Her tits were immediately in his face.
Evie’s breathing picked up as she watched the topless woman grind on her soon-to-be husband, but she didn’t look anxious. Nope, she was getting turned on. She crossed her legs and put her hands together in her lap, almost as if she wanted to touch Logan but didn’t want to get in the stripper’s way.
Tracy’s hands fondled her breasts, massaging them as she slid up and down his face. The music from the main stage was pumped into the VIP room and wafted from a speaker in the corner. She moved in time with the song that was all about fucking, letting her body give us a perfect visual.
When she straddled Logan’s lap and rode him, everyone else in the room froze. Were they as unprepared as I was for how hot the scene was? Logan’s hands splayed on her thighs around him, just resting there. Tracy didn’t seem to mind.
“Fuck, Evie, kiss me.”
A startled smile broke on her face. “Yeah? Are you having a hard time?”
“He’s getting there,” Tracy said, flashing a wink. Then she rose up on her knees, undulating while her hands ran up and down his chest, caressing him through his dress shirt.
I flinched when Dominic’s fingers skimmed my knee. I’d been so engrossed watching the show I hadn’t noticed he’d pulled his chair closer to mine. I leaned in and breathed in his ear, my words barely a whisper.
“I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
“I know.” He gave me a triumphant smile.
This was Dominic when he was most in control, and he loved his power. There’d been so many nights when we’d played with Akira and Yuriko, and I’d been writhing under his command, desperate to hold it together and begging for him to fuck me. He’d spent the first few months following Akira’s lead when to reward, but his confidence had grown to no longer need advice. Dominic knew exactly when to give me what I craved, and how long to deny it to maximize our pleasure. Or make me crazy. Sometimes they were the same.
Tracy’s hand flowed down the line of buttons on the front of Logan’s shirt, over his belt, and . . .
“Shit.” Logan groaned it through clenched teeth.
I raised an eyebrow at Dominic. Was that sort of thing allowed? He shrugged.
“You’re barely looking at her,” Evie said to Logan. “Don’t you think she’s hot?”
I cut the chuckle off before it slipped out. She was taunting him, trying to win her bet, and I fucking loved it. Plus, she was right. It seemed as if Logan was struggling and avoiding the scene as much as possible.
He groaned, low and frustrated. His hand hooked around the nape of Evie’s neck and dragged her across the couch so he could crush his lips to hers while the stripper raked her fingernails over his zipper. I drew a deep breath in, sipping the air that was heavy with desire.
Tracy stood while Logan continued to deliver a passionate kiss, his mouth moving over Evie’s with reckless abandon. Tracy turned and sat in his lap, rubbing her ass against the bulge of Logan’s cock. Her creamy tits jiggled with her movements, and I fought to keep still. I wanted to touch her, or for Dominic to touch me, or both. My skin was tight with lust and I needed relief.
Evie moaned when Logan’s hand trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, and settled on her breast. It was then that Tracy leaned to put her back against Logan’s chest, her head resting on his shoulder opposite Evie. The dancer continued to squirm, and her movements were obviously having an impact on him.
Her head turned toward him, and I caught a flash of Tracy’s tongue as it dipped out to lick the side of Logan’s neck. He jerked and his free hand wrapped around her hip.
“Look at him,” I whispered to Dominic. “Living the fucking dream.”
He smiled back like the devil.
Behind the gyrating body, Logan fought for breath, or maybe to maintain his control. To go more than a month without sex, to kissing Evie while a nearly naked stripper humped him . . .
“Someone’s a luck
y girl,” Tracy said, glancing at Evie. “His dick is huge.”
Evie’s face colored a shade of pink, and that was her only response. But the blush quickly faded when Tracy stood and swayed to the music, her fingers creeping beneath the band of lace at her hips. She rocked her thumbs down painfully slow, one side then the other, as her underwear began its taunting descent.
There was a sharp inhale from Evie when the red panties were lowered to mid-thigh, just below the money-filled garter. Tracy bent forward and set her warm hands on my knees. Her ass wiggled, shoving her bare pussy right in Logan’s face. All the while she smiled at me behind her glasses.
“You’re pretty fucking hot,” I said.
She tossed her hair over a shoulder, and for a split second I wondered if she was bashful, but she laughed softly. “Thanks, girl.”
“You never answered me,” Logan said, his voice hurried.