Lightning zinged through my blood the moment his lips made contact with mine. An answering heat pooled low in my middle and my clit throbbed, begging for his attention. He nibbled at my lips. My mouth opened and my traitorous arms laced around his neck and shoulders. My fingers feathered through his silky hair and I settled into the comfort of his arms and the heat of his kiss, oblivious to the fact that we had an audience.
He pulled me tighter against his chest. The rough velvet rasp of his tongue against mine sent a flood of liquid heat between my legs, soaking my panties. I squirmed in his arms, wanting, needing, to wrap my legs around his waist. I needed the sensation of his hard body pressing against my nether flesh.
Someone cleared their throat and his lips moved from mine to kiss my nose and eyelids before he straightened, obviously reluctant to bring his sensual onslaught to an end.
"Jeeze, guys. Get a room already," Mark said with a grin. He looked over at his siblings and winked. "Another one bites the dust."
He grinned at me and I gave him a dirty look. He just shrugged and his grin got wider. Somehow, I don't think he would have had such a cavalier attitude about all of this if I were his sister.
My face burned with embarrassment. With my coloring, both my arousal and the humiliation at being put on such a display was evident. I bowed my head and wished for a hole to open up and swallow me, but I was still held immobile by the steely bands of the Cartuotey's arms.
"I've been wishing for such a hole for centuries," the Cartuotey whispered in my ear. The thought of our bodies entwined, his large muscular frame covering me as he surged forward driving his hard cock into my clenching vagina assaulted my senses. Our close proximity to each other must have triggered the thoughts in my mind. If I didn't know better, I would swear those were his thoughts invading my head, but the whole idea was ludicrous.
"Put me down, dammit." I started kicking to force him to put me down or drop me. I didn't think he'd let me get hurt, so I figured he'd put me down in a hurry. Wrong! Instead, his arms tightened around me, pressing me harder against his chest. After a while, I stopped struggling since it wasn't doing me any good anyway. The more I struggled against his hold, the more determined he became to keep me right where I was.