“Yes.” His filthy words sent my spiraling higher.
“It’s yours. Anything you want.” He pressed two fingers against me, then caressed back and forth.
My hips met his upward thrusts, and he grabbed my hair and wrenched my head back to kiss my lips. We kissed hard and messy, our bodies joined as we both chased release. He grunted, his body tightening by the second.
“I’m there. You need to come.” He intensified the pressure on my clit, and that’s all it took.
I shook as my second release washed over me. So deep, the orgasm silenced me as I leaned into him.
“I can feel you, your walls squeezing me, wanting my come.”
“Oh my god.” I shuddered.
He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down, impaling me on his cock. “It’s all yours, Camille.” He thrust hard, his cock shooting inside me, his wetness adding to my own. He pumped a few more times, his masculine grunts giving me a satisfaction I couldn’t explain.
When he was done, he pulled me back against his chest and wrapped his arms around me. We just breathed for a while. I rested my head against his shoulder and tried to stop the cascade of dark thoughts that began to flood my mind. But they were like water, seeping around whatever walls I tried to throw up. How could I have done this?
He kissed my shoulder, then slid my dress straps back into place. I bit my lip as he pulled out, the sting reminding me of how long it had been since I’d been with a man like that. He handed me his handkerchief. I took it and cleaned up, then he helped me to my feet.
I tried to walk away, but he stopped me and pulled me into his arms.
Kissing my crown, he whispered, “Thank you.”
I wanted to melt into his embrace, but my own self-loathing wouldn’t let me. Turning away from him, I caught movement by the frosted glass doors at the entrance.
“Who’s that?” I stared. Shock paralyzed me as I focused on the familiar eyes and the dark blond hair. Link. It was Link who peered through the strip of clear glass between the frosted panels.
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I grabbed Tina’s hand, and we ran back to the elevator.
“Oh my god, that was so hot.” She looked behind us at the frosted glass doors to Graffine, one of the choicest restaurants in New York. I’d pulled some serious strings—mainly by bribing Sebastian’s secretary to give me a reservation Sebastian had wanted canceled—and managed to get a table for the night under his name. But when I’d arrived, it was only to find out the restaurant was closed for a private party. But there was a consolation prize. I may not have gotten dinner, but I’d definitely gotten a show—Sebastian fucking some hot blonde up against the window. I wished I’d thought to record it with my phone.
My cock was waging a war against my boxers, and one of them was going to have to give or I might need to go to the emergency room for a case of strangled dick.
“Come on, come on.” I stabbed the elevator call button a few more times. Sebastian hadn’t seen me, but his smoking hot date had. There was something familiar about her, but I couldn’t quite place it. She’d been too far away for me to get a good view of her face, but she’d certainly taking a licking and kept on ticking. If she was an escort, I’d definitely get the number from Sebastian.
“I’m so horny.” Tina licked her puffy lips and ran her palm down my cock as the elevator opened.
Shouting erupted inside the restaurant, and I could see the silhouette of someone trying to unlock the front doors. I dragged Tina into the elevator and rained down abuse on the “close door” elevator button. They shut just as the frosted glass doors began to swing open. We escaped.
Tina dropped to her knees and scrambled for my zipper.
I pulled her back to her feet. “We have to get out of here. If my boss finds out I saw the show, I’ll be shit canned. So will you.”
The doors opened, and we fled out the front and into the trickle of people walking along the sidewalk. I hailed a cab, and we climbed in. Once we were safely embedded in traffic, I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed.
“Now.” I unzipped my pants, and Tina got to work as I gave the cabbie instructions.
Her sloppy sounds and bobbing head had the cabbie adjusting the rearview so he could get a better view. I didn’t give a shit. The high of watching two people fuck in real time buzzed through my veins.
“My balls,” I gritted out.
Tina reached beneath my shaft and squeezed my sack. She was a real pro. I closed my eyes and let her do her magic. But as my orgasm built, something nagged at me. I couldn’t quite figure out what was holding me back. It certainly wasn’t the crisscrossing motion of Tina’s tongue or the feel of her throat.