’s cool now?”
Cautiously, she nodded.
“Take your heels off.” Cash hated to see her take the shoes off, promising himself that he would fuck her in them again by morning.
When she removed the shoes, he helped her slide off the thong, tucking it into his jean pocket. He wasn’t taking a chance she would give them back. He planned to find out where Sex Piston had bought them and buy her every fucking color.
He shed his own clothes before going to the bathroom door where he motioned for her to come inside. The best part of the night was about to begin.