“Let them see,” Reece whispered. “You have to let them see.”
He fisted her hair and turned her face toward the mirror again, forcing her to look at herself, near naked and panting, her face flushed from coming, her nipples peaked with obvious arousal. Fairchild could feel the unseen eyes appraising her from the far side of that reflection. How many people were back there, she wondered. Just the two she knew about, or were there more?
An intervox speaker buzzed at the front of the room, and Lennox’s voice came through, cold and unimpressed.
“Okay, so you can come,” she said. “But can you dish it out?”
Fairchild bridled at those words, but Reece caught her and made a soothing sound.
“You’re doing good,” he said, pitching his voice so only she could hear, “but we have to show them more.”
Fairchild took a deep breath. He was right, of course. They couldn’t stop now. They had to see this sinful performance through to the end.
She gave an almost imperceptible nod.
“Dutton,” Reece called, switching back to his stage voice.
“Sir.”
Fairchild had lost track of the quiet Merc at some point in all the excitement, but she turned to look at him now, and what she saw robbed all the breath from her lungs.
While Nash had been pleasuring her with his tongue, Dutton had been prepping for the second part of the show. His clothes were neatly folded on the table beside him, and he stood before her now fully naked—and fully aroused.
The man was big in every sense of the word. Fairchild didn’t know what scared her more: the slabs of hard muscle covering his body, or the equally hard thing jutting out from his groin.
“Oh my God,” she breathed.
Reece growled, “On your knees, woman.”
Fairchild was a soldier, she was used to taking orders, just not when it came to sex. Yet there was something in Reece’s voice, a note of hard masculinity, that compelled her to comply.
Of course, the fist in her hair also helped.
She lowered herself into a kneeling position and watched with a touch of apprehension as Dutton strode toward her, his hard cock swinging to and fro with every step. When he came to a stop in front of her, that hardened member was mere inches from her face, pointing like the barrel of a gun.
I can do this, she told herself.I have to do this.
She pressed her hands against the Merc’s meaty thighs for support. His augmetically enhanced muscles were inhumanly hard beneath the taut, smooth skin. She flicked a glance up at his face and found his own eyes staring back at her, blue as twin ion drives, and almost as hot.
She returned her gaze to his hard cock. God, he was big. Far bigger than any man she’d ever been with before. Her jawached just looking at the damn thing, but she knew she mustn’t hesitate. If she did, she was liable to lose all her nerve.
She took him between her lips and got to work, moving her head with short, mechanical jerks. Above her, Dutton grunted softly. It wasn’t a sound of pleasure.
“Whoa,” Reece said. “Hang on…”
The lead Merc was kneeling beside her now. Fairchild stopped what she was doing and gave him a quizzical look. He swept the hair from her face and pulled it back into a ponytail, which he held in his fist.
“Don’t try to rush it,” he said. “Take your time. Savor it…”
Using her ponytail like a handle, Reece turned her face back toward Dutton’s hard cock.
“Open,” Reece commanded, and Fairchild obeyed. “Good girl,” he said. “Now, make sure your teeth are all the way in. He doesn’t want to feel anything but lips and tongue, isn’t that right, Dutt?”
“Yes, sir,” Dutton answered.
With his hand still clutching her ponytail, Reece guided Fairchild’s face forward onto his comrade’s hard cock. She shut her eyes and moaned as it slid into her, thick and heavy and warm. She cradled the underside of his shaft with her tongue, and she could feel it pulsing with his heartbeat.
“That’s it,” Reece said. “Just like that. Does it feel good?”
