Resigned to her fate, she pocketed the phone and took another few sips of liquid courage, and again faced the lounge.
Most of the scattered groups of people were deep in conversation. Though why people chose a sex club to get philosophical, she didn’t know. Other than bendy chick and white butt, who’d swapped missionary position for doggy-style, and a couple of girls engaged in a marathon French-kissing session, no one was touching each other. Or even partially naked.
She could handle this.
Three doorways branched off the main room and she headed for one before the last of her nerve packed its bags and headed for Tahiti. She had to pass the pair screwing on the couch on her way out but instead of looking away, Kelly found her gaze drawn to the ripple of the guy’s thigh muscles as he powered in and out of the woman’s cunt. The man and woman’s gazes locked and she whimpered, caught in his spell.
Just as Kelly was caught. She heard the whimper rise in her own throat, begging to be released. She wanted to be taken like that. Without mercy and with complete devotion.
The man jackhammered his hips against the woman’s, his speed below the waist somehow emphasizing how carefully he stroked his partner’s face. He kissed her with reverence and cupped her cheek, making it seem as if they were alone rather than in a room full of strangers.
Oddly mesmerized, Kelly lifted a hand to her damp throat. Her pulse raced under her fingers and her clit throbbed but she kept her feet moving. She was here to be part of the action, not watch it.
If she didn’t throw up first.
She moved through the throngs of people until she was alone in a long, dank hallway. Laughter rang out at the other end and she walked toward the sound. The closed door at the end of the hall taunted her. Beckoned her to investigate. Her feet moved forward of their own accord, forcing her toward what waited.
Finally reaching the door, she pushed it open and swallowed the last of her drink.
No more hesitation. No more watching.
Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting quickly. A hand wrapped around her ankle, startling her. She glanced down at a reclining, giggling blond, clearly drunk off her ass, who’d decided her mission in life was to divest Kelly of her shoes.
“Off, off! You’ll ruin the floor.”
She complied, mainly because she assumed that would make the blond slink away faster. She was right. The moment Kelly stepped out of her heels, the blond crawled into a huge bear of a man’s lap. The towels between them fell away like tissue paper as she simultaneously wound her arm around his neck and her hand around his cock.
Kelly jolted at the sudden tightening in her nipples. Damn, this was unreal.
She turned her head, blinking away the thick clouds of steam that made her already clingy dress tighten as if it were cellophane. Her vision cleared before her mind could take in the scene before her. It wasn’t an orgy, exactly, because mostly everyone was split into couples. But the sheer amount of nudity was staggering.
She swayed as a wave of dizziness swept over her. Between the overwhelming heat, the alcohol and her empty stomach, she couldn’t seem to focus. Her vision grayed and her damp fingers tensed around the glass she still held. Her back hit the wall and she groaned, beyond grateful for the support.
Breathe, just breathe. Ride it out.
Her swimming head shifted toward the couple in the corner directly across from her. At first she couldn’t make out their faces through the thick steam but it didn’t matter. She didn’t need to. She recognized the large hand on the small of the woman’s naked back, just below her fall of auburn curls. The thick but somehow elegant fingers, the wide palm, the expensive gold watch.
Kelly swallowed hard. Flight-or-fight instincts kicked in, strongly leaning toward flight. But she couldn’t stop staring.
God, he was beautiful.
They stood at an angle, offering her a profile view. Shadows gilded his roped shoulders as their sweat-slickened bodies rubbed against each other. His head lowered to hers, his perfect lips roaming her mouth, her cheeks, her neck. He fisted a handful of her hair and turned her around so that his cock, clearly visible under his towel, brushed her ass. She smiled over her shoulder at him, her long, blood-red nails scraping up his neck as their mouths flirted. Almost kissing, but not quite.
Kelly didn’t move. Scarcely breathed. What would he do next? Fuck Nina right here in front of everyone?
Of course.
But he didn’t. Instead he pushed Nina toward a man seated on a bench a few feet away and stepped back.
Nina went willingly, her eagerness palpable as she tore the man’s towel away and straddled his lap. It was only then that Kelly saw the guy had already donned a condom. Was that how it worked? Guys suited up and waited for a woman to hop on?
Apparently Nina didn’t have a problem with that idea. She impaled herself on his cock and he grabbed her breasts, lifting them to his hungry mouth. He ate at her flesh as if she were succulent fruit and she squirmed against him, clearly loving every moment.
Kelly sucked in a breath, unable to look away. Unable to remember why she didn’t want to be there. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ignore the persistent throb of her clit. This wasn’t her scene, even if her body said otherwise.
Nina dropped her head back, her long hair trailing over the guy’s thighs as she rode him with abandon. Her legs squeezed his and he sucked on her nipples, making her cry out loud enough for Kelly to hear. Squeal was more like it. From the sounds of things, she’d be coming in no time.
Spencer stared at them, standing close but apart. Not touching anyone, just watching. Kelly’s gaze dropped to the definite rise in the front of his towel. She gasped aloud as he undid the knot at his hip and gripped his length, twisting hard, his face contorting with need.