"Yes," I say, even though I'm so crazed I barely know what I'm saying. Even though I know that Kase doesn't mean a word.
"Tell me again. Let him see."
"I belong to you," I say, forcing my hips back so my pussy can swallow him deeper. "Oh God."
The man below licks his lips as though he's imagining his tongue on my spread pussy, imagining the way I taste and the heat of my skin. Imagining making my clit swell even more than it is right now.
I'm lost between two men: the man behind me, responsible for all my pleasure, and the man he's allowing to be part of this, if only as a bystander.
How odd it is to feel like two men are part of my pleasure when only one man is touching me.
I wonder why Kase has this kink. What is it in his past that has made him want to display his sexual prowess for others? What is it that makes him want to share the woman he's with to a stranger's eyes?
Kase tugs on my hair as I come, keeping me upright through wave upon wave of the brightest pleasure. The moan that leaves my lips is something animal and desperate, but Kase doesn't seem to mind. He carries on fucking me through it all with the kind of precision that only a man with extreme control can deliver.
"That's it, baby," he says. "That's it. You feel so fucking good."
And I do. I feel awesome. Like a powerful and uninhibited goddess who's opened a box of treasures she never knew existed.
When Kase's cock swells inside me, it feels different from anything I've ever experienced. There's an intimacy to it, which is strange, seeing as we're not alone. All around us, there are people who know what we're doing. Downstairs, there are people who witnessed it all, the penetration and now the release. Kase lets go of my hair and bends to kiss my neck, his breath gusting over my skin fast and hot. His fingers find the strap of my dress and draw it up so that my breast is covered with the soft black fabric. Smoothing the skirt of my dress down at the front, he sighs. "You're perfect," he whispers. "Absolutely perfect."
And I feel it.
Like a dove, released from a cage to fly free into the perfect blue summer sky, I'm liberated.
Even though we're still joined, I turn at the waist so I can look into his ethereal gray eyes. The birds on his neck soar to escape the prison of his collar, and the affinity with my own feelings makes tears burn in my throat. I kiss him, slow and deep, our tongues sliding against each other lazily, unconcerned of any onlookers.
Eventually, I feel him slipping from inside me and sense him reaching into his jacket pocket. Kase presses a handkerchief to my entrance, catching the slip of cum that I can feel dripping from inside me. I wish I could touch it. There's a strange sense of loss that comes with him wiping it away.
When I'm clean, and he's tucked away, there's nothing to show what we just did. From the outside, we could be any couple, at a nightclub to enjoy the music, alcohol and even some dancing. I don't expect Kase to wrap his arms around me, holding me against him in a firm hug that squeezes the air from my chest. I don't expect the tenderness from him, but it's there.
"Are you okay?" he asks, but I can't find the words to reply. My throat is closed with emotion, so I nod and bury my face against his chest, relishing the moments of closeness.
Is this what they call aftercare?
It's more than I've ever had from a lover before, and my lovers have been relationships.
Kase isn't my boyfriend. There are no feelings between us outside of friendship, so then why does this feel like more?
We stand that way for as long as I need to pull myself together, and I do what I do best, stuffing down my emotions and firmly closing the lid on them. When I draw away, my smile is bright.
"That was awesome," I say.
"Our friend over there agrees." Kase nods toward the man, who's currently clapping his approval. I don't know whether to feel proud or mortified. "Shall we finish our drinks?"
"Sure."
Kase bends to pick up my cocktail and his whisky and finds us a free couch. We drink and talk, and it's so much fun that we stay for two more drinks after that, but then the night comes to an end. We both have work tomorrow after all.
At my door, Kase leans in to kiss me goodnight, and it's bittersweet. The urge to invite him inside is strong, but so is the feeling that it would be a mistake. This is just a game, and tonight we've played and won. Trying to make it into something more would only risk adding fuel to the already smoldering fire, the fire of realization that I like these men more than I should.