The sound of me undoing his fly seemed to echo through the air, though I’m sure no one even heard it over the din of the room. Connor and I were buddies, but we’d never been together. Sure, we’d seen each other naked around the club, but we’d never played with each other before. Never been up close with each other like this.
I pulled out his cock. Half-hard, uncircumcised, and a decent length. Definitely something I could work with.
“Hold out your hand,” Connor directed. I did as he said and he squirted a generous amount onto my palm. “Put it to use.”
Holding him firmly in my now slippery fingers, I worked him up and down. He angled his hips lower in the chair, giving me a better vantage point. When he let out his first groan, I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. He wasn’t Adam, but I still had a reputation to uphold. I was more than goodin bed, and whoever I ended up pleasing tonight would damn well know it.
Piper and Greg stared, entranced by what was happening. I threw them a quick wink and continued working Connor. Pump after pump, his dick grew harder in my grasp. He gazed down at me, eyes locked on my lower lip. I stuck my tongue out to wet it, and he seized my hand, stopping my movement.
“Sit on it,” he demanded, handing me a condom from his pocket.
I ripped open the metallic package and rolled the ribbed latex down the length of his shaft.
Adam didn’t share me often. This all still felt very taboo, no matter how much I liked it. I stood, glancing to the back where he was seated, his gaze boring a hole through my skull. We locked eyes and he gave me the slightest nod. If Adam was still feeling good about the arrangement, then so was I. Who was I to deny him my punishment? After all, I deserved it.
Straddling Connor’s lap, I sank onto his thick cock while he held it steady, and dropped my head back in a moan loud enough to reach Adam. Stretching aroundhim, I delighted in the sensation of being filled and the knowledge that Adam could see and hear me enjoying another man. Piper and Greg had ceased all conversation and were strictly focused on me. Even a few members at other tables had drinks halfway to their mouths, stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of one of the lounge waitresses hooking up with a patron.
Not that it was unusual. People fucked in the lounge all the time. But it wasn’t often that it was at a table full of people in the middle of a packed house during a rush.
Connor slapped the side of my thigh. “Ride.”
I obeyed, rocking my body against his. Back and forth, back and forth. I swirled my hips, making him buck into me. The pleasure coiling deep in my stomach was starting to climb. I reached down to touch myself, but Connor swatted my hand away.
“Adam gave specific instructionsnottolet you come. No touching.”
I whimpered at the scolding. For a brief moment, I’d forgotten I wasn’t allowed to finish. Not until Adam gave me the go-ahead. I rode harder knowing he was still observingfrom the back. If he wouldn’t take me now, then he could watch me get another man off. Connor grasped my thighs and dug his fingers into my skin. He pulled and pushed me, helping my body move exactly the way he wanted.
“A little more and I’m going to—” He paused, jerking into me, stuttering out his release.
That was too easy. I was used to Adam taking his time and working us both up to the brink before finally orgasming alongside each other. Another thing I loved about him…his ability to work slowly, to make us savour it, to ensure I got every drop of pleasure wrung from my body.
“Hell of a way to start an evening,” Greg said, chuckling to himself before taking another sip of his scotch.
I simpered at him before dismounting Connor’s lap. “Welcome to The AfterGlow.”
5
adam
Fuck,she was hot.
Every single fucking thing about her drove me crazy. The way she looked for my approval before starting. The way she descended onto Connor’s dick. The way her long, dark hair fell in her face as she worked him with her pussy. I knew theexactfeeling he experienced, because that pussy was mine.
The urge to touch myself was overwhelming the entire time she fucked him.Iwanted to be inside her.Iwanted to be the one making the whole room simultaneously hold their breath while they looked in awe at her abandon. She was perfect. My little pet.Doing exactly what I wanted her to, when I wanted her to.
I grunted, shifting in the booth I’d chosen purposefully to have the ultimate view of her while she rode our friend. Punishing her was never easy for me. Yes, I loved it, but I also wanted to pin her down and have my way with her immediately. Torturing her tortured me, too.
Instead, I studied her while she worked. Her ability to go back to serving espresso martinis and sazeracs was something to be admired. As if she didn’t just have someone’s cock in her ten minutes ago. Like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk around, unfazed, after fucking in a room full of people.
She floated effortlessly from table to table, checking on members, chatting with the regulars. The short black skirt of her uniform almost revealed the bottom of her tight ass, and the tiny white button-on collar paired with the low-cut blouse accentuated her tits flawlessly, but it was the transparent thigh-high stockings that made me bite my fist. Those weren’t actually part of the uniform. They were a Lilah special. As were the blackplatform heels she stomped around in, exuding power and charm with every step she took.
Just because I wasn’t going to fuck her yet, didn’t mean I couldn’t play with her. I raised my hand and shot two fingers up, catching her eye. She ended her conversation with a curly brunette and her date, then traipsed over to me.
“How can I help you, boss? Another drink?” she asked, placing her palms on the table and brazenly leaning over to give me a direct line of sight down her shirt.
Brat.
“I’m good for now, pet. Are you good?” I smirked, already knowing the answer but asking anyway because I wanted to hear that needy little whine from her lips.
