“Of course,” Lucian answered as if the man had asked if he could sit next to him.
A large palm stroked over my curves and gently squeezed. My senses worked overtime, as if not being able to see him made me highly aware of everything else about him. His rough callouses scraping against my skin. His cologne, spicy and sweet. The amount of space his hand covered. I took it all, trying to piece together what he might look like, then realizing I didn’t care.
I sucked in a breath when his thumb drifted lower and tugged, exposing more of my core, snapping me out of getting lost in my thoughts.
“And that pussy,” he rumbled, his thumb sliding closer to my opening. “Already dripping so much cum down these pretty little thighs.”
“Best cum I’ve ever tasted. Sweet, tangy, spicy.”
“May I?” the man asked.
I glanced at Lucian from under my lashes, catching his nod.
Two fingers slid around my clit and up through my folds, barely dipping inside me before pulling out. A deep hum of pleasure preceded an accentuated pop, sliding his fingers from his mouth, tasting me. “Fucking delicious.” Another rumbled groan. “I’ll be back later for more.”
I’d kneeled there for all of ten minutes, and I was already panting like it’d been hours of foreplay. How the hell was I supposed to survive? And what came next?
A couple more guests came by, some only commenting while others touched like the first man. One woman kneeled behind me so she “could taste it from the source.” I’d moaned and pushed back, chasing her mouth as she pulled away. I’d never had another woman touch me, but I realized I was missing out when, with only two slides of her tongue and a quick suck of her lips, I almost came right then and there.
I’d glared at Lucian when I heard him chuckle after he saw the desperate move, earning me a devious smirk.
“What are the rules if we want to do more than touch?” a new man asked an hour into the night.
“No fucking,” Lucian stated.
I jerked my wide-eyed gaze to him, but found him looking at the man behind me. I didn’t know what I expected, but a part of me braced for another man’s cock inside me. I’d said I was okay with it, but now that he’d taken the option away, I could admit that a part of me was relieved. The part of me that only wanted to feel Lucian stretching me wide and no one else.
“No blow jobs. No anal play. You check with me before she moves.”
“For her? I can follow those rules.”
“Good.”
A hand rested against my ass, squeezing as the other slid up my thigh.
I held my breath, waiting for him to touch me more intimately than gentle strokes just out of reach of where I needed them.
“I’ll lick this pussy until she screams,” he said, finally sliding his thumb over my slit. “I bet she’s fucking wild when she comes.”
My body froze—muscles clenched; lungs stopped. Lucian sat up, noticing the change, but I spoke before he could interfere. “Red,” I wheezed.
“Back away,” Lucian ordered, his voice like cold steel.
“Of course.” The man complied, his tone losing the playful lust from a moment ago.
He pulled his hands back, and I sucked in a deep breath.
“Aspen?”
“Red,” I said again.
“We’re done here. Please leave,” Lucian said to the man. He brushed his hand through my hair and cupped my cheek, blocking out everyone around us. “Sit up, princess.”
I complied, but struggled to meet his eyes. Now that the man was gone, I replayed the comment, and my cheeks heated, embarrassed for my likely overreaction.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“Don’t apologize for using your safe word if you needed it,” he stated before gently asking, “What happened?”
