Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
The man who stood in the back corner had lost his shirt, and his pants were puddled around his ankles. The woman in front of him was bent over so he could fuck her from behind, and he held on to the skirt bunched at her waist. She was busy sucking the cock of the guy in front of her, and her breasts swayed and swung as she was spit roasted.
And the guy getting a blowjob was also busy. He was kissing the woman who stood beside him, and had a hand shoved inside her undone pants.
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a foursome, so my gaze left them and drifted to the girl standing beside me. She’d seen a lot tonight, but this looked like the first thing to truly shock her.
These people weren’t gorgeous like Travis and Lilith had been. All four of them were older and none were in as good physical shape as the performers had been. These were regular people . . . and that made it almost as hot as the show, only in a different kind of way.
We were seeing something real. Something taboo and forbidden.
I liked watching, but Charlotte? She was a true voyeur. Her lips were parted, her face flushed, and her breath went shallow. Even if I wasn’t acutely attuned to her, I’d be able to tell she was turned on. Hell, I’d be able to see it from clear across the room.
There was a small loveseat in the opposite corner that was empty, and it looked just big enough to fit us both.
She let me guide us over to it and sat down so quickly I chuckled softly. She’d sat down in a hurry because she wanted to get her gaze back on the foursome happening just ten feet away. When I joined her on the small couch, my weight made her lean into me, and I wasn’t mad about the way her body pressed against mine.
I rested my arm along the back of the loveseat, which she used as an invitation to snuggle even closer. I was on fire both mentally and physically, sweating beneath all the layers of my clothes, but I enjoyed her proximity anyway.
It was fucking unreal to sit here with her, sipping our cocktails and casually watching a group of strangers as they fucked.
Whenever I came to the club, I made a conscious effort not to judge. I tried to leave inhibitions and closedmindedness at the door. But no matter what I did, I could not silence the part of me that wanted to critique tonight.
The guy who was fucking the woman was just hammering away. It was too fast, too constant, and what I could see of her face made it look like her expression was strained. Was she already exhausted? It had to be hard work standing like that, bent over, plus she had to contend with the competing rhythm of the man fucking her mouth.
Her heavy breasts swayed with the back-and-forth rocking of her body. The woman who stood beside the blowjob guy had her hand around his cock, holding it steady for her friend.
The scene was so sexy, Charlotte squirmed in her seat, rubbing against me. It’d been innocent enough, but my body reacted like it had been more, and I groaned in my head. We’d need to go at whatever speed she was comfortable with tonight, meaning if she wanted to stay right here and watch all night, that was what we were going to do.
But if she climbed into my lap and got naked? Fuck, I didn’t know how long I’d last. I barely kept myself in check when we were alone, and fooling around in public, with other people watching, heightened the experience.
Jackhammer guy was still going at it, but his focus wasn’t on the woman he was slamming into. He scanned the room, taking in the crowd who’d gathered to watch the foursome, and a devious grin smeared across his face.
He was fucking thrilled at all the people watching him.
But when his gaze snagged on Charlotte, an unease settled in the pit of my stomach. He looked at her for so long, it developed into a stare. It was hard to fault him for it. She was the most beautiful woman in the room and could join in with anyone she wanted.
It was hard not to feel a twinge of possessiveness at the idea, which was selfish. We’d just discussed this, and she’d said we weren’t exclusive.
As the man continued to stare at her, she squirmed against me again, but this time I sensed it wasn’t with excitement. It was discomfort, because the guy wasn’t staring at her—he was fucking leering.
I told myself it wasn’t possessiveness coursing through me, it was a desire to protect. Her drink was empty, and I finished mine in a big gulp, and then I rose from the couch. I collected our glasses, deposited them on the tray nearby meant for used glassware, and offered my hand to her.