She withdrew, one finger swiping at the corner of her mouth and then licking it.
“You win.” Jessie smirked and turned, leaning back against the couch, her legs spread.
“I did.” Akira turned her hot eyes to the other woman and gave his spent cock a final pet, her blood-red nails a marked contrast to his skin.
She crawled between the other woman’s legs, shoving her dress up, revealing strong, tanned legs. Nice legs. Still, Jacob wouldn’t have hardened as quickly as he did for a pair of nice legs. No, it was Akira’s lips and hands on those legs that turned him inside out.
Jessie moaned as Akira kissed her way up her leg. The girl’s escort moved closer to their couch, his gaze locked on the two women, one hand around his thick cock. With the other, he pulled Jessie’s hair out of her face. “You good, babe?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned, her voice rising when Akira found her pussy.
There was absolutely no need for quiet any longer. The three people were fucking on the stage now, Zoe holding Tess’s face against her pussy while David fucked her from behind. Her muffled shrieks were silenced against the other woman’s flesh.
Around the room, moans and gasps and cries rent the air. Jacob squinted, part of him wishing he could see the specifics of what each occupant was doing, but the stage lights illuminating the room only afforded him general impressions of locked arms and writhing bodies.
You’d implode if you could see everything.
This was true. His cock was already hard and ready to play again, thrusting obscenely out of the fly of his pants, still wet from the women’s saliva and his own come.
Jessie’s date fisted his hand in Jessie’s hair. On her next moan, he took advantage of her open mouth to push his cock inside.
Instinct guiding him, Jacob slid off the couch so he could get on his knees next to Akira. The old Jacob might have asked for permission—hell, the old Jacob would have never been here—but this Jacob thought nothing of working Jessie’s dress higher so he could have an unobstructed view of Akira’s mouth on her pussy.
Akira’s head came up for a second, and he caught confusion and arousal in her face before Jessie groaned and Akira returned to her place, running her tongue between the woman’s plump pussy lips. She was so wet, Akira’s face was covered in her juices. Her painted-red lips covered the woman’s clit and she sucked, and Jacob had to squeeze his cock tight not to come right there.
Jessie squealed, and the vibration must have been enough to send her lover right over the edge. He grunted and held her head still while he came.
Akira redoubled her efforts, and his vision became startlingly clear. He tracked every detail of this scene and the way she looked—the high flush on her cheeks, the way her breasts dangled below her, her utter absorption.
Not daring to think, he drew his hand over the elegant line of her back and over her ass, clutching the fabric of her dress.
She cast him another glance, and he saw surprise this time too. That he was taking any initiative, maybe? That he was still there? That he was embracing her desires?
He shifted her G-string aside with one crooked finger and found her pussy waiting for him, so hot and wet he almost died when he dipped inside.
This was his. The thought rooted in his brain with the kind of certainty he couldn’t shake. The pussy he had stamped his mark on when he’d walked through the door. It was his, no matter who fucked it.
His hand came up, and he smacked the resilient flesh of her ass, indulging a long-held dark fantasy. Christ, how many times had he shamefully watched a porno where a woman was spanked until her ass was red, the flesh jiggling with every strike? How many times had he jerked off, imagining Akira in the place of those nameless actresses?
He smacked Akira again. A moan and a squeal. Again. Same response. Again and again, his heartbeat pounding, his poor, blood-deprived brain logging each movement she made that told him she liked what he was doing.
Hungry, he moved his hand lower, sinking his middle finger inside her. She was hot and wet, and she clamped down on his digit so hard he thought he might come from that alone.
She wiggled her ass, and he took the cue, slowly fucking her with the single finger before adding another. And another, until her ass was bobbing in the air as she fucked back for more.
Her moans and breaths were muffled against the other woman’s pussy, but Jacob had pulled orgasms from her before. He could read her. She was so hot for it, so eager, it wouldn’t be long.
For either of the women, it appeared. Jessie clutched her man’s hand and came with a loud scream, rivaling the noises anywhere in the room.
Akira lifted her head, black eyes flashing and meeting his. “Don’t…stop,” she breathed.
“I couldn’t.”
A shriek brought his gaze to the stage. Zoe had released the clamp around the girl’s nipples, and she was massaging her breasts. David’s hand traveled between the girls’ legs as he continued to fuck her from behind.
“Not that one,” she sobbed.
“Tess,” Zoe soothed, and captured her head between her hands. “You want to come, don’t you?”
