She walked ahead of him. Her misfortune of the night fell back on her desire to play the part with Loy. She’d dressed in a red plaid skirt, white blouse and cream stockings. Now, Evan planned to parade her around and make her pay for such a mistake.
By the expressions washing over many faces in the room and by the need-ridden stares some of the Doms there gave her, he might wish later he’d reconsidered. Peyton stopped before they reached the dance floor, stepped out of the way long enough for a group to pass.
“I’m going to lick your pussy right here in front of everyone,” he said.
She called out over her shoulder. “Really, Evan. You need to learn to keep that wicked tongue of yours in your mouth.”
Some words should never leave a woman’s mouth.
Evan grabbed her hips and moved her into one of the many hidden alcoves lining the walls of the club. The semi-private spaces were somewhat secluded because of the partitions but if anyone walked closer and looked down, the acts of sex were easily witnessed, if anyone wanted to check for confirmation. At Clink, even curious cats seldom approached a couple in the throes of passion.
“Evan, if you think I’m going to fuck you here, then you’re wrong.”
His lips brushed past hers, and he pressed her against the wall. Holding her lower half with his left hand, he gripped her hip bone and simulated the sex act as he moved into her over and over again. His eyes flickered with out of control lust.
The music in the club maintained a certain beat, and her head swam. It filled the club with a creative aphrodisiac. Peyton felt alive. Her nerve endings were sensitive to his touch, and everywhere his fingers caressed, she immediately craved his kiss.
His lips fell to her neck, and he growled as he kissed the same places where Kane’s lips had once been. Three love marks were planted across her neck, and he licked past them as his cock pressed into her center. The hard rod pleaded for the act itself. A little grind here or there didn’t quite manage to accommodate.
Evan rocked her body against his as her hands settled, without a grip, against his shoulders. He framed her face and didn’t just make love to her mouth but he fucked it with his tongue, making sure those who watched understood what kind of actions backed up his kind of kiss.
She stood on her tip-toes when he released her and wrapped her arms around his neck. With a wicked grin, he nibbled at her lips. “Liked that, did ya?”
“I want more, Evan.” She swallowed realizing what she asked him when he lifted her skirt.
Before she realized how quickly he worked, Evan’s cock was out of his pants, and he dragged her body from one side to another against the length of his hard-on. With a slight warning, only one, he fisted her hair in his hand, and he kissed her still deeper than she was ever kissed in public. At the same time, he penetrated her. A slight impalement, but his cock moved inside of her nonetheless.
“Evan,” she whispered. “Everyone is watching.”
“Honey, they might watch but most of them are doing the same thing we’re doing, and if they aren’t, they will be by the time I’m through with you.”
He jerked her hips forward, and began to move with her. He bit his lower lip and tilted his head back and watched her. The look he gave her was one meant to inspire orgasms. He gritted his teeth and his upper lip curled like it pleasured and pained him to finally get his cock inside of her. His thick dick ripped through her channel, and he shot her a devilish grin before he began to grind.
“Now, this is heaven.”
A sigh and a grunt left his lips, and they both looked down on the obvious act of sex. He pulled out long enough to let her see her own juices covering his shaft and then he yanked her legs around his waist.
“Heaven help me, Peyton. I’m going to fuck you hard right here.”
“Evan, everyone is-”
“Horny,” he said.
She felt like honey one minute and satin the next. He should have been ashamed to put her on display like this but she should’ve known better than to ever walk through this club without one of them with her. He had to let the men here know who she was and what she meant to him.
His cock moved in and out of her as he worked for release. Oh God, she felt better than any woman he’d ever experienced. Her pussy milked his cock as he moved into her and her inner thighs gripped him tight. He’d never had a woman’s legs hold him so close. Peyton knew how to work her body for a man’s pleasure.
Braden or Kane should’ve spanked her silly for her stunt. She deserved a good spanking for an act like she pulled. A hard hit to her ass and maybe she’d learn to think things through. His knowledge now drove him crazy. She’d never walk in there again without a Cartwell on her arm. And he’d never fuck another woman again without her name on his lips.
Yeah, she needed to think twice before her actions drew all sorts of reactions and lingering consequences. He refused to think at all now. He just wanted to fuck.
“Damn, you’re tight, Peyton.” He pressed his lips against hers and forced her to open her mouth with his greedy tongue. His cock continued to stroke at her walls while his tongue claimed hers. He placed his hands on both sides of her head, and pumped his kiss into her mouth, and his cock straight into her tight little snatch.
“I’m coming,” Peyton said.
“The hell you are.” He withdrew then, and dropped to the floor, his tongue parting the same folds his cock left unattended. He sucked on her clit and rolled it back and forth with his lips and tongue while she moaned. He watched as she tilted her head to the side enjoying the way he ate her pussy. “Oh yeah baby,” he mumbled against her mound. “You can come for me now.”
“Kane… Braden…”
“Wrong fucking brother.” He swiped her pussy harder this time.
She pointed. “No, Evan. They’re here.”
He jerked her down then and glared at her. “What do you mean they’re here?” Realizing, his denim butt would show from the side of the partitioned wall, he started to stuff his cock back in his pants. “They’re here?”
“Yeah, walking around. Here!”
“Shit.” He yanked her skirt down and grabbed some tissue from the wall dispenser. He took the time to clean her up some and tossed the paper into the small wastebasket. “Mother fucker!”
Her eyes danced with mischief, and she stroked the front of his jeans. “Wanna have some fun?”
He grabbed her wrists. “No, they’ll kill me.”
“Have it your way.” She started to stand and he jerked her back down.
“Peyton, this is not a game here. They’ll throw a public fit and drag you out of here.”
“Trust me. I know all this, but first they’re going to have to watch. Come on.” She grabbed his hand and kept her head low, moving them toward the more intimate area of the club. The loft was a social domain where public sex acts were guaranteed to continue with few interruptions.
They slid into a corner booth, and Evan watched his little vixen come alive. “I’m going to spank you for this,” he told her as she hiked her skirt and sat down on his lap.
“Just get those damn pants down,” she said over her shoulder. “I’m wetter than the Mississippi River, and I don’t care who sees us now.”
Evan moved her hair to the side and exposed the nape of her neck. “Darlin’, isn’t that the whole idea?” He chuckled as he unhooked his belt and let the zipper fall. Tugging his cock from the opening, he slid right into her pussy.
“Hmmm…” Peyton gripped his knees and arched her back as she bucked against him. Even though her pretty little skirt and the large table in front of them hid a lot of the act, no one would second guess whether or not his cock was inside of her.
“Damn you, Peyton for being such a little slut in public.” He grabbed her hips and fucked her hard. His vision blurred but he saw his brothers clearly on the floor below them. Braden’s fists clenched at his sides, and Kane’s eyes filled with knowledge.