I gasped with pleasure as the man’s grip on me tightened and the tip of his tongue fluttered.
And while he was physically pleasing me, the expression that hung on Clay’s face announced the stranger was currently satisfying us both. He enjoyed the way I trembled as his friend’s lips sealed around my clit and sucked. He drank up my moans like his favorite brand of liquor, savoring each gasp and whimper.
“Does it feel good?” he murmured.
I was sure I was going rattle apart, or my supporting arm was going to give out, or I would come without warning while Clay watched me through his sexy, serious glasses. So, it was hard to speak, and I had to concentrate to get the word out. “Yes.”
His hand had been resting on his thigh, and although the move he made was subtle, I didn’t miss how it turned slightly inward and tension filled his fingers as he squeezed. He wasn’t going to touch himself when all these people were around, but oh, how he wanted to.
Watching me with his friend’s head between my legs turned him on, and the thick line of his cock pressed against the inseam of his pants.
I wanted to understand him better, but the stranger’s mouth was distracting, pulling my thoughts in a million directions. I gave a loud moan when the man used his thumbs to peel me apart and focus on the spot that would bring me the most pleasure.
“You like this.” It wasn’t a question from Clay—it was a statement of fact. “You like how everyone’s watching.”
Were they? On some level, I sensed there were eyes on me, but I hadn’t glanced around to check. My gaze never deviated from Clay’s, because he’d given me instructions, and I was determined to follow them.
But nerves made my voice go uneven. “I like,” I rasped, “how you’re watching.”
I had nothing to be nervous about because my confession earned me the biggest grin I’d seen yet from him. If I’d had any air left in my lungs, his gorgeous smile would have taken it all.
The man’s tongue created a flurry of sensations, and it felt way, way too good. How long was this ‘taste’ supposed to last? His mouth was heaven, so I wanted him to keep going, but I worried he’d stop right as I got to the edge.
“I bet he wants to fuck you,” Clay said. “He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you all night.”
The man’s tongue hesitated for a fraction of a second. Was he going to deny it? Or was it the idea of fucking me had short-circuited his brain like it had mine? No protest came from the man, and when he resumed moving, the strokes of his tongue were more deliberate and needy. He pushed one of my legs up onto the ottoman, forcing me to fall back onto my elbow.
It was better and so much worse like this, because now both men were in my line of sight. I could see the man as his pink tongue slicked over me, and Clay behind him. My partner looked down on us like a lion watching his offspring feast on its first kill.
My moans competed with the sounds of pleasure in the room, and we weren’t in the club anymore. The space had transformed into a pit of hedonism. It was full of naked bodies that thrashed and writhed and clawed at each other for release.
Clay’s voice rose over the growl of the sex surrounding us. “You told me you wanted to fuck while other people watched. Do you want him to do it?”
The man’s eyes had been closed, but they blinked open, and when his gaze connected with mine, it had to mirror my surprise. But beneath his shock, I saw through to the truth. I didn’t know a thing about him . . . other than he wanted me to say yes.
It wasn’t like I’d never had a one-night-stand before. I’d gone home from the bars with a poor decision more than once when I was in college, and sometimes I slept with a guy on the first date, knowing it wasn’t going anywhere and I’d ghost him in the morning. I liked sex—like, a lot—and finding a partner wasn’t hard. But finding someone I wanted to hang out with long-term? That was much more of a challenge. Once the newness of them wore off, so did my interest.
So, if I let this guy fuck me, it would be an extreme one-night-stand. We didn’t know each other’s names and had barely spoken. Right now, the only thing we had in common was the man watching us from the couch.
That’s not true.
You want to say yes to this as badly as this stranger wants you to.
It was wild and reckless, but when had I let that stop me before? Was this really worse than getting naked and ambushing Clay in his house?