Instead of focusing on that, I went to the dresser and took off any jewelry I had and avoided looking in the mirror, unsure if I was ready to see what I’d find staring back at me. I brushed my hair and then flipped through the books, selecting one and heading to the bed.
I pulled the covers back but lay down on top of them after fluffing the pillows behind me. My eyes skimmed the words, not taking anything in as I tried to determine the appropriate amount of time to pretend to read before fingering myself.
The nervous laugh that bubbled up at the thought almost escaped. I clamped down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself in check, then I rolled my hips and rubbed my thighs together. I shifted the book to one hand while the other worked its way down my body. Repeating the motion of my hips, I slowly drew my heels up toward me and spread my legs wide, letting my fingers play with the edge of my lace underwear. Each graze along the edge of the fabric sent shocks to my core.
Were the couples’ eyes glued to my movements, desperate for more? Were they touching each other? Was he mimicking my movements? Teasing her with soft grazes against her core? I didn’t dare lift my eyes.
When my fingers sunk beneath the fabric, I let out a moan, surprised to find how turned on I actually was and that I was wet. I made my motions big, to make sure the couple sitting directly across from my spread legs could see what was happening.
When I heard them for the first time, it almost pulled me out of the moment. A swish of fabric, her soft moan, his heavy grunt. I kept my hand moving, my hips pushing up, but my mind was slipping.
What were they doing? Who were they? Did they like what they saw?
Her breathing increased, and the repeated rustle of fabric led me to believe they were having sex.
Were they even watching me anymore? What would I see if I lifted my head enough to peer into the shadows?
My core tightened at that thought, and I closed my eyes and pictured it. I pictured her straddling his lap and grinding on him as he stared over her shoulder and watched my thighs shake from pleasure.
Using my rush of moisture, I pushed my fingers inside my pussy and moaned. I pulled back out and circled my clit, wondering if she had turned to watch me too, and I moaned again.
The rustle of clothes sped up to a rhythmic thrust that I used to time my motions, keeping pace with them. Her cries became louder and mine matched hers. Not that I was particularly loud but had to remember their request for sounds.
But soon they were real, and I was coming. My walls squeezing around my fingers as my thumb worked harder across my bud. Almost as soon as I was done, with ringing still in my ears, I heard them climax, his loud groan pulling another spasm from my core.
I gathered myself fast, unsure of how to finish the scene. They hadn’t specified and laying there with my hand stuck in my underwear seemed like too much, but I knew they were supposed to leave first.
With one last breathy gasp, I pulled my hand out and rolled to my side, bringing the book with me. I slipped under the covers and pretended to read. While they prepared to leave, I stared at the words on the page and a small storm brewed inside me.
I’d come.
I’d enjoyed it.
I liked being watched. It spurred me on more to imagine them watching, getting off to what I was doing.
In all my thoughts about what I’d agreed to do, my nerves had been the only ones I’d been concerned with. I never imagined that I would like it. Would I like being with Jackson? Would I begin to crave him too? How far would I be willing to go?
When I heard the click of the door, I sat up and watched the minute hand circle around, waiting two full rotations before I got up to leave. As soon as I walked out of the room, I went to the iPad and removed my options. I was done performing for the night, too overwhelmed with my first performance to continue. Instead I stuck to Charlotte’s side and distracted myself with orders and customers, knowing I would eventually need to process the surprising reactions I had in the room.
But it could wait.
Callum
“I had a great night, Cal. Would you maybe want to grab a drink at my place?”
I thought over Shannon’s offer, knowing it was more than a drink, knowing I should say yes, but my body already breaking out in a sweat at the idea. “I’ve got an early morning, but maybe next time.” I added a smile to soften the rejection.