“Take what off?” he growled low in her ear. He knew what that tone of voice did to her, and the trembling of her flesh proved she was as hot and eager for him as ever.
“My panties.” She groaned as his fingers delved into the moisture pooling in her pussy.
He fisted the fabric in one hand and tugged. “These panties?”
“Yes, those. Unless you’re wearing some. Then take yours off too.”
He chuckled. “You know I always go commando, baby.”
“Good. Because I want you inside me. Hurry.”
He pinched her nipple, and she gasped.
“Maybe I don’t want to hurry,” he said. “Maybe I want to tease you a bit. Maybe I want you to beg for my cock.”
The woman was all submissive and cooperative when she was aroused. So he wasn’t really surprised when she said, “Please, Sed.” She rubbed her ass over his throbbing erection. “Slide it inside me. I want it. I want it deep inside.”
And the lady always got what she wanted. He inched her panties down her thighs, first one side, then the other, as he used one hand to remove them. His other hand was still very much occupied with her breast. Once her panties were down far enough to drop to her ankles on their own, Sed slid his hand between her legs and nibbled the back of her neck. He was rewarded with a flood of heat against his hand. He bent two fingers upward to tease her slick opening, but didn’t slide them inside. Not even when she began to moan and rock against his hand.
“Shh,” he whispered. “We’re not alone, remember?”
“I’m sure he knows what we’re doing,” Jessica said.
“But we don’t have to be obvious about it.”
“Just slide it inside, Sed. You don’t have to thrust if you’re self-conscious about it.”
Did she even realize what she was saying? He had her breast in one hand and her raw pussy in the other. There wasn’t a self-conscious bone in his entire body. Hell, he didn’t even need the trench coat. He’d have sex with her with Gary watching and taking close-up pictures on his camera phone to post on the Internet. He didn’t give a fuck about propriety. But he was concerned for Jessica and knew how delirious she became when she was turned on. She didn’t have a clue what she was asking him to do. He would be very upset if she got mad at him later because he did what she wanted.
She let go of one side of the duster and it immediately swung back. If Gary was looking their way, he would be in no doubt about what they were doing. He’d have a full view of Jessica’s bare breast in one of Sed’s hands and her slick pussy in the other. Jessica didn’t seem to care that she was exposed. Her hand moved to his crotch and massaged his length through his pants.
“Please, Sed,” she said breathlessly. “How many times do I have to beg before you take me?”
He released her breast to pull the coat around her again. “Hold the duster, and I’ll give it to you. All of it.” He bit her ear, and she shuddered.
She grabbed the leather and, as a man true to his word, he unfastened his fly and tugged his cock free. His mouth dropped open when his most sensitive skin brushed against the smooth warm flesh of her ass.
“Oh God,” she said, inhaling the words in her excitement. “I want you so bad. Hurry.”
His thoughts went thick with lust, and he became a creature of want and need. Nothing mattered but claiming her. Fucking her. She leaned forward, her hands on the sides of his coat tugging him down with her. He grabbed her hip with one hand and his throbbing dick with the other. Her pussy was sweet heaven as he dragged his cockhead through its warm moisture. She was fucking drenched. And he fucking loved that she liked having sex in unusual places as much as he did. He slipped inside her easily. And she tightened around him, her walls squeezing his tip, making his abs clench as pleasure consumed him and instinct claimed all rational thought. She relaxed around him, and he pushed deeper, pausing when she clenched again. She had the most sensational pussy on the planet. He knew that from experience.
“God, Jess,” he groaned near her ear. “Let me in.”
Instead of relaxing her amazingly strong internal muscles, she rotated her hips. His breath caught in his throat and his eyelids fluttered as sensations of pleasure rippled down his length, settling in his balls and pulsating deep inside him.
Cursing under his breath, he gripped both her hips and tugged her back, back, forcing himself deeper and deeper. Fuck, she was tight. So tight. She relaxed unexpectedly, and he claimed her last few inches, his balls bouncing delightfully against her.
“Deeper,” she insisted breathlessly. “Oh please.”
He couldn’t take her deeper in this position, but he wanted deeper too. He had at least another inch to give her.
“Hold on,” he instructed.
She reached for the edge of the balloon’s rough basket, losing her grip on the duster. Gravity kept her covered this time as she leaned forward. Once she had both the basket and the flaps of the coat secured in both hands, he removed one arm from a sleeve and wrapped it around her waist inside the coat. He then carefully lifted her feet off the ground so that she was high enough for her pelvis to be above his. He stepped forward and tugged her down, groaning as she took all of him—every inch—deep inside her. He braced himself, feet apart for balance, and tightened his leather-covered arm around her lower belly for stability. His now free hand delved between her legs, fingers seeking her clit. When he found it, he rubbed fast and vigorously, sending her flying in seconds.
Her startled cry of release was quickly stifled. He kept working her clit as her body jerked and strained against him, and her pussy clutched him harder than ever. She went limp, leaning heavily against the edge of the basket—catching her breath, her bearings.