Page 30 of Risk
“I thought it was breakfast tomorrow.”
“And I thought you had plans for the rest of your life.”
She whimpers when I suck on her neck again. “Fuck, Mason. Why…” I lick her again and blow hot breath against her skin. “Oh my god,” she squeaks. “What are you doing to me?”
“Negotiating,” I kiss her throat. “Begging.” I nip her earlobe. The sun set twenty minutes ago, and the streetlights finally turns on around us. “Want me on my knees, Princess?” Before she answers, I sink down on the asphalt.
“Oh my God, Mason. What are you doing?”
I already told her. “Negotiating.” I spread her legs open a little wider for me. “Begging.” Lifting the hem of her shirt, I kiss her fluttering belly. “Say yes to me, Princess.”
“Yes to what?” Her knees nearly give out again when I nip the inside of her thigh. Looking up, I catch her scanning the area around us. Is she scared of getting caught or hoping we will?
Bad girl.
“Say yes to me.”
Leah gives in with a sigh. “Yes.”
I nuzzle her pussy, inhaling her scent through the flimsy cotton shorts.
I wasn’t lying earlier when I told her I’ve never felt more like myself with another person before. This is who I am. This is who I’ve always had to hide from the world. But Leah? She gets it. She enjoys the way the world spins around us, always threatening to catch us, forever keeping us on our toes.
We might run in different circles, but we’re the same in at least one thing: Putting on a show turns us on.
I shove my finger into her cunt, making her gasp. “What are you saying yes to, Princess?”
“You.” She tips her head back, enjoying my touch. “You and dinner. You and… fuck…” Leah arches to give me better access. “You… just you, X.”
X. I can’t say I hate her using that pseudonym for me. If anything, it lets me know when we’re in a game or not.
“Does my dirty little Princess like getting finger-banged in public?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, X.”
I rise to my feet and pump my finger into her harder. “Such a bad girl, getting off in the parking lot where she might get caught.”
“Y-you’ll get caught too.”
I lean in and suck the sensitive skin on her neck again. “I know.”
“Mmph.” Leah turns to putty in my arms. “I’m so close.”
I add a second digit, stretching her out a little more, filling her up. “Don’t be too loud. I’m not ready to share your screams yet.”
Leah goes rigid an instant before her pussy clamps down on my fingers, squeezing them, pulsing with a vice grip. “That’s my good girl,” Christ, feeling how tight she grips me is gonna make me blow my load. “God… damn.”
Once she’s ridden her climax and melts against my car, I slip my hand out of her shorts and suck my fingers off.
“Holy crap, Mason.” She holds her chest, catching her breath.
“Kiss me.” I lean down. When she doesn’t take my mouth, I arch my brow. “Please, Princess?”
My good manners pay off. Leah closes the tiny distance between us and our lips fuse.