now, you're pretty damn close. We're not playing around anymore, Katya. If you want this to stop, now is a good time to say so,” he urged her. She combed her fingers through his hair, pulling a little.
“I never want this to stop.”
One of his hands was groping her ass, and the other made its way up her back. It was only one hand, and his left one at that, but he managed to undo the clasp on her bra. It didn't feel strange at all, being almost naked in a bar, where there were other people sitting not ten feet away from her. She didn't even think about it, just let the lace and satin fall to the bench beside them.
“God, you're so smooth. You're going to feel so amazing,” he groaned before cupping her left breast, raising the nipple to his mouth. He pinched his teeth around the tightened peak before sucking it into his mouth.
“I want to feel you,” she gasped, suddenly realizing she was almost naked and he was still fully clothed.
She began tearing at his clothing, almost strangling him with his shirt. He'd barely pulled it free of his head before she was kissing him again, sighing at the feeling of her chest rubbing against naked skin. When he lifted his hands to cup both breasts, she leaned away, looking over his body. His tan flowed unmarred across his chest and abdomen, and as she pulled apart his belt, she saw that it definitely continued under his pants.
She was too impatient, and – to be honest – a little too nervous to deal with the intricacies that were his button fly, so she moved her trembling fingers out of the way and left him to it while she went back to kissing him. His mouth, his jaw, his neck. Her hands wandered everywhere, feeling the hard plains of his chest, the smooth muscles behind his shoulders. While she worked on giving him a hickey, he grabbed one of her hands, and before she realized what was happening, her fingers were against something very hard.
“ Now you're feeling me,” he growled as her hand wrapped around the base of his dick.
“Oh god,” she moaned, pressing her forehead to his as she looked down between their bodies. His erection stood up between them, looking imposing in the dim lighting. He had to at least be seven inches, if not more, and felt hefty in her hand. Thick and hard.
“I did not expect tonight to go like this,” he started to pant as her hand moved up and down.
“Me, neither. Am I really about to have sex in the middle of a room full of people?” she mumbled, writhing against him.
“You sure as shit are.”
He jerked forward suddenly, startling her and forcing her to lean backwards. She let go of him and went to brace a hand against the table behind her, then felt something against her fingers. The water bottles. She glanced back and managed to grab one before he started pulling her upright, untwisting the cap as they moved. His hand was between them, his fingers running along the side of her panties, pushing them to the side, lightly touching against her slick skin.
Then, just as she lifted the bottle to her lips, something a lot bigger replaced his fingers. She wasn't quite prepared for the jerk he gave her hips, forcing her down a little, and she almost choked on the water. As it was, the cool liquid spilled over the side of her lips. Ran down her jaw, along her neck, then trailed to the very tip of her breast. His mouth was there to catch it, licking at the trail all the way back to her throat. By the time he'd gotten the last of it, she was sitting flat on his lap, so full with him, she couldn't remember what it felt like to be empty.
“ Fuck, ” was all he managed to say. It was better than her – all Katya could manage to do was shiver and shake.
You're having sex in a … no, wait. Fucking. You are fucking some guy in a sex club. Holy fucking shit, you're fucking fucking someone. Fuck.
Talk about surreal. She could only moan and pant and whimper as he began pushing and pulling at her hips. Thrusting up against her. It took her a