Pulling back slightly, Sierra whispered against my lips. “Ryn is here.”
“I figured that much out,” I said.
Iggy Azelea’s “Beg for It” began playing. Something in Sierra’s eyes changed and she instantly started grinding up against me.
“Is she looking?” I asked. A huge part of me knew what Sierra and I were doing was wrong. I didn’t like deceiving Ryn, but I also wanted her back. I wanted her away from Dodge.
Smiling, she nodded her head as she placed her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. I grabbed Sierra and began moving my hands all over her. I wanted to see Ryn’s face, but I didn’t want her to know I knew she was here.
Sierra turned around and pushed her ass up against my dick as she put her hand behind my neck. Placing my hands on her hips, we were practically having sex on the dance floor. Moving my hand up her arm, I grabbed her hand and pushed her out while she spun around. Pulling her to me, she wrapped her leg around me as I moved my hand up her leg.
“Tell me how far to go, Sierra,” I said.
Taking a quick peek over to Ryn, Sierra said, “She can’t stop watching. Slip you hand up my dress a little.”
Swallowing hard, I did what she told me to and was met with bare lips. Closing my eyes, I cursed under my breath. “Shit! You’re not wearing panties, Sierra? What the fuck? You told me to touch you!”
She gave me a naughty smile and winked before I quickly removed my hand.
“I said, slip your hand up my dress a little.” For some reason, I felt like I had done something wrong. What the fuck is wrong with me? I just felt the bare lips of a pussy. Any man in his right mind would want to bury his cock there.
The song ended and Sierra walked into my arms and smiled. “She can’t pull her eyes off of us.”
Grabbing Sierra’s hand, I pulled her from the dance floor. She allowed me to take her down the hall toward the restrooms. I stopped and pushed her against the wall. “I just fucking touched your bare pussy, Sierra.”
“I didn’t think you were going to go for the homerun, Tom.”
Rolling my eyes and letting out a sigh, I leaned my forehead against Sierra’s. “Sierra, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, Tristan. It’s been so long since any guy has touched me, I’m pretty sure I have cobwebs growing down there.”
Pulling my head back, I looked at her. Her smile wasn’t reaching her eyes. “How long?”
Looking down at the floor, Sierra began chewing on her lower lip. Glancing back up at me she had tears in her eyes. “About eight months before I caught him in bed with Kim, my best friend. Not even so much as a kiss. I thought he was just stressed at work. Every time I attempted to touch him, he would pull away and say it wasn’t fair to me that he couldn’t give me his full attention. After four months, I stopped trying. Not being touched like that by someone you think loves you, it does shit to your head.”
Placing my hand on the side of her face; my heart hurt for her. I could see the pain in her eyes. “He’s an asshole, Sierra.”
Sierra placed her hand over mine. Nodding, she whispered, “I know, but it still hurts.”
“Let me do something for you.”
Narrowing her eyes, Sierra looked at me. “You’re not fucking me, Tom. Sorry.”
Laughing, I shook my head. People were walking by us as they made their way to the restrooms. Placing my knee between her legs, I pressed against her pussy. Sierra let out a gasp. Moving my lips to ear I asked, “When was the last time a guy gave you an orgasm?”
Grabbing onto my arms, Sierra squeezed them as she began grinding against my knee. “Almost . . . a . . . year.”
Biting on her ear lobe, I began moving my knee as Sierra began riding it. She leaned her head back against the wall and bit down hard on her lip. I didn’t know how she would react to what I was about to do, so I just did it. Removing my knee quickly, I slipped my hand up her dress and pushed my fingers into her wet pussy. Sucking in a breath of air, Sierra let out a moan and fell apart. Her moans mixed with the loud beat of the music as people continued to walk by, paying no attention to the fact that I was finger fucking a girl against the wall.
When her pussy finally stopped pulsing, I pulled my fingers out. Sierra was still grabbing onto my arms. Moving my lips back to her ear, I whispered, “Better?”
Nodding her head, Sierra’s chest was moving up and down as she attempted to get her breathing under control. A year ago I would have probably gone ahead and fucked Sierra hard and fast against the wall. I wouldn’t lie to myself and say I wasn’t attracted to her, but I really liked her has a friend. Sleeping with her might ruin that.
