Page 169 of Just Wait

My cock is fully hard, pushing against my zipper almost painfully. She works her ass into my jeans, spins in my hold, grabs the front of my tank top, and tugs until I dip my mouth to hers.

The bossy little thing tries to control the kiss, but she should know better.

A feral growl rattles from my chest as my hand weaves into her hair and the other snakes up the back of her skirt, cupping her ass. She must be wearing a thong or tiny panties because I get a handful of bare skin.

The scent of sweet pears and roses tickles my nose with every inhale. That’s not going to help when I’ve been so on edge.

Lumen moans, digging her fingers into my shirt. She grinds against my thigh until all I can smell is her pussy.

This area of the club is crazy.

The VIP tables have curtains that can be pulled to fully block them from view. There’s a foot or two that’s visible near the floor, since they don’t fully touch the ground, but I can work with that.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I growl, pulling back from our kiss. “All I can smell is your pussy.”

“Yeah?” She grins seductively. “What are you going to do about it?”

I slide into the booth as Lumen glances around now that the curtain is pulled.

There’s a small pocket between the table and the curtain, possibly to give the servers a place to stand while they’re refilling drinks.

I give the table a little shove closer to the other side of the bench and grab Lumen’s hand. She takes the step up onto the booth, and I twist to the side, grabbing her hips and lifting her.

She settles on her knees over me, our mouths meeting for a frantic kiss. Her hands fall to my belt, and she gets the front of my jeans open with little effort.

The back of the booth is thankfully pretty high, providing a safe feeling.

Music, laughter, and talking spill through the curtain. It’s a crazy reminder that there’s a club filled with people only five feet away.

I’ve fucked in some pretty questionable spots over the years, but this might take the cake for the most insane quickie location.

Damn.

I should have recruited one of the guys to watch the curtain to make sure no overzealous fans pop in.

Lumen’s hand slides down the front of my jeans. Her warm skin wraps around my length, and I’m grateful I skipped boxer briefs tonight.

I push up and shove my jeans down enough that my zipper won’t cause any issues.

“You smell so good,” she whispers.

Our breath mingles, and she circles my crown with her thumb before breaking the kiss to bring it to her mouth.

She licks it and moans. “You taste amazing too.”

I groan and tease my hands up her skirt until my fingers brush the thin straps of her panties sitting high on her hips.

Bumping her cheek, I get close to her ear. “How pissed would you be if I ripped you out of these?”

“Do it.” Lumen’s free hand lands on my jaw, and she pushes her mouth to mine. As her teeth rake over my lip, I weave my arms through hers.

Damn.

Those are the sexy little panties I bought at the boutique.

Oh, well.

The fabric rips apart with barely any effort, and I move to the other side before tugging them free. Pushing up again, I shove them into the back pocket of my jeans, which takes more effort than I expect.