He slipped a finger into her pussy and her juices went wild. She didn’t care if he said he wanted to go first, she needed to touch him. Before her hand reached his cock, he blocked her.
“I won’t last. I’ll admit it. I’m weak when it comes to you.”
She didn’t want him to come when they had so little time. “Okay.”
Pamphlets, small boxes, and other items lined a display table behind him. In one swipe, he knocked everything to the ground. The noise alone would alert a customer. When no footsteps sounded, she relaxed—sort of.
He picked her up and dumped her on the table then tugged down her panties along with her jeans and scrunched her pants as low as they would go without taking them off. His gaze never left the V between her legs.
“I couldn’t sleep last night dreaming about you.” He ran his tongue over his lips, melting her insides.
“Me, too.”
Every warning bell sounded, but she had to have him. It was crazy. Before yesterday, she wouldn’t have considered sex in the middle of the store. After making love with Dante one time, she’d become a desperate woman. How had that happened? Did both he and his brother have special powers that made her desire skyrocket? Right now, nothing would surprise her.
Dante loomed over her and the crooked smile she’d come to enjoy appeared. He made sure she was far enough back on the table to bend her knees and plant her feet on the hard surface. “This will only take a minute. Don’t worry. I’ll hear the bell ring if someone comes in.”
If a customer rounded the corner before she could pull up her clothes, she’d be mortified. If she had use of both hands, she might not have worried. Before she commented this might not be wise, his mouth clamped over her pussy and his tongue went to work shooting sparks of need straight up her body.
Molten fire filled her. “Oh, God.” Spikes of lust pricked her. His tongue nabbed her clit and flicked it right and left. She scooted lower. “Fuck me!”
He lifted his head. “Not yet. I need your sweet honey.”
No one had said that to her, ever. His sincerity made her feel sexier than she’d ever felt before. He slipped a hand under the blouse and pushed her bra over her tits. Her nipples puckered even before he touched her. When he pinched one tip, desire slammed through her. He was too far away to grab his cock, but she managed to run her hand through his floppy hair. His silky strands electrified her fingertips and she wanted more.
With his free hand, he pulled down on her shoulder to bring her closer. The pants trapped her legs, but she didn’t want to take the time to remove them.
“Hurry.”
He stepped to the side and drove three fingers into her pussy while he lifted her shirt with the other then slipped up her bra. Now that he’d exposed both tits, he dropped his head and sucked hard on one nipple. Spikes of need spiraled between her legs turning her body into a hot volcano. When he curled his fingers and hit her sweet spot, she took off like a rocket. She gulped in air and tried hard not to scream.
Her groan sounded deep and desperate. Closing her eyes, she let her climax wash over her.
Dante stood back. “You are too sweet. I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”
Not that she didn’t desire, and even need his cock, but it was only fair to reciprocate. She sat up. “Help me pull up my pants. I need to lick your cock.”
“Oh, sugar, those are fucking sweet words to hear.”
He guided her off the table. Between the two of them, they had her readjusted in seconds. When she looked down, his cock had escaped its confines, and the top had bubbled with pre-cum.
He exchanged places with her so he could sit on the table and provide her with a better angle. She bent over, and before she grabbed him, she slowly dragged her tongue up his length.
Dante took hold of her hair and tugged. “Don’t tease me, sugar. There’s too little time.”
He was right. She gripped his cock and drew at least half of him into her mouth. Wanting to give him a good experience, she swirled her tongue around his length and waited to hear his groan.
Sure, she’d given men blowjobs before, but they hadn’t held much meaning. With Dante, she wanted to make him happy. Stroking him lightly, she lifted her mouth up and down.
“Sugar.” He growled.
He reached under her chest and pinched a nipple through her bra. She arched her back and moaned. She tightened her grip and sucked harder. Her head bounced to some rhythm in her head, which happened to coincide with the pressure on her tit.
When he used both hands to massage her breasts and pressed them together, she increased her speed, imagining his cock dipping into her pussy.
He groaned, drew his hands up to her shoulders and pulled her to a stand. “I need a second.” He placed his feet on the floor, leaned against the table, and slipped a hand down her pants.