In one thrust, one of the men entered her and the woman's moan vibrated through the glass. My soft gasp echoed through the dark space. Electricity crackled in the room and my mouth went dry as I watched her.
Her palms flattened against the glass. Jesus, they should get a room, not do it out in the open, I thought to myself. Though the purpose of the sex club was to do it in the open. God help me out of this mess!
Her moans became piercing, I heard them loud and clear from here. One of the men wrapped his hand around her, his fingers pinching her nipple and her breathy whimper traveled through the glass. I felt my own nipples tighten.
I shifted, trying to get comfortable, feeling too hot for my own good. Then I shifted again, my ass grinding slightly against Alexei and I froze.
Alexei was hard.
My head snapped back to his face. Nothing but the same expression met mine. My heart pounded against my ribcage, my breathing labored and this man showed nothing. No emotion. No flicker of desire.
Except he is hard.The thought pierced through my lust infused brain.
All thoughts evaporated from my brain, leaving me only with this flame of lust that licked at my skin. I shifted on his lap and a flicker of depraved hunger flashed in his eyes. Flames in his pale blue gaze that threatened to swallow me.
Then he snapped. One second I was sitting on his lap, the next my palms were against the window, and I was bent over with my ass in the air.
ALEXEI
I was so fucking hard, my cock strained against her ass. The moment she ground against it, my control snapped. The blood roared in my brain and rushed straight to my groin. I fucking snapped.
Bending her over, her palms braced against the glass, my hands pushed her red dress up, baring her ass to my view. The woman wore the tiniest string I had ever seen. I pressed my body against hers so she could feel my cock against the soft curve of her ass.
Pressing my lips to her fragile neck, I enjoyed her soft skin, the racing pulse beneath my mouth. Licking the skin over her collarbone, I brought my palms to her round ass.
“Ready?” I asked. A small whimper escaped her mouth, her breathing labored.
She glanced over her shoulder, our eyes connecting. Those deep, warm brown eyes. The color of chocolate. She smelled like chocolate too.
“Ready, kroshka?” It was her last chance to stop me.
“Y-yes.” Her voice was breathy, her lips pouty red, and her eyes hazed with lust. Fuck if I knew whether it was for me or what she saw that threesome couple do.
The petite, dark-haired FBI agent was full of surprises. I shouldn’t take it too far. Everything that touched me ended up broken. Everything I touched ended up ruined. Filthy.
But unless we played this right, Igor would rat us out and our ticket to Ivan would go to fucking hell. The way he leered at her pissed me off. It sent cold fury down my spine and made me want to murder him.
Aurora wasmine. Her breasts. Her ass. Her pussy. All fucking mine. Her mouth, though, wouldn’t be. I didn’t kiss.
I reached around and parted her thighs, pushing the flimsy material aside and sliding my finger past her folds. She was soaked. So fucking wet that my fingers were drenched within seconds.
God help me, but she was intoxicating and maddening at the same fucking time. Unlike anyone I had ever met before.
Even her arousal smelled like chocolate, like a drug you inhaled and it forever remained in your system. I pushed my fingers deeper in and her pussy clenched around my fingers. Her head fell backwards, her eyes watching me over her shoulder, through her heavy eyelids and her cheeks flushed.
With my free hand, I fisted her hair and tugged it backwards, aware others from the club were watching. They could barely see us though. Only the outline of us would be visible because I dimmed the lights just right to ensure they couldn’t see us clearly.
Her pussy kept clenching around my fingers, eager for more as I thrust my fingers in and out. Her moans grew louder, her ass pushing against me. Then without warning, I retreated my fingers and brought them to her mouth. Without my asking, her lips parted and she sucked them clean.
Fucking beautiful!
Still gripping her hair with one hand, I unbuckled my pants, pushed her thong aside, then slid my rock-hard cock along her hot folds, then slammed into her. She was tight, her pussy clenching around my cock like a stronghold. Her moans vibrated straight to my chest as I fucked her hard. For the past two weeks, ever since she opened her sassy, smart mouth, this was all I wanted, and it was better than I envisioned.
She felt like heaven. My own personal heaven that I had no right to, but I stole a taste of it anyhow. All my control disintegrated as I fucked her hard and relentless. She matched each one of my thrusts with a whimper.
I worried I’d break her, forcing myself to ease up when her low warning growl had me spurring on.
“More.” I was more than happy to oblige, picking up my pace and pounding into her mercilessly. Her soft moans turned into gasping, urgent cries. She was close. I felt it as if it was my own orgasm. I turned her head, so I could see her face as she shattered with pleasure. For me.