Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss)

drink. I’m not feeling great.” Thinking nothing of it, we left the restrooms and made our way back to the guys.
    An hour later, I was slightly buzzed sitting in the booth beside Mace. Jude had left a while ago having to get home to his eight-year-old twin boys, Jordan and Jaxson; their mother had ditched them and ran off with Jude’s boss when they were just four. I had a world of respect for Jude being a single father; he clearly loved his boys and would do anything for them. The chatter from the table was mostly between Mace, Remy and Trip. Teeny was unusually quiet and I was too busy jumping between watching her and trying to ignore Mace’s wandering hand.
    His large hand sitting at the edge of my skirt started its path again, slowly creeping up my inner thigh to the edge of my drenched panties; a small rub then it was gone again. His calloused fingers against the smooth skin of my legs were driving me mad. I knew what he was up to though, this was payback for the theatrics I’d pulled at his welcome home dinner. It was his turn getting me back. But I had other plans; I wasn’t about to let him win. The next time his hand crept up, I reached down and showed him just what he was doing to me. I slid his index finger through my wet slit and had to bite my lip so as not to laugh or groan at the tortured sound that came from his throat. Smirking to myself, I let go. I had expected he’d move his hand and leave it be.
    I was wrong.
    Oh, fucking hell!
    Mace’s long thick finger entered me in one quick slide, before he pulled out and did it again, sending the throb in my core into over drive. Why the hell did I never come out on top? He always one upped me. His finger continued slipping in and out as he added a thumb to the mix, rolling it over my clit in slow torturous circles, flicking every few rotations at my piercing. God, help me! I was going to come at the table across from my friends in a jam packed bar. I should have been mortified, but all I felt was turned on and a little naughty.
    I was trying hard to control my reaction, but the fact Mace was fingering me while having a normal conversation sent red hot need flowing through me. It was all I could do not to moan. The moment my hips started involuntarily shifting, Mace stopped moving, his fingers still planted deep inside me, the heel of his large palm against my mound. He tilted his head down to mine and through gritted teeth whispered, “You want me to make you come right here in front of everyone, or you want me to take you over the restroom sink and fuck you dirty, babe?”
    My breath caught. I loved when he spoke like that. The way his voice had dropped to almost a growl, told me if I reached over, I’d find him hard, throbbing and waiting. “Bathroom. Right fucking now,” I whimpered, biting his ear lobe.
    He pulled his hand from under my tiny skirt, all but picked me up and made for the rest rooms, which we found to be all in use with long lines. I was about ready to pull a few bitches out of the way by their crappy hair extensions. “This way,” Mace started walking swiftly toward the back of the bar; clearly, he was in just as much of a hurry as I was.
    He pushed through the back door and into the dimly lit alley. Looking around, there was nobody in sight. Quickly, he pinned me to the brick wall, lifted me up, his arms under my legs, hands holding my ass, spreading me open. The warm night air gave no relief to the heat coming from my flushed skin. At the perfect height, I reached down to his jean-clad erection, running my hand over him. A deep moan vibrated against my skin where he was nipping and kissing my neck. I released his angry, rock-solid hard-on from his jeans, lining him up at my entrance. Before I could do anything more than marvel at the feel of him heavy in my hand, he thrust his hips forward violently, driving into my slick pussy.
    Fuck me!
    Mace pounded into me, hitting all the right spots, my back rubbing on the abrasive brick wall, his hands kneading my ass. All the touching and torture at the table meant that I was so close to losing it. A moan ripped up from my throat as he grabbed the back of my head. His hand fisting in my hair, he pulled, exposing my neck. The slight stinging at the roots of my hair sent a throb directly to my clit making me gasp.
    “Fuck, babe, you feel so fucking good, all the damn time. Watchin’ you tryin’ not to come on my hand, knowin’ what I was doin’ to you while everyone was around.