He pushed beneath her skirt, cupped her bottom and rubbed her against him.“You want a teaser orgasm now?”
“Touch me,” she whispered.“But don’t make me come.”
He slid his hand between her legs, stroked her.“You’re so fucking wet.”
“Oh God.”She rocked with the movement of his fingers, closed her eyes and tipped her head, so there was only the feel of his fingers on her.Then she turned just enough to see the couple against the wall.
There was such beauty in the pleasure on their faces, the essence of sex and desire and love.
When the woman cried out, Summer wanted to come too, with Knox’s touch on her, with his scent in her head, and his cock between her legs.She’d waited so long.Three nights without Knox inside her was an eternity.
But it would be so much better if they waited just a little longer for the silver fox to turn up and complete their adventure.
Then, as if her thoughts conjured him, the man arrived, standing just inside the doorway for a moment, his eyes scanning the room.
Until he saw Summer in Knox’s lap.And he smiled.
“Are you ready?”Knox whispered against her ear.
“For what?”She pulled back to look down at him, pretending she had no idea.
“This time I intend to fuck you in front of your handsome silver fox.”
Her heart beat faster.That’s what this night was all about, for Knox to stake his claim on her.Just as he had erased the memory of Everett and the dirty movies, tonight would erase the memory of once having been a cuckolded husband.Maybe that’s what he’d been trying to do that first night he took her to the sex club, but the timing had been wrong.
But it was oh so right now, and she said softly, “I want him to be envious of your beautiful cock and how well you take me with it.”
He lifted her off his lap and set her on her feet, then, clasping her hand in his, he led her to the door of the cocktail room.As they passed the silver fox—Vince—Knox gave a nod in acknowledgment.And Summer had to add, “I won’t stop this time.”
Vince winked.“I’m counting on that.”
Knox led her to the same silver, black, and white room they’d used before.He’d obviously planned all of this, the room, Vince, her exhibitionist deflowering.And she loved that.
Life with Knox would always be an adventure.He would always make it exciting, always making her fantasies come true.
Last time she’d felt like a deer in the headlights.But now everything was different, and she became the aggressor.“Take off your clothes,” she demanded of Knox.
In a moment of shock, his eyes widened.Then he smiled, yanked off his jacket, and worked off his tie.
She looked at Vince, a hottie with his silver hair, his chiseled features, his toned body.But he wasn’t Knox.Pointing to the chair in the corner, she issued him an order too.“And you sit there.”
He would have a good view of what went on in the bed, also able to see the action in the mirror above.
So would she.So would Knox.
Her lover unbuttoned his shirt.When his chest was bare and she was salivating, he murmured, “Everything off?”
She nodded, breathless.“Everything.”
He kicked off his shoes first, making her wait, then bent over his socks.Finally, he unzipped and let his pants fall to the floor.She stroked him with her gaze.“You’re already hard.”
He smiled all the way to his gorgeous eyes.“Hell, yes.”
In two steps, she was close enough to drag a fingernail up the ridge of his cock.He groaned.She felt him twitch and whispered for his ears only, “I want to make this so good for you, baby.”
His voice was a growl.“You always do.”
Then she stripped him out of his boxer briefs, threw them aside, and pushed him onto the bed.He shimmied higher so his legs didn’t dangle over the side.
