Song after song plays while he plays my body like his own personal instrument. His erection presses into me and his mouth drops to my lips. His mouth never leaves mine as he pushes me back against the window.
“Open your legs wide, Mel,” his husky voice murmurs against my skin as he drops to his knees in front of me. He hikes my skirt all the way up and peels my panties off. We’re right in front of the window and I hesitate. “Remember, they can’t see anything,” he reassures me as his tongue greets my clit. He lifts one leg over his shoulder and groans. “I want these heels wrapped around my neck tonight when we get home.”
The thought of fucking him again makes me even wetter, and from the way he’s relentlessly working his tongue against me, he’s appreciating that fact. When his tongue hits my clit again, and his fingers slide inside of me, tingles flood my body as I grip his hair.
“I’m going to come!” He hooks his finger just right and as his teeth graze my clit, I’m off like a rocket.
As I ride wave after wave of endless bliss, he swaps his fingers for his tongue, making my body hum. The way he insists on drinking down every drop of my release makes me drunk with lust. With careful ease, he places my leg back on the floor and turns me around to face the window. “Lean forward, Amelia, and keep your legs spread. I’m going to fuck you now.”
With my head against the glass, I hear the sound of his zipper and the tear of the condom wrapper. “Arms up,” he commands, pulling my dress over my head when I comply. I’m not wearing a bra with this dress because it’s got built-in support. His hands cup my breasts and he pinches my nipples. His whispered words flutter against my ear. “Imagine they could look up here and see us, Mel.” He takes one hand and thrusts his cock into me, making me cry out with pleasure.
“Do you know how fucking hot that would be for them to look up and see us fucking? For them to see your eyes roll back into your head as I thrust into your body? See that guy down there in the blue shirt by the D.J. stage? He’s looking up this way.” He moves a hand down to my clit and circles it while he pinches my nipple. “Do you think he can see us? He’d be so fucking jealous that I’m balls deep inside my Amelia.”
“Fuck!” My orgasm comes without warning. My pussy clenches around his cock as he slams into me harder and harder.
“That’s it, baby, ride my cock like you fucking own it because you do.” His teeth come down on my shoulder and he bites me again and again. The pain is exquisite. I know I’m going to bruise, but the thought of him marking my skin excites me.
“Make me yours, please!” My walls convulse around him again as he slams into me one final time.
“You’re so fucking amazing, Mel,” he says huskily into my neck after screaming his release. As my heartbeat comes back down to normal levels, I relish the feeling of his body clinging to mine. It’s not the first time we’ve done this by far, but I love how he likes to hang on to me after sex.
“You’re sure they can’t see anything, right? Because that guy is still looking up this way.” He laughs against my bare skin and turns me in his arms.
“As much as I love for the world to know you’re mine, I’d never let anyone watch the way you fall apart under my touch. That is for my eyes only.”
This is the third book in The Illusion Series. You will need to read the previous books Just an Illusion - Side A and Just an Illusion - The B Side in order to follow along.
Lives are turned upside down …
Everything was perfect before life came to a screeching halt.
When devastating loss flips Amelia’s world on its axis, she loses her spirit. Mel isn’t the only one hurting, though; the members of BAD are also struggling to find their way after that tragic night.
Life goes on …
Amelia’s friends move heaven and earth to help ease her sadness. Knowing she’s on a dangerous precipice, they fight through their own pain to bring her safely to the other side of her grief.
Love can conquer …
Amelia knows bottling up her feelings isn’t helping anything. With love at her fingertips, all she has to do is reach for it. Mel’s loved ones desperately hope she can once again find her way to happiness.
Can Amelia overcome her fears to let love in again, or will she let the weight of that night continue to drown her in sorrow?
Kelly has been writing since she was young and took joy in spinning stories to her childhood friends. Margaritas and sarcasm make her smile, she loves the beach but hates the sand, and she believes Starbucks makes any day better.
A contemporary romance writer, D. Kelly’s stories revolve around friendship and the bond it creates, strengthening the love of the people who share it. For all things D. Kelly, you can visit her website.
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