Savage Mates

Chapter Thirteeri More

"You were right. It is the best view in the house." I said, looking back down at the stage. My hands moved to the metal bar that rested beneath the window. It felt cool to the touch against my heated skin.

"I think I've got the best view right here." Travis said. His voice had a strange rasp to it that sent chills down my spine. He rested his hands over mine before stroking them up my arms, his touch was soft and made me shiver.

I looked over my shoulder at him and he studied me intently before moving his hands down my body. He tugged the fabric of my dress up and I sucked in a breath.

"What are you doing?" My words sounded breathy. That wasn't how I had meant them to sound,

"Making sure you enjoy the show." He chuckled and I felt a cool draft of air over my bottom through the thin, black satin panties I was wearing. His hands traveled over my ass, squeezing and massaging each of the round globes before he let out a husky growl. "Watch the band, sweets."

The way he said it was so rough and commanding and even though I had never thought of myself as a submissive woman. I wanted to give into him. Jake had often tried to take control like this, but it wasn't the same. I had never felt the need to do exactly what he wanted like I did with Travis.

I could hear the rustling of his clothing as he crouched down behind me, he pushed my legs further a part and I arched my back. Thrusting myself back for him, he chuckled, a dark sound that made my eyes flutter shut as I waited for what he was going to do next.

"Are you watching Ryan?" He asked and I shook my head. "Give me your words. I want to hear you. None of this shaking your head stuff with me."

I opened my eyes, looking down at the stage below me. Ryan was watching me, his lips pressed together tightly. Like he would rather be any place than on stage right now. "I am now."

"Good girl." He growled. His fingers traced along the crotch of my panties, pressing the damp fabric against my pussy. "You're so wet. Have you been wet like this all night?

I started to shake my head again but caught myself. "No." I breathed out, enjoying the tender touches of the two fingers playing against my folds.

"No, I don't know if I should be insulted or if Ryan should be." He said, finding the seam of my panties and slipping his finger past it.

"I was when I got into the club." 1 panted, gripping the bar tighter to keep from moving. I wanted to turn him around, to force him into his office chair. To free the cock he had been thrusting against my ass earlier and ride him until came. I wanted to hear him talk dirty to me like he had on the dance floor.

I had never gotten off on being spoken to like that. But I wanted his deep voice to growl into my ear. For him to order me to ride him until I came. Then I wanted those soft gentle praises that he had been giving me. His body warm around mine as he came apart beneath me. His cum spilling deep inside of my womb until I was full of him. Then I wanted Ryan to fuck me just as hard.

I wanted them to ruin me. To make it so that no other man would do after tonight. Because that was all that I was going to give myself.

Tomorrow, I would go back to being my normal, boring self. I would have coffee with Charity. The two of us could share all the dirty, sexy things that we had experienced with each of our guys for the night. She could go back to school, and I would go back to my boring desk job.

"What made your panties drenched first?" He asked, stroking his finger through my folds until his fingertip was pressed against my entrance.

"You," I whimpered as he twirled his finger along my entrance, teasing out more of my arousal. "When your fingers touched mine at the bar. I felt something and it made me wet."

"Good answer," He said, dipping his finger inside of me. "You still watching Ryan?"

"Yeah." I bit my lip at the slow way that he was working his finger in and out of me. "Is he watching you?" He asked, adding another finger into my slick channel.

"He can see me?" I asked, feeling my heart race as my body tensed up.

"Yes, my sweets. He can see you if he's looking."

looked down at Ryan and he was watching me. His hands moved fast as he beat the drums. My vaginal walls

fluttered and I held my breath, waiting for what would come next.

"Oh, you like that, don't you? Knowing that he's watching me finger fuck this sweet pussy. I bet he's wishing he was up here to watch you cum for me. I'll have to tell him how much your cunt flutters around my fingers." He growled, working his fingers faster. "Of course, he can see you, but don't worry, the glass is tinted. I doubt very much than anyone else can."

"I didn't know. I thought that maybe it was one way." I panted gently, rocking my hips. Welt squelching sounds filled the room. It was so damn dirty letting him fuck me with his fingers while Ryan watched. While anyone could watch the two of us together.

"Travis, I need more." I said and he pressed a kiss to the waistband of my panties. His tongue darted out to taste my skin before he gripped them with his teeth. Pulling them down from my bottom.

"What is it you need, my sweet cherry girl?" He asked, still holding onto the fabric with his teeth as he pulled his fingers from my pussy.