“Oh, damn.” Her silky-soft fingers caressed his aching dick after she managed to free him from his jeans. He assisted by pushing his jeans down his hips but not before retrieving a condom from his wallet. “Put it on me,” he commanded, handing her the foil packet.
Cheyenne didn’t hesitate before sheathing him in the latex.
“Now hold on,” he told her as he lifted her off her feet, pressing her back into the wall. Her legs came around him and he situated her so that he could guide himself into her slick, warm pussy.
“Brendon.” The way she said his name, more of a moan than a word, made him eager to slam into her. He managed to take his time, sliding into her slowly while he devoured her mouth. Once he was fully seated inside her, he began pumping his hips.
In order to get more traction, Brendon broke the kiss and gripped her ass tighter. Watching the desire as it passed over her face was intoxicating. It was almost as good as a fucking orgasm. He continued to drive inside her, increasing his pace, doubling the power of his thrust. Cheyenne’s nails dug into his shoulders as she held on, and when her eyes opened to meet his, he saw more than he expected to see looking back at him.
It made him wild, desperate to possess her in every possible way.
“Fuck me,” Cheyenne demanded, her voice soft, but insistent. “Fuck me hard, Bren.”
“Oh, hell.” Brendon began pounding into her, fucking her hard, nailing her to the wall. The only thing that could’ve been better would have been if she were naked. Since this was the next best thing, he tried not to think about how beautiful her tits would look bouncing freely while he hammered her.
“Oh, God, Bren. It’s too good. Harder. Please.”
He wasn’t sure he could fuck her any harder than he was, but he did his best. Her pussy was a silken heaven milking his cock, her muscles tightening as he slammed into her.
“Are you gonna come for me, Chey?”
“If you keep … doin’ … that,” she said, her words broken by his brutal thrusts.
Brendon wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to hold out, but he would if she needed him to. Hell, at this rate, he wasn’t sure they’d make it back to her place before he would be ready to take her again.
“Bren! Oh, God!”
He loved that she didn’t try to keep quiet. She obviously didn’t care that anyone walking by could and would hear her. Not that the hallway was overly populated, but he was sure someone would likely venture down there sooner or later.
And he couldn’t have cared less.
“That’s it, Chey. Milk my dick, baby. Oh, yes.”
Cheyenne’s head tilted back, the smooth column of her neck tensed as she swallowed, crying out as her orgasm slammed into her. So many sensations—the bite of her fingernails, the delicious sound of her pleasure, and the amazing feel of her pussy tightening around his dick—all crashed together as he drilled into her hard and fast until he was hopeless to hold out any longer. He roared his release and there was no doubt in his mind that someone had heard.
And again, he really didn’t give a shit.
CHEYENNE WAS OUT of breath and completely sated, still impaled by Brendon’s thick cock. She couldn’t believe they’d done that, but in the same sense she could. Whatever it was about him, it made Cheyenne want to let loose, to do things she’d never considered doing before. He made her wild for him.
“You okay?” he asked, his chest heaving with every deep breath he took, his breath warm against her neck.
“Fantastic,” she replied, the one word the only sound she could force past her deprived lungs.
It took them a few minutes to get themselves back under control and then cleaned up. Once that was done and Cheyenne had ensured that she still looked presentable, they returned to the club. It didn’t look like anyone noticed they’d disappeared, but Cheyenne knew better. Some of these people were incredibly perceptive and she had no doubt that someone knew they’d snuck out for a quickie.
Surprisingly, that knowledge didn’t bother her at all. She kind of liked this wanton side of herself.
They managed to weave their way back into the crowd and over to Sawyer and Kennedy who were standing near the bar laughing at something Sawyer’s friend Greyson said. When they approached, three interested pairs of eyes turned their way.
“Hey. I’m so glad you came,” Sawyer slurred and Cheyenne realized he was drunk. Not only was his speech impaired, but he acted as though they hadn’t already said hello and delivered the gifts they’d brought for him.
“Forgive him,” Kennedy said sweetly. “He’s tossed back a few too many.”