Owen positions himself in front of me, and I just realize how tall he really is. How convenient, I think to myself. And I smile seductively at him, biting my lower lip for effect. His cock rubs against my pussy lips again, and I moan before he even plunges himself in. This time though, he takes his time, teasing me with the tip of his erection. But he’s not the only one with tricks up their sleeve. I open my legs wider, making my pussy open up to him too. Then, I reach forward to rub my own clit. Fuck, pleasuring myself in front of these people is turning me on even more. I feel my juices flowing out of my opening.
“Naughty, naughty girl,” Owen gushes, “you need to be punished, pet.”
I grin again, and his cock finally impales me. I moan loudly, then I lean back, planting my hands on the bar’s edge to keep me from falling. Now, my naked breasts are at full attention with their erect nipples.
Owen grabs my legs and spreads me further. The bartender moves closer to me, and I notice that he also has his cock out. His hand moves as fast as Owen’s cock pistons inside me. So, I reach for my nipple and start pulling and rubbing.
Owen growls at me. Then, he starts to rub my clit again. But this time, he puts more pressure on it. My pussy has been waiting for a release since he started pushing his cock against me. And everything is starting to add up — the pressure of his thumb on my clit, my fingers on my nipples, and the sensation of his cock rubbing against my inner walls. Finally, my orgasm hits me, and I moan loudly as the waves of pleasure course through my body. His orgasm follows with his cock spurting his hot semen inside me, filling me.
My lover meets my eyes, and we stare at each other as both of our bodies start to relax from the high of our orgasm. I feel like this is the best time to ask about his feelings for me. But I can’t find the words to voice it. Instead, my heart starts racing again, and I find myself panicking.
Why do I deserve to know about his feelings about me when I can’t even be honest about myself to him? What can I even say to him after this? And who must I be? The Sloane who took care of his child and started to love her, or the Sloane who keeps living behind a façade? Who am I?
Chapter Twenty-Two - Owen
I don’t know what came over me. But when I saw my pet leaning over the bar counter, I knew that I wanted to fuck her then and there. I had to have her in front of everybody in this dark and loud club so I could show them that she’s mine because…I love her. I love being with her. I love pushing my cock inside her. I love every moment that we spend together. And I wish for more. I wonder whether she will say yes if I ask her to go to Washington with me. Or is that too much to ask from someone who is practically a stranger?
The masked woman smiles at me as she smooths her little black dress and pushes back a hair that has come out of place. A stranger… I realize now that it is all that we are to each other. So, isn’t it strange and confusing that I have these feelings that I thought I would never feel again? Laura ensured that I was hurt and so damaged that I could never fall for someone else again, but now…
“Hey. Is fucking me so mind-blowing that you feel out of your senses now?”
I furrow my brows in reply because it is exactly that mind-blowing sexual and sensual experience that made me realize I have these deep feelings for her. How can she have guessed that? What does it mean?
“Are you okay?” This time my pet sounds seriously concerned.
I want to soothe those worries away. Yet, I can’t explain my feelings to her because I don’t want to scare her, so I smile instead. That seems to work because her frown turns up, and she returns the gesture. But then, she pays her bill and turns around.
No. I can’t, don’t want to let her go. Please, not yet. I hear myself pleading in my mind. Of course, my pet can’t hear me, so she turns away. And I grab her arm before she is entirely out of my sight.
“Do you…Would you mind spending some more time with me?” I manage to ask.
The masked woman looks around before turning to me with a grin.
“It’s a little bit too crowded in here. And it still smells, so much like sex.” And we are the ones who initiated the mindless, carnal display of lust and affection, I add in my head. She continues, “so, is it okay if we just do it outside? The spending time together?”