Page 172 of Just Wait

My knot throbs, and I move to work her clit.

“Do you know how badly I ache to fuck you full of me?” I ask, keeping my voice low. “I’m dying to slam every drop of my cum into that bruised little cervix of yours.” I bump my cheek to hers. “You like it deep. Don’t you, baby girl?” She moans, and I bring my free hand to cover her mouth. “Fuck yeah, you do.”

She licks my palm, and I can feel the curve of her smile against my skin.

Lumen is perfect.

Everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.

I pick up speed on her swollen nub and slide my other hand from her mouth to her throat.

“You open to this, sweetheart?” I give her a little squeeze. The way she strangles my cock says she enjoys it, but I let up. “I’m going to need a yes or no.”

“Yes,” she says, pulling her tank top and bra down until her tits pop out. She flicks her fingers over her nipples. “I’m so close…again. It’s usually hard for me to get there once, let alone twice, but your piercings are magical.”

I smirk, but she swivels her hips just right, and my pleasure builds ridiculously fast. Speeding up, I apply more pressure to her nub while simultaneously praying for a miracle.

I can’t come before she gets another one in.

“Come on, Lumen. I need to feel you wring my cock again,” I whisper, giving her throat another squeeze. “Be my good girl and soak me in your cunt.”

Her back falls against my chest, and she gets so much slicker.

I take that as my signal that she’s close. Bucking up into her, I do everything I can to destroy her as thoroughly as she’s destroying me.

Knowing there are people just on the other side of the curtain amps up the naughty factor, and my balls tighten.

I let up on Lumen’s neck.

The key is never to cut off a partner’s breathing. It’s all about applying pressure to restrict blood flow, which gives a slight lightheaded, euphoric feeling. No pressure should ever be focused on the front of the throat, and I don’t want to get too lost in the moment and fuck up.

Pleasure rips through my nerve endings with no additional warning, and I lock my muscles tight.

I’m too foggy, and she feels too good.

My instincts scream to breed and bite her. It’s so fucking bizarre, but I give in to the fantasy, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from blurting out the insanity that’s running through my mind.

Lumen shakes against my chest, getting louder by the second.

I bring my hand up, clamping over her mouth to muffle the sound.

The curtain rips open on the side opposite us, and I freeze.

Parish pushes Wren inside with his hands on her hips. He doesn’t even look up as he pulls the curtain closed without breaking their kiss. Backing her toward the booth on the other side of the table, he ignores the two of us, even though I’m sure he knows we’re here.

Lumen gasps against my palm, and I chuckle, tucking her skirt over her lap to cover the fact I’m buried inside her.

Parish guides Wren to lie down, their legs hanging off the edge as he stretches out over her.

“This is nothing,” I say close to Lumen’s ear. “You should have seen the bus in the old days.”

Lumen pulls up her shirt and bra, snorting.

It makes her core clench around my cock, and I growl.

Parish raises a hand over the table, flipping me off without pulling his tongue from Wren’s mouth.

Lumen’s back shakes against my chest as she laughs, and I study her face.