“Nnngg,” I groaned, rocking my hips, searching for more friction.
“So wet, baby,” he said, leaning down to suck on my nipple.
I cried out, earning a dark chuckle from him.
He released my breast with a pop and dipped his fingers back to my opening. “I’m going to fuck you now. Right here. I want you to watch. I want you to see every inch of me sinking deeper and deeper inside you.”
“Yes.”
He freed himself from his pants and used my wetness to stroke his length before brushing the head against my folds. Back and forth, teasing me as he coated himself. I held my breath as he finally lined himself up, so ready to feel him stretching me open.
He pressed in barely an inch when a soft rustle sounded from the shadows with a quiet moan. Nothing loud or obtrusive, but enough to split my attention, creating a small enough fissure for an unwanted memory to slip through.
“You mind if we jack off?” one of my boyfriend’s friends asked.
“Go ahead, bro,” he answered, rocking me harder on his lap.
“Hell, yeah. We get a live show,” another said, getting his dick out.
The excitement I’d started with, putting on a discreet show with my boyfriend, faded, making me a little uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to lose myself to the thrill of the moment. So, I focused on my boyfriend.
“I bet her orgasm is so much wilder in person.”
“I can’t wait to hear her screams right next to me. Better than the videos.”
“Yeah, it’s the closest you’ll get to fucking her yourself.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, his friends’ comments pulling me from my buzz. “What videos?”
“It’s nothing, Aspen,” my boyfriend said, trying to pull my top down. “Come on, babe. Show ‘em your tits.”
I held my shirt to my chest. “You said under our clothes so they wouldn’t see.”
“We’ve seen it all anyway,” one of the guys taunted, stroking himself.
“What the hell does that mean?” I screeched, trying to get off my boyfriend’s lap, not wanting to play at exhibitionism anymore.
“Aspen. Stop.”
“No.Youstop. I want to stop.”
“Hey, bro. You promised us a live show tonight,” one of his friends accused.
“What? What do you mean?” I couldn’t keep up. None of this made sense. All I knew was that I wanted to stop.
But when I pushed off of my boyfriend’s chest to get up, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pinned me to him, his other hand shackling my wrists behind my back.
“Stop being such a prude, Aspen,” he said, his voice annoyed and harder than I had ever heard. “They just want to see me fuck you until you come.”
“What? No. Absolutely not.”
But it didn’t matter what I said.
He took from me anyway.
“Aspen.” Lucian’s hard voice penetrated the memory.
A cold sweat prickled down my spine, and I blinked, refocusing on the dark gaze in front of me. “I-I?—”
