Allister, J. Rose - Disowned Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rose J. Allister Page B

his finger slid in and out, her pussy walls contracting around him as waves of pleasure began building in her pelvis. Dillon’s other hand worked on her clit, tracing tiny circles around the hard nub until she wanted to scream. Her body was rapidly climbing to a peak as she leaned against him.
    Then he suddenly withdrew, sending a whimper of frustration out of her. “But none of that can happen now,” he said.
    “Why not?”
    “Tonight is the high moon.”
    Her breath came in shallow gasps. “So you’d lose control now, even though it isn’t night?”
    He gave a sexy little laugh. “It’s still the phase. Daylight or not, I’d definitely shift if I were to try and fuck you full-on.” He leaned down to her ear and moved her hair aside to whisper, “But that don’t mean you ain’t gonna come standin’ right here at this sink.” She shivered at the feel of his breath on her ear. “Take down the straps of your dress.”
    “You’re not going to bite me, are you?”
    “No. Let me see those full breasts.”
    She quivered at the thought of exposing herself to him here in a public restroom, and how she’d unwittingly fulfilled his fantasy. With shaking hands, she slipped her dress off her shoulders and bared her breasts for him.
    “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he said. “Jesus, look at those hard, pink nipples. Touch ’em for me.”
    She hesitated, but the unfulfilled need still pulsing through her clit prompted her to do as instructed. Pinching her nipples sent flickers of heightened pleasure to her cunt, and her breathing grew ragged again.
    Dillon sank down on his knees behind her, pushing her dress up over the back of her ass. “Open your legs wide for me, darlin’. That’s right.” He flicked a glance around her, up into the mirror. “Don’t stop pleasurin’ those perfect tits. And don’t look away. Watch yourself, Aimee. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror while you help me make you come.”
    With that, his head disappeared behind her again, out of view of the mirror. She faced herself there, watching her lips part in a silent O of surprise as she felt a flick of wet warmth between her legs. His tongue went to work on her slit, rubbing back and forth over the entrance to her pussy while his hands spread her ass cheeks wide. Without his wide chest to lean back on, her legs began to shake until she thought they might buckle. She used one hand to grip the sink while the other rubbed each nipple in turn.
    “You taste so fuckin’ sweet, baby,” Dillon said. “I could eat this hot pussy for a week.”
    Then his tongue found her hard, throbbing clit, and she was too lost in the erotic rhythm of her body to make out his murmured endearments anymore. Her face flushed pink in the mirror, dappled with glistening perspiration. She licked her lips, moaning louder while he brought her higher and closer to a state of uncontrolled madness. He spread her cheeks wider and made long strokes with his tongue, all the way from her clit to the pucker of her tight asshole. Juices ran down the insides of her thighs as he worked while she pinched her nipples harder, and their reflection in the glass reddened just like her cheeks.
    When Dillon’s tongue jabbed inside her pussy at last, Aimee felt her entire body stiffen. She tried to obey his wish to watch herself come, but her eyes squeezed shut as she cried out at the tumultuous waves cresting over her. She grabbed hold of the sink with both hands to ride out the orgasm, hearing nothing but the pounding beat of her heart while Dillon slid his tongue in and out and then around her clit. She was still climaxing when he pulled away, and as far gone as she was, she wasn’t aware of the full reason for the thundering sound at first. It wasn’t until an indeterminable number of moments later that she realized the pounding noise wasn’t solely from her wildly hammering heart.
    “Come on already,” someone was shouting while they beat on the other side of the door.