He curled his entire body around me as he sucked, desperate to get more. More of my milk. “This is…” I tried to say, but only managed a whimper. It was the most intense experience ever. I gripped onto him tighter, squirming and restless as he took and took.
We’d been in here for too much time now, no doubt someone had checked the cameras and seen what we wereup to, choosing to leave us to it, but there was only so long I could have sex at work, without making anyone any money, before someone came and told me off. It was reckless, stupid, but that’s what this man brought out in me. I was breaking all kinds of moral barriers for him. Over and over again.
But Harry was revived, his cock heavy against my thigh as he began moving down my body again, tonguing and sucking on every inch of my skin, like he wanted to consume me entirely. Even as he pulled away from my milk-filled breasts, he didn’t get any less hungry.
It felt incredible, and he seemed gone to the world, licking me all over, dipping his tongue into my armpits and down my arms, jumping to my stomach where he kissed, with a gentle reverence, all over. He pressed his tongue into my belly button, and I wondered if he thought about the life we’d made, sitting deep within my body.
He said nothing though, and continued his path down, responding to every gasp and shiver from my breath with a grin or a groan. When his tongue landed on my pussy again, his hand reached up to my mouth. He slid three fingers against my tongue, fucking them between my lips while he swirled his tongue over my sore clit. I was overworked, oversensitive and wrung out, but I still craved more.
It was like he could not get enough of me, like that droplet of milk had lit a fire in him to consume me. I could only lie there and take it.
He lifted my thighs and licked my skin, trailing his tongue from my knee to the crease where leg met pussy.
“Harry…” I sighed, not really knowing why, what for. I just wanted him to communicate.
“You’re so delicious,” he said, heaving me up higher, so my entire spine was almost completely off the ground. “Every single inch of you.” He paused, looking at the sight of me, spread out and bare for him. “Just let me, please.”
A slight nod was all he needed before he dove back in, this time lifting my legs for better access, pressing his tongue against my asshole. He fucked me with it, using his hands to squeeze and knead at whatever flesh he could reach while holding me up.
“Can you come again?” he asked between the tongue fucking. “I want more of you, all over me.”
“Keep going,” I whimpered. My body was on fire for him, my pussy pulsing and throbbing with desire for more. “Rub my clit.”
And he did. While he tongue-fucked my ass, he massaged his thumb into my clit. My tits tingled and zapped; my body heated to breaking. And I came again, with Harrysurrounding me, devouring me. I shuddered and cried out, whimpering through another orgasm.
This one was low and slow, intense in a building way, making my vision darken and blur around the edges. I was only vaguely aware of Harry lowering me down and returning to my tit. This time, though, he just flickered his tongue over the point of them both.
“More milk,” he murmured, answering the question on the tip of my tongue. “You’re so fucking perfect, Zora.”
“We definitely made a mistake meeting in a damn sex club,” I said a little later. Harry looked sheepish across the sticky diner table from me, but shrugged it off.
“It was the only place I could find you,” he admitted. “And spur of the moment.”
Once we came down from our sex high, we got cleaned up in the hideous, sparse shower in the dungeon room and slipped back into our clothes. I made him leave through the customer exit, and I grabbed Bailey to tell her I needed to go, to have this conversation in a more neutral place. She told me there was a conversation to come with her, too, but let me leave. I had a sense this job wouldn’t be waitingfor me much longer, but I trusted Bailey and Noah not to throw me out on the streets.
And now, Harry and I were in an all-night diner a few blocks down from the club, waiting for our food to arrive. Looking across at the person we’d just sinned with. Cheated with. Hurt the only member of my family I even liked.
Because in the harsh light of this diner, far from anything sexy, it was hard not to confront what we’d done. I’d betrayed Victoria. So, so deeply. At least the first time I hadn’t known. This time, it was with full open eyes that this man before me had proposed to my sister, and that they were planning a dang wedding and a life together. A wedding I was supposed to be maid of honor for.
I groaned. “What are we going to do?” I asked, running my hands over my face. My body was so wrung out after what we’d done, and I’d stuffed tissues in my bra to stop any more leaks, but they were scratchy. Didn’t know which was worse. Only that I needed a dang nap.
Harry sighed. “I have no idea.”
“We have to tell Vicky,” I said, wincing at the sound of her name in this situation. I’d chickened out before, buried my head in the sand.
“Yeah.” He nodded, appearing so defeated. “Togetheror…?”
“How much does she know? Have you cheated on her before?” I asked, a growing heat under my ass - he was the one that betrayed her first, most. He vowed… he was going to vow. Shit.
“She knows I visited the club. She knows why. What I wanted…” He trailed off, looking a little sheepish in the harsh light of the diner. I could sense him over every inch of me, inside and out. And despite the wrongness of it, I didn’t see a way forward without him in it. We were breaking something here, between fiancés, between sisters. Family.
How messed up.
“She let you cheat?” I asked, a little incredulous, because, well, good for her, more open-minded than I ever thought. She’d never been mean about my job, but winced whenever it came up in conversation.
He shrugged. “It was a one and done, try out the kink thing. Get it out of my system, yeah? We… Uh.” He looked at me like he wasn’t sure he should share. “We have different kinks. She didn’t want any information beyond that it might happen.” He spoke even quieter then, wringing his hands together, not looking me in the eye. “I’m not sure she was serious, but I didn’t ask.”
I nodded, letting the weight of his words settle over me. Semi-consented to cheating, if there was such a thing. “Youshould hook her up with someone at the club,” I teased, my tone only a touch biting. “Get her end wet too.”
