I swallowed hard, my body tensing with anticipation as his fingers skimmed lower, tracing my stomach before diving between my thighs. My clit throbbed under his circling touch, and with every shallow drive of his cock, the pressure mounted—two intense sensations, two points of surrender—building toward something that made my brain go quiet and every nerve stand on end.
Then he started pushing deeper, inch by inch, until his hips met my cheeks and his thick length was buried to the hilt inside me. The warmth of him, the size of him, the delicious ache—it made my breath come in shaky pants. I felt so impossibly full as his cock forced every nerve in my tight ring to buzz.
“Perfect,” Nik groaned, his voice ragged in a way that told me I was undoing him. “So fucking tight around me. My queen. My little lamb.”
He slipped a single finger into my soaked pussy. The relentless fullness behind and the deep stroke in front sent shockwaves through me. He dragged his palm across my clit with every pump of his cock. The friction became almost unbearable.
A sound I didn’t recognize ripped from my throat. I clung to the rail, rolling my hips back into him over and over before I could think better of it.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
And that was when I saw them.
Not just the couple now.
The bass player had turned his head mid-song and had his eyes locked on us.
A woman in a red dress stood frozen on the dance floor, a drink halfway to her lips.
Two men near the edge of the dance floor, suits open and ties loose, leaned on the railing and smirked, as if settling in for the show.
Farther back, other faces in the crowd angled up toward us, their expressions varying from shock to outright hunger.
My cheeks burned—but not from shame. This was the same high I got on stage, multiplied a thousand times.Theywere my audience.Thiswas my performance.
“Yes,” I heard myself gasp, the word breaking into a moan as Nik’s fingers worked me harder and his cock continued its slow, punishing rhythm.
“That’s it,” he rasped, his bruising grip shifting to my hips. “Make them watch. Make them wish they were me.”
The words lit something primal in me, and I shoved my ass back toward him, letting my dress ride higher as the lights from the stage fell over me, open for all to see him taking me.
His pace quickened, each thrust sending me a shot of pleasure. My knuckles ached from my grip on the rail, my thighs trembling. The music swelled, and the crowd below became a blur of color and light as my pulse hammered in my ears.
The tension inside me wound tight, each drag of him over my tight ring a promise of the explosive release to come. The bass thumped in my chest. The eyes on me burned into my memory.
Nik’s growl in my ear tipped me over.
I shattered, my scream swallowed by the music, my whole body convulsing around him. Stars exploded behind my eyes. My pussy clenched around nothing, my ass gripping him in desperate aftershocks.
Nik jerked once, twice, and then spilled himself inside me with a groan that was pure possession. My head fell forward, and I gulped air, every nerve electric. His hands moved to grip the rail on either side of me, and he stayed there, buried deep, his chest a solid wall against my back, until the last tremor left me.
Soft kisses brushed the nape of my neck.
“My queen, look up and see the appreciation of your subjects.” Each word was laced with pride.
I lifted my gaze—
The bass player was on one knee, head bowed, fist raised.
The couple clapped slowly, the woman licking her lips.
The two men near the edge of the dance floor tipped their glasses toward me, grinning.
Others stared openly, as if we’d stolen the oxygen from the room.
Nik’s chuckle rumbled through my spine. He eased out of me, the loss leaving me achingly empty, and smoothed my dress down before pulling me back into the steel cage of his arms.
His lips grazed my ear. “Lacey…you’re the perfect woman for me. I love you, little lamb. I love your willingness to please me, your wicked sass, the color you bring to my existence. You are my everything.”
