Her knees went weak. The way he spoke to her weaved a sort of magic around them, a spell she didn’t want to stop. She watched the man position himself over the blond, his condom-covered cock poised, ready, the blond urging him on with murmured words, subtle gestures.
Slowly, carefully, the dark haired man eased inside the blond, his cock sinking in inch by inch. Deep, deeper until he was all the way in, his balls brushing against the blond man’s ass, and they groaned, the sound filling the room.
They weren’t the only ones groaning. She heard the telltale sounds of low moans behind her, murmured words of approval, the faintly wet sounds of mouths connecting, clothes shuffling. Everyone was aroused, she realized. The scent of sex filled the air, the slap of flesh on flesh loud coming from the stage. Austin’s fingers slipped beneath her panties, brushed against her pubic hair before flicking her distended clit.
“God, Michaela.” He sounded tortured and she glanced at his lap, saw the unmistakable ridge of his cock. “You feel so good.”
He played with her, his fingers searching her folds, one thick finger pushing deep inside her. She gasped, clutched at his arm, her gaze locked on the men on the dais. The dark haired man was fucking the blond with enthusiasm, their guttural grunts mingling with every thrust. She moved with them, her hips doing a subtle thrust against Austin’s fingers, his hand. His thumb thrummed her clit, driving her on, driving her mad.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered when he slowed. He shook his head, a naughty smile curving his lips.
“Never,” he answered, shoving two fingers deep, finger fucking in time with the two men before them.
Michaela was close to orgasm, couldn’t believe she was doing this in public, on a chair while watching two men have sex. She liked that the men were so in to each other, the way the dark haired man grabbed the blond by the back of the neck, holding him as he fucked him hard. It was harsh, beautiful, their muscled bodies shining with sweat, their groans getting louder with every thrust. The blond had one hand wrapped around his cock, jerking it in time with the dark haired man’s thrusts and then the dark haired man withdrew, yanked the condom off and fisted himself.
His semen pumped out of him, shooting all over the blond’s tight ass in long, creamy streams. He rubbed his come into the blond man’s skin, his other hand still wrapped around his cock, and then he bent, buried his face in between the blond man’s ass cheeks, licking him there.
“Oh my God,” Michaela croaked just as Austin flicked her clit. Her orgasm slammed into her, hard and fast and overwhelming, and she shuddered in the chair, against Austin’s hand, gripping his forearm for support. Her eyes closed as it hit her again and again, wave after wave, leaving her a wrung out mess when it was all over.
She opened her eyes to see the dark haired man on bended knee, still licking the blond man’s ass, people chanting their encouragement from the audience. Her gaze lifted, met Austin’s and he watched her with such tenderness that she felt herself melt a little.
“I love to watch you come.” He withdrew his hand from her slowly, grasping her hand in his. “Beautiful.”
After all of that and she felt herself blush, the heat suffusing her cheeks. He had power with his words, his looks. A power over her, power that she gladly gave.
“Should we go?” he asked.
“What about you?” She gestured toward his crotch, his huge erection.
“I’ll get mine later, don’t you worry.” He yanked her close and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth, searching it thoroughly before he withdrew. His kiss blew a few hundred brain cells and left her wanting more.
They exited the room in a hurry, but not before she caught a glimpse of naked flesh and clinging bodies, tongues licking and hands working. She straightened the skirt of her dress, smoothed a hand over her hair, and when she glanced up she caught Austin watching her, a wicked smile on his too handsome face.
“What?”
“Shocked at yourself?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ve always had these…urges.”
“And I’m just lucky enough to be the one who figured that out?” He drew her close, planting a soft kiss on her lips.
“Yes,” she murmured, touching the corner of his lush mouth with her finger. Oh, she could touch him all night. Explore him and savor him, lick and nibble and discover all of his secrets, his preferences.
But not yet. There was time enough for that. She wanted to see more, experience more with him here, at Tom’s.
Michaela stopped at a partially opened door, peered around the doorframe to look inside. A woman lay sprawled on the bed completely nude, her arms and legs bound to each corner of the iron scroll bed frame with black velvet cuffs. Her eyes were covered by a sash of black satiny fabric, and she slowly arched her body as some sort of offering.
The man who stood next to the bed held a small flogger in his hand, squeezing and running his fingers over the tails again and again. He was clad only in black, tight-fitting trousers, his bronzed, muscled chest gleaming as if lightly oiled. His biceps bulged with his every movement, his intent focused solely on the woman tied to the bed.
She’d just had an orgasm not five minutes ago yet Michaela found it arousing, the hungry way the man stared at the woman. She entered the room, sidling alongside the wall so as not to disturb them, and she stood still, taking it all in.
Austin followed behind her, reaching out to take her hand and pull her in front of him. She melted into him as he held her, leaning against the wall, his arms wrapped around her center.
She felt as if he was staking his claim on her.
The man barely acknowledged their presence, his gaze flicking toward them once before he turned his attention back to the woman. Dangling the flogger above her body, he drew the soft leather tails across first one slim shoulder, then the other, before allowing it to tickle her pronounced collarbone.
The woman jerked against her restraints, a little whimper escaping her as he continued his gentle teasing. Down her arms, across her quivering stomach then back up to wisp across her breasts, the tails feathering back and forth across her large, rock hard nipples.