You're not comfortable
doing it here, are you?” he asked.
“ It’s
just . . . I feel really exposed. Everything is showing out
here in public.”
He didn’t consider this public, but he
didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. He knew she had issue with
public displays of affection. She probably didn’t want pictures of
her getting intimate with a guy like him showing up in the
tabloids. He couldn’t blame her. But when they were alone
together—even in a place like a locked restroom in an Italian
restaurant—all that shyness vanished. She became an uninhibited,
sensual creature who wanted to experience everything he gave her.
Must be the windows giving her pause. Even though no one could see
in, she could see out.
“ Baby, I promise no one can
see in through those windows.”
“ Maybe
if . . . ” She pulled her skirt down to hide
the spectacular view he'd been enjoying.
He tugged the fabric back up.
“Careful, Madi. You'll get cum on your dress.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh.”
She pushed him away. He groaned when
his cock fell free of her delightful body.
“ Sit,” she insisted,
patting the bench seat beside her.
He wondered what she planned. He hoped
she wouldn't make him put his dick away. It was so hard, he feared
it might split its skin. When he settled on the seat beside her,
she straddled his lap, facing him.
“ Put it in,” she whispered
in his ear. “No one will be able to see that you’re inside me under
my skirt.”
Including him, un-fucking-fortunately.
He wasn’t stupid enough to point out that even if a spectator
couldn’t actually see that she was impaled by him, they’d still be
able to tell what they were doing under her dress. But if she was
more comfortable doing it this way, he'd take what he could get. He
could watch the action between their bodies after the concert, when
they were alone in the hotel room and she gave herself to him
completely.
“ Can I fuck your ass
later?” he asked as her slick heat engulfed him. He loved the way
she responded to being pounded hard in the ass. He was pretty sure
she liked anal more than vaginal sex. It
makes me feel naughty , she’d whispered to
him when he’d asked her why she kept requesting back-door
entry. Make me feel naughty,
Adam.
Can do.
Madison shuddered against him, his
cock buried to the hilt inside her. “Don't talk about that now,”
she pleaded. “When you talk about it, it makes me want it and we
can't do that here.”
“ What else makes you want
it, baby? What about when we talk dirty on the phone?” he asked.
“When I call just to tell you all the dirty things I want to do to
you? Tell you how much I love to ram my cock into your hot little
ass until you beg for more?” He knew the answer; he just liked to
see her flustered. It turned him on. Just like everything about her
turned him on. The fastest way to get her flustered was to talk
dirty and try to get her to respond.
“ After you hang up, I get
into my bed and hide under the covers,” she whispered in his ear.
Her face burned hot against his.
“ Naked?” he asked. When she
didn’t answer, he pressed her. “Do you get naked under the covers,
Madison? Tell me.”
She shook her head. “With my panties
down.”
“ Do you use the toy I
bought you on yourself? Do you fuck your ass hard with it?” He
remembered when he’d given her that toy and made her use it on
herself while he’d watched. She’d been embarrassed at first and
then she’d really gotten into it. Given it to herself so good that
he’d come all over himself just watching her.
“ No,” she said close to his
ear. “I ordered a bigger toy. The little one you bought me isn’t
thick enough, not like your cock.”
“ Do you like a big, hard
cock in your ass, Madison?”
She shuddered as if the
thought had her close to orgasm. She nodded against his face. “Oh
yes. I love your big, hard cock in my ass. None of those toys feel half as good
as when you take me. You fuck