She was quiet, and for a moment, he wondered if he’d gone too far. He watched her intently as her head slowly swiveled in his direction, her gaze meeting his. The flash of lust in her eyes was impossible to miss, but it was mixed with uncertainty and confusion. Yet for all her supposed insecurity, she didn’t look away from him. She did, however, lick her crimson-colored lips, which drove him absolutely wild.
Her enticing chest rose and fell with her accelerated breathing. She appeared stunned into silence, but so entranced she couldn’t tear her gaze from his. Two minutes passed. They continued to stare at each other. Drake saw the curtain drop from the corner of his eye and Jane turned the sound up a notch as the models succumbed to the natural desire to finish what they’d started.
One let out a low groan.
“Suck me hard,” another said in a strained voice.
The model positioned between the other two did as instructed as the man behind him pumped his cock into him while gripping his hips. The fake plant on the “glass shelf” took a violent tumble to the stage floor.
Sharp grunts and lusty groans filled the quiet office in which a now-captive audience of three sat. Shana broke her gaze with Drake, though he still studied her closely as her attention shifted to the flat panel above the fireplace.
He could see what happened onscreen from his peripheral vision and was completely in tune to how Shana reacted to it. Her body was rigid as she sat perfectly still on the sofa, her back ramrod straight. She’d set her purse on the coffee table when she’d accepted her glass of champagne from Jane and now wrapped one hand around the stem of the crystal flute and one around the bowl, surprisingly not shattering it with what appeared to be a tight grip.
Her breathing was shallow and she pressed her legs together as she watched the threesome behind the red curtain.
The model fucking the bent-over partner reached around and wrapped his long fingers around his lover’s cock, his hand feverishly stroking the erect penis in time with his quick, forceful bucking.
“That’s it,” the man receiving the blowjob said. “Fuck him harder. He takes me deeper each time.”
“Oh!” The word seemed to fall unbidden from Shana’s parted lips. Her eyes widened and Drake saw another patch of pink on her flawless skin as it crept up her neck. She swallowed hard and her pulse jumped at her throat, tempting Drake.
He didn’t drink human blood anymore, but that did not keep him from craving a taste of hers.
A dangerous yearning, to be sure. But a natural compulsion he couldn’t help.
He tore his gaze from the beauty beside him and focused on the screen as he sought a distraction from his errant and torturous thoughts. Her blood wasn’t the only thing he wanted to taste. Her scent was intoxicating—downright mouthwatering, in fact. He was painfully aroused, his cock straining against the confining material of his boxer-style briefs and his suit pants.
Sitting so close to her was hardly wise. His arm along the back of the sofa could easily drape over her bare shoulders. His fingers burned to touch her skin. He’d already learned it was warm and supple. Simply holding her hand for the two brief times he had made him desperate to stroke every inch of bare skin that covered her gorgeous curves.
He fought the temptation, though. No easy feat. Somehow, he managed to summon enough willpower to keep from reaching over and grazing his fingers along the line of bronze flesh exposed by the high slit in her dress.
His diversionary tactic of watching the models didn’t work. The onscreen action wasn’t particularly stimulating to him, so his thoughts continued to drift to Shana, sitting right beside him, her nipples pebbled tight and tenting the satin material of her dress. Her breathing was uneven and her pulse raced, as evidenced by the vein in her neck that kept drawing his attention.
The voices echoing in his dimly lit, cozy office rose as the thrusting and sucking and stroking reached a fevered pitch and the sexual tension mounted.
“Fuck that tight ass,” said the model whose cock was in the mouth of the one being fucked. “I’m going to come.” His fingers were twined in his partner’s hair, making the painted strands stick out in all directions.
“Oh, yeah.” The man bucking wildly as he jerked off his lover grunted. “Clench your cheeks and squeeze me tight. Fuck my cock.” The grinding against his pelvis made him groan loudly.
The model getting blown detangled one hand from the strands of hair and cupped his own balls, rolling them and lightly tugging on them as his breathing turned ragged. “That’s it,” he said as his eyes drifted closed. “Just like that. Suck me hard. Oh…oh…oh, yes!”
His body convulsed as he came. His partner released him and let out a sharp groan as the fist encasing his cock pumped faster.
“Give it to me good,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Yeah, that’s what I want. Oh fuck, yes!”
The spasms from his orgasm clearly caused him to squeeze his lover tighter, because the man hammering into him finally allowed his own release. He let out a satisfied groan as his body jerked and his cock pushed deep into the haven it’d found.
More grunts and sighs of pleasure followed when they finally detangled themselves from one another.
The room fell silent as Jane turned off the security monitor.
Shana blinked several times, still staring at the now-blank flat panel. She was clearly at a loss for words.
Drake wanted to reach for her hand again, but she was quick to move forward in the seat and set her champagne glass on the coffee table. He noticed her hands shook.
“Well, that was…enlightening,” she said in a provocative voice that ignited every sexual craving Drake had worked so hard to suppress this evening.
He wanted to crush his mouth to hers and kiss her hard and passionately. He wanted to haul her body up against his and feel every luscious inch of her pressed to him. He wanted to lift her skirt and thrust his cock deep into her, sating every animalistic desire gripping him so tightly. He could barely hold back. It was hell to do so, but uncertainty marred her lovely features, making her brow furrow. He wanted to smooth away the wrinkle and reassure her that it was okay to be aroused, to be swept away by the sensuality of the moment.