Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“This one is big, with a lot of dead ends, so you better stay close.” He squeezes my hand.
“I’m also not nine anymore.”
“No, you certainly aren’t.” He stalls a moment to regard our reflection—one of a hundred.
“We look good together.” I’ll admit, I’ve never had so much fun dressing up for Halloween.
“We do.” He leans forward to plant a sweet kiss on my lips.
I jump as I feel his fingers prodding the metal base of the toy through my bottoms. The dull, needy throb between my legs is growing more difficult to ignore.
“And how’s that feeling?”
“Barely notice it.” I lie.
“Really?” His mouth is inches from mine as he slips his index finger under the seam.
I roll my hips against his hand.
With a knowing grin, he slips his fingers away, and then continues.
We round a corner and find ourselves facing Margo, Joel, and Merrick.
“Dead end,” Merrick announces, gesturing the way they came.
“We came from there,” Henry points behind us.
“Then we must go this way.” Joel points in another direction.
And bumps into a mirror.
“Okay, this way,” he corrects, moving forward cautiously.
After what feels like a dozen wrong turns, frustration is growing.
“How big did you say this maze was again?” My feet are aching from these heels.
“Not this big,” Henry mutters. “I don’t remember it being this complicated either.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Merrick laughs as he leads us to another dead end. “But look, they left us a chair this time.” Sure enough, a simple wooden chair painted in shiny black lacquer sits in a corner.
“Oh, thank God.” I park myself onto it. “Can I please have five minutes? These shoes were the worst decision ever.”
“Yes, but only if you share.” Henry has me off the seat and sitting in his lap before I know what’s going on, pulling me backward and against his chest. The move stirs an acute reminder of the silver toy. “Take them off.”
“Happily.” I kick off my shoes, letting them fall to the black floor.
He lifts one of my stockinged feet and rubs the center with his thumb, drawing circles.
I whimper with relief. If the House of Mirrors is Henry’s favorite part, I’m happy to say we’ve seen it and I’m ready to go home now.
Merrick leans against one mirrored wall, his arms folded across his chest, watching us. “Didn’t we get lost in here for half an hour last year?”
“Yes, and you swore you were done with the maze, so why are you here again?” Henry grins.
“Because I asked him to,” Margo purrs, trailing her index finger down the center of his bare chest, bypassing a red kiss mark someone planted above his nipple.
Was Merrick in one of the display boxes already tonight?
He smiles at Margo, and I can imagine the dimples hiding behind that mask. “So it’s your fault, then.”
“It is all my fault. Let Abbi rest her poor feet and I can make it up to you.” She presses her lips against his as her hand settles between them, shamelessly cupping him while her boyfriend stands only two feet away. In her sheer black dress and thong, she may as well be naked.
I avert my gaze, feeling my cheeks flush, but we’re in a House of Mirrors and there is nowhere I can look without watching their tongues dance and Margo’s palm rubbing against Merrick’s erection.
Beneath me, Henry’s cock hardens. “Watch them,” he whispers, leaning in to catch my earlobe with his teeth. “I know you want to.”
Margo fumbles with the waistband of Merrick’s striped pants, unfastening and pushing them down his thighs. She drops to her knees, giving us all a good look at his carved body and very impressive, hard length.
My lips part with a sharp inhale as she drags her tongue over him, from root to tip, and I somehow feel it at my core.
Merrick’s head falls back, his fingers seizing her shiny black bob. He guides her forward until she’s swallowing him. They fall into a rhythm—nothing like the punishing one that Warner subjected Tatiana to—and the soft hums and sucking sounds escaping them have my heartbeat sprinting.
There’s no need to wonder if Joel is okay with watching his girlfriend give another man a blow job—thanks to his costume, we can see just how much he’s enjoying the view.
“What if someone comes here?” I whisper.
“What if they do?” Henry repositions me so I’m facing them, my back flush against his chest, my legs dangling over his knees, not touching the floor. His cock presses against that round metal base, the pressure an odd mix of uncomfortable and erotic.
Margo pauses long enough to give a command in French.
Joel tugs his costume down past his hips and moves closer. Margo reaches up to stroke his swollen length, her mouth never leaving Merrick.
Henry’s grip on my hips tightens, his breathing in my ear shallow as he watches Margo pleasure two other men.