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)
I grind against his lap, as much for his benefit as for mine.
With a groan, his fingers dig into my flesh.
I roll my hips again, and the silver plug rolls inside me in a delightful way.
“You like watching him fuck her mouth,” he murmurs in my ear.
It’s not a question, and yet I nod.
“How much?” He slips his hand beneath my little skirt and between my legs, sliding his fingers under the elastic band of my bottoms. His thumb circles around my clit as he glides his fingers around my entrance, sliding in next to the plug. I know what he’s going to find—my body soaked.
I part my legs a touch to give him better access.
He inhales sharply. “I thought so.”
It’s dark under the red light and Merrick’s mask hides all, and yet I sense his eyes on us—on where my skirt hides Henry’s illicit touch. It doesn’t bother me that he’s watching, though. In fact, the thought that a man like him might watch Henry and me together—might enjoy it—makes my heart pound harder.
I open my thighs more, even as I tremble with nervous excitement.
Henry’s hands move, grabbing hold of the elastic waistband of my bottoms. He tugs and shimmies them off, pushing them past my knees. They fall to the floor, and he guides my thighs to hang over each side of his lap, spreading me wide. My little skirt still covers me but barely, riding high enough to reveal the garter belt clips. His hand is back beneath my skirt in seconds, seizing the round handle of the plug. Ever so slowly, he pulls it out before running it through my slit. A glimmer of silver catches in the countless mirrors before it disappears inside me again.
Over and over again, Henry teases me with the toy and we watch as Margo deep-throats Merrick and strokes Joel. There isn’t an angle in here where everyone can’t watch what everyone else is doing.
There’s no denying that I’m enjoying this show. The plug glides easily over my slick flesh now, slipping in and out with no effort.
A worry flitters through my mind—of strangers coming around the corner and discovering this depravity—but it’s fleeting. The only people who can identify me are directly in front of me, and none of them will be fazed by anything Henry and I do. With that in mind, I let my body relax against him.
My skirt rides up, enough that it no longer hides anything.
Merrick curses and the reaction stirs a tingling at the base of my spine.
Margo releases her grip on Joel and demands something in French, and Joel drops to his knees next to her, facing Merrick.
A soft gasp escapes me as they both lean in, their tongues tangling over Merrick’s tip as they kiss, lapping at it in between the strokes they share.
“Fuck.” Merrick’s head falls back, his Adam’s apple a sharp jut along a deliciously thick neck.
The teasing lasts another ten seconds and then Joel slides his mouth down, taking Merrick in.
“Oh my God,” I hiss, enthralled by the performance.
Merrick grasps the back of Joel’s head and guides him up and down a few times before pulling him away with a fist of hair and silently commanding Margo to take over. Back and forth, the two take turns pleasuring Merrick as Henry teases me mercilessly with this toy.
I’ve never seen anything like this before. Maybe it’s because Joel and Merrick are both attractive on their own or because they don’t seem to have sexual hang-ups, or maybe it’s because we’re all wearing masks and under red lights surrounded by mirrors, but a strange electricity ignites every sense inside me. I feel like I’m about to explode. All rational thoughts vanish.
I roll my hips against Henry’s hand as I drift into that place of lost inhibitions, my skirt riding higher until it’s bunched at my waist. Suddenly, the ache to have Henry inside me is too much. I grind my ass into his lap.
“Fuck, Abbi,” he growls.
“No names, remember?” I scold softly.
His free hand slides down my Lycra top, beneath my bra, to fill with my breast, collecting my pebbled nipple between his fingertips.
I don’t know how we ended up in this situation and yet now that we’re here, there’s only one way I want it to end. I reach between us to fumble with his belt and zipper, blindly unfastening them until I can fist his cock through his briefs.
The metal plug clangs against the floor, cast aside as Henry wrestles his pants down his thighs and yanks my body back. I cry out as he sinks into me with a single thrust and then brace my palms on his knees as I ride him, feeling heaviness grow in my belly as he fills me over and over again, hitting that spot deep inside.