Page 111 of Unhinged Kallie

“I think your plan to freak everyone out is working,” he whispered as we swayed on the dance floor.

“I wonder if I should get on my knees and pull your cock out.” Carter sucked in a sharp breath as I rubbed myself against his body.

“Okay, that may get us arrested, which will give your father a coronary, but…” Carter looked around. “I have an idea.”

I laughed as Carter gripped my hand, and we weaved through all the disgusted stares. We stepped out front, and the photographer was gone, most likely inside, taking photos of everyone dancing. He dragged me to the coat room and peered inside. The girl working it earlier was gone, at least for now. Carter pulled me inside and locked the door, then pulled down on the metal grate and locked it into place before turning to gaze at me.

My pulse skyrocketed to the moon with his attention focused on me. Grabbing a coat from the rack, he threw it on the ground.

“Pull your dress up,” Carter ordered.

I loved this side of his personality, and I’d been waiting for him to let it out. Slowly, I pulled the hem up, and Carter glanced at the knives strapped to my legs but said nothing.

“That’s my Trouble,” he praised, and I knew without touching myself that he was already making me wet.

“Unzip my pants and pull my cock out,” he said. Salivating to have him in my mouth, I moved as fast as I could to release him from the confines of his pants. “Ah, ah, ah, don’t stroke me. I didn’t give you permission.” I grudgingly let go. It was so fucking tempting to bend over and slip him into my mouth.

Carter nodded to the back of the room. “Go sit in the chair.”

I glanced back at him as I walked to the chair and sat down. He followed but stayed out of reach. It was annoying and yet wise. I really wanted to touch the large cock sticking out of his pants. My eyes were glued to it, and my kitty flexed with the thought of him thrusting into me.

“Good, now feet up and spread your legs. I want to watch you finger my pussy.”

Scooting down in the chair, I lifted my legs and spread them in a wide V before pulling the thin string of my thong aside to show him what he wanted.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growled, his hand wrapped around his shaft and slowly stroked. I could come just watching him get off. Sucking on two of my fingers, I got them good and wet before slipping them between my widely spread thighs.

“You like watching?”

“Yes.”

“So do I,” I said and couldn’t take my eyes off his hand as it traveled up and down his hard length. He squeezed at the end, and a drop of precum formed. I licked my lips, wanting it to be in my mouth instead.

“Yeah, that’s it. Stuff those fingers in there, my naughty girl. Who owns that pussy?”

“You do.” I was breathing heavily, the orgasm already starting to build. I could fuck him all day and night, and it never felt like enough.

“You sure about that? No other guys you want to fuck?”

“What would you do if I said yes?”

“I’d tie you up and fuck you until my name was the only one you could remember, and then I’d have to find him and kill him,” Carter said very matter of fact, and my mouth dropped open.

“You’d kill to keep my pussy all to yourself?”

“Yes, now move your hand,” he growled and knelt between my legs. Gripping my inner thighs, he opened them wider and ran his tongue along my sensitive lips. “Keep that thong out of my way,” Carter ordered.

His tongue was so incredibly talented, and I was panting hard and running my other hand through his hair as the orgasm raced for completion. I pressed his face harder into my needy pussy, his tongue driving deep into me, but just when I knew I would crest over that peak, he pulled back.

“No, please don’t stop,” I begged, my ass wiggling on the seat.

“Get up, naughty girl.”

I was aching, my entire body throbbing with the need to release, and watching him undo his suit jacket and dress shirt was a slow, torturous striptease that I could watch all night long. My body shuddered when Carter popped that last button, and the material parted. All I could see was his hard abs and chest, with Kal peeking out.

“Good, now walk to the door,” he said, sitting on the chair I’d just occupied.

I didn’t know what he was up to, but I would do whatever he said as long as he didn’t unlock the door like at the damn movie theater.