I mirror the movements of the blonde’s fingers and those of Lucky. My breathing picks up quietly, and I press my temple against the doorframe.
And then I feel a large hand brace against the small of my back.
I suck in a gasp and retract my hand from my panties, but then another hand catches my forearm, holding it in place.
“You like to watch.” I’m totally drunk, but the low, husky voice distinctly belongs to Patrick.
I’m too drunk to adequately panic or flee, and words spill out of my mouth on reflex. “I’ve never watched anything before.”
The two women are now moaning audibly enough that there’s no way any of the three of them on the Chesterfield can hear the whispered exchange between Patrick and me.
“There’s nothing wrong with watching.” His lips are close to my ear, and the feel of his hot breath against my skin only adds to the ache below. “Keep watching. It’s half the reason he doesn’t get a room.” His fingers stroke my forearm, and his lips brush my earlobe. “Everything’s a performance.”
Lucky withdraws his fingers from the blonde’s slit and grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling her head away from the dark-haired woman. As if following perfect choreography, the woman slips out from underneath the blonde, sliding off the couch and positioning herself on the floor between Lucky’s splayed knees. She swiftly unbuckles his belt and unfastens his slacks, freeing his erection that is thick, tall, and rigid.
My breath catches as she takes the full length of him into her mouth. Lucky releases the blonde’s hair and gives her ass a nudge that causes the woman to flatten her torso against the sofa, but she lifts her hips and spreads her thighs for him. While one woman repeatedly bobs her head up and down over his cock, he sinks his fingers deep into the other woman’s pussy.
My head is now spinning from my rapid breathing far more than from the alcohol, and more words spill out of my mouth. “Do you like watching him like this?”
Patrick’s fingers wrap around my wrist and guide my hand back under my skirt. “I like watching women watch him.”
The woman on her knees is sucking harder and faster, and Lucky’s fingers working the other woman match her pace. He lowers his head back against the sofa and clenches his free hand into a fist. Faintness creeps into my head, and I instinctively lean back against Patrick’s chest. His hand is still wrapped around my wrist, but I twist my arm free and clasp his hand, directing him to move his fingers to where mine left off.
I drop my head back to lay against his shoulder, and he pulls me firmly against him, his erection hot and hard against my ass. My eyes are focused like lasers on Lucky as he repeatedly clenches his jaw and adds his thumb to stroke and circle the blonde’s exposed anus.
On some level, I know I’d never be doing any of this if I wasn’t completely shitfaced. But I’m already doing it. I’m already holding Patrick’s wrist in place while he strokes the lips of my pussy and I grind against his hand. I’m already watching the blonde woman muffle her orgasm against the leather Chesterfield. I’m already staring at Lucky De Luca while he grits his teeth and quietly growls in the back of his throat, his climax quickly approaching.
And that’s when I don’t want to watch anymore. I don’t know why, but I don’t want to see him come undone at the hands and mouth of another woman.
Pulling Patrick’s hand away, I jerk his wrist to drag him back down the hall to my room.
We stumble through the door, and he spins the lock before marching toward me and caging my waist between his palms. He crashes his mouth onto mine, and I moan against his hot lips and tongue. My hands blindly fumble to release his belt and fly, and I reach inside his slacks and boxer briefs to wrap my hand around his thick cock. Pumping his length with my fist, I kiss him with starvation.
I haven’t had sex in a little more than a year. I’veneverhad sex like what I know is about to happen. There’s a big difference between just sex andfucking. And Patrick and I are about to fuck.
He deftly tugs the beaded straps down my shoulders, exposing my breasts, and then lifts me up with his arms wrapped under my ass. He dips his head to suck hard on my nipple, and I yelp loudly. Carrying me across the room, Patrick drops me on the bed, still nipping and sucking my breasts while he pushes the skirt up and pulls my panties down.
Abruptly pulling away from me, he tugs my panties all the way down and off my legs, and then pauses only long enough to slip out his wallet to retrieve a condom. I stare at him while he rips the foil with his teeth and grips his cock in preparation to sheath himself, but I don’t really see Patrick and his impressive erection. In my mind, I’m in the big room, on my knees, wrapping my lips around Lucky’s cock and causing him to unravel.
He’s just down the hall, probably climaxing at this very moment, and the thought of it causes me to shamelessly spread my legs while my hands return to the aching lips between my thighs. While my fingers glide between my folds and dip inside, Patrick is sitting back on his haunches, still pausing while he holds the condom between his fingertips, and he fists his length as he watches me. I can feel him staring at me, and I’m staring at his hand as he works his cock, but in my mind, I’m not withhimat all.
The heady swirl of my approaching orgasm causes me to close my eyes, and I let myself whimper and bite my lip.
“Keep going,” Patrick husks, his voice suddenly closer.
I feel his mouth close over one of my breasts while his hand squeezes the other. I add my other hand, my left stroking my lips and my right plunging inside to torture my g-spot. The heady swirl transitions to an explosion of electricity zinging through my body, from my core to my extremities, and my climax rips through me as my mind’s eye continues to display Lucky’s cobalt eyes and strong, solid fingers bringing me to the blindness of total pleasure.
The waves of my orgasm are still thrashing through me when my hands are ripped away from my pussy. I feel Patrick drive his cock deep inside me, and the dizzying sensation starts all over again. I wrap my thighs tightly around his hips and grip his hair with both hands. He captures my mouth with a searing kiss, and I keep my eyes pressed shut, mentally living out the dark depths of fantasies I’ve had about Lucky for years.
Isn’t it wrong to unapologetically think of one person while fucking someone else?
Probably.
But all of this is wrong and completely out of character, but it’s also uninhibited liberation.
I might regret all of it tomorrow. In fact, I know I will.
But I keep going.
