Invisible Strings

Chapter Thirty-Two

Upon Amanda's words, a growl slipped past my lips as I thought about her dancing topless on a bar, about all the men that would have been in heaven seeing her gorgeous tits bounce wildly as she stomped atop the bar. But it was my cock that throbbed incessantly, growing instantly behind the zipper of my jeans.

"I saw the video." said Layla between her laughs. "I swear I don't know how she didn't beat the shit out of herself as she had been dancing. I know if I'd tried to do that, I would have gotten one stomp and then gotten knocked the hell out when one of my titties hit me in the face. Would have at least ended up with a black eye.

"There's a video?" I asked, the fingers on the back of Delaney's neck tightening. It was bad enough that the men in the bar had been able to see it live, but knowing there was a video out there was a whole different thing. In a split second, all I could think about was how many people had seen that video. And that thought spiraled into how many people had beat their meat while watching her titties bounce wildly, imagine that their cock was buried between them.

Without waiting for an answer to my question, I stood from the chair I had been sitting in, effortlessly lifting Delaney. As I did, she squealed loudly but instantly wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. "Chase, you're on Barrett and Bray duty."

"Got it." he said. I could hear the laughter in his voice. I said through clenched teeth, not caring that I was being rude, or acting like a total caveman.

I slammed my lips down over Delaney's as I walked her into the dark areas of the lot where the buses were parked. But still, none of them were dark enough. Delaney seemed to know what I was thinking because she broke the kiss long enough to whisper "garage" before placing her lips began trailing biting kisses down my neck. I hissed with delight when she sucked hard over my pulse point just below my ear.

My stride increased then, wanting to get us to the garage quickly so that I could have my way with her. When the garage doors came into view, my steps got even longer and quicker –almost in at a run– as they ate up the distance. The whole while, the tips of my fingers dug into the cheeks of her round ass, her lips trailed up and down my neck, and her hands fisted in the front of my t-shirt.

Making my way over to the bay that had been left open, I slipped into the dark garage and placed Delaney onto the hood. In the low light casted from the moon outside and a light at the other end of the shop, I could see that the car that I was about to utterly ravage her on was none other than William Byron's. The caveman in me loved the fact that all day tomorrow, while William was racing around the track, while Alex was snapping pre and post race photos, all I would be thinking about was the way that she had looked while I'd ate her pussy until she screamed my name, about the way that my cock had looked sliding into her tight pussy as I bent her over the hood.

Wanting –no, needing– to make that vision a reality, I dropped to my knees and looked up at Delaney. She was leaning back on her arms, looking down at me with so much heat in her eyes that I was sure she could have started a fire with a simple glance. Wordlessly, my hands moved to the button of her shorts and began to work them. When I went to move them down her hips, Delaney lifted just enough for me to remove them.

"We'll get back to that video but right now, I want your pussy juices all over my fuckin' tongue."

I didn't give her time to respond before I buried my face between her thighs, spreading them wide with my shoulders. I alternated fast flicks of my tongue over her clit with soft, slow ones before spearing my tongue and fucking her cunt with it. Within minutes, Delaney was already beginning to shake, telling me that what I was doing was bringing her close to riding the crashing wave of ecstasy. I could hear her moans, felt her fingers sifting through my hair, and her lips lifting, her whole body begging for more.