“You’re going to show them how good you are at taking this cock, aren’t you?”
With a whimper, she nodded again.
Someone hissed a low curse.
“Of course you are,” Sam cooed, slipping another finger inside her and pressing his thumb over her clit. “You’re my good girl.”
The crowd murmured as his thumb began to vibrate. Her back arched off the bed as the intensity of the vibration and the penetration raced through her. She bit down on her knuckles as her orgasm swelled, towering over her like a tidal wave. When it crashed over her, she couldn’t quite muffle the animalistic sound that escaped her. Amplified, it bounced off the walls and returned to her, mocking her faintly.
She heard a few others come just after her, as though her release was the permission they’d needed to find their own. That strange, heady sense of power thrummed through her again.
“More,” Sam murmured. “You need more.”
His head dipped between her thighs, and then his mouth was on her, licking and sucking at her clit as he wedged a third finger inside her. He sat up a bit to watch her as she mewled and squirmed beneath him, showing off the unnatural length of his tongue. It curled teasingly around her clit, more like some dexterous tentacle. She groaned at the strangeness of it,unsettled by the way that every odd thing about him only made fucking him so much better.
When he ducked his head and sucked at her clit again, his tongue vibrated against her; the sensation, sound, and strangeness coalesced inside her, pushing her off the cliff again. Her thighs squeezed around his head as she came again, helplessly trying to push his head away and stop the overwhelming sensation. He didn’t relent until she began to beg, squirming beneath him in an earnest attempt to escape.
He shushed her as he finally relented, sitting back on his heels between her legs. His dark eyes were molten with lust, his mouth curving in a small smile of approval that dimpled his freckled cheeks.
She whimpered in anticipation, squeezing her knees as far as his hips would allow.
“Please,” she whispered, not knowing what she was asking for.
For him to hurry up, so it would all be over? For him to keep touching her, to take his time, to wring every ounce of bizarre pleasure from the situation?
He grabbed her ankle and threw her leg up over his head, seizing her hips and flipping her onto her stomach. When he pulled her ass up into the air and kneed her legs apart, she buried her face in the sheets in embarrassment.
His hands came down hard on her ass, stinging her flesh and then kneading it. Then his tongue was on her again, licking her from front to back in an impossibly long stroke. Her fingers knotted in the sheets as she keened, flinching when the tip of his tongue returned to focus on the unexplored territory that was her ass.
She tensed at the strangeness of it and he stopped, meeting her gaze steadily as she looked back over her shoulder. He wasseeking permission. After a moment of hesitation, she softened beneath him.
And then his tongue was on her again, tracing her rim. She bit her lip to keep from whining his name. Movement in her periphery drew her attention, and she couldn’t help but look up at the projected image of him licking her where she’d been too shy to let anyone touch her before. He was kneeling behind her, but his tongue was still stretched too long for a human man. It stiffened and pressed past her barrier, delving into her with an alien sensation she didn’t know what to make of.
When she stiffened in uncertainty, his fingers found her clit, coaxing her to relax under his touch. With a shudder, she forced herself to ease up, allowing him to press his synthetic muscle deeper.
He hummed in approval, palming her ass with his free hand as the other began to vibrate gently. Her core clenched around nothing, and pleasure drowned out her discomfort. The strange flex of his tongue inside her was mesmerizing. She closed her eyes, spreading her knees to open her hips, deepening the arch in her back.
His tongue retreated, and she mewled an objection. He gave a husky laugh in response, smoothing a hand down her spine. It fisted deep in the roots of her hair, and he craned her head to the side, pressing her cheek against the silk.
“I want you to watch me fuck you,” he crooned, looking up at the screen he’d turned her toward. “Look at how beautiful you are. So sweet and submissive for me.”
He sat back, rubbing the head of his cock over her wet slit, teasing her until she began to press back at him desperately. On the screen, she watched his muscles ripple under the harsh lighting as he lined his cock up. He didn’t press into her—instead, he grabbed her hips and pulled, forcing her to do the work of taking him. She pushed back as far as she could, rockinga little when he caught inside her. Inch by inch, she worked him deeper until he was seated against her cervix.
His fingers were still vibrating against her clit, now in rhythmic pulses that she timed her thrusts to like the beat of a metronome. She was mindless with pleasure, so far gone that when he spit on her ring of muscle and pressed his thumb inside, she didn’t bother with the pretense of protesting.
When he finally took control of the pace, she sobbed with relief.
“Shhh,” he soothed. “Don’t cry, beautiful. I know what you need.”
His thumb fucked her in the opposite rhythm of his cock, so she was never completely empty. The fingers between her labia wandered lazily as they vibrated, teasing every inch of her sensitive flesh.
When she closed her eyes, overwhelmed, he spanked her hard in reprimand.
“Eyes open. I told you to watch.”
She mewled her acquiescence, forcing her eyes back to the screen. Her skin was flushed and shining with sweat, bright red over her ass where he’d hit her. Sam’s expression was feral as he fucked her to the brink of insanity. The dancing shadows of his muscled body were enthralling beneath the harsh spotlight. Tears spilled over the bridge of her nose and soaked the sheets beneath her cheek from the sheer intensity of sensation he was leveraging against her.
She could see the shadowy audience behind them on the screen. The very edges of the spotlight spilled enough luminance for her to make out most of the front row, but the rest of the crowd she could only make out in the shifting of shadows when they moved. The weight of their gaze was like fingertips brushing over her sensitive skin. Sam’s tongue slipped out of his mouth as he curled over her back, snaking out to drag with wet, velvet heatup the length of her spine, leaving a tingling trail of his saliva in its wake.
