His hands move around to my hips, pushing my body upright. ‘What are you waiting for?’ he asks, tightening his fingers. ‘Go on, make yourself come.’
I whimper as I rock myself forward, my clit brushing the fabric of his pants, and in my mind, it was his tongue brushing me there. The fabric of his pants is like the tongue of a cat, rough and rasping, lapping at me again and again. The first tingle of orgasm is quick, staring in my belly, warming me inside and out. My mind is foggy, though I can hear Kit’s encouragements and feel a new set of hands. Tentative touches. Strokes of my arms. A finger trailed across my collarbone.
We don’t do this in public—fuck, I mean. We’re probably the least attention-seeking members of this club. But that’s not to say we don’t attractanyattention. And that’s how we pick our third...
That someone is touching me means someone has been gifted Kit’s assent.
‘You look so beautiful, honey bee.’ Kit’s whisper accompanies his hands on my ass, rubbing and massaging—encouraging—until I find myself undulating against his leg and into his touch. ‘That’s it. That’s it, my darlin’,’ he says, his voice all appreciation and lust. ‘You look so incredible, fucking my leg.’
That’s it. That’s all it takes. That and the sudden cool touch of air making me realise Kit has lifted the hem of my dress. A little air, a little more friction, and I’m edging the point of no return. Kit licks my neck, urging me to watch, and I gasp, my eyes springing open... to look down on a man on his hands and knees, watching my pussy as I come.
Call out. Spread my legs wider. Knot my hands in the stranger’s blond head. Rock a little harder and come all over Kit’s leg.
‘Fuck, that was a thing of beauty,’ whispers the stranger in awe.
It’s quite a strange sensation, listening to your boyfriend carry on a conversation when you don’t have the power of your arms and legs. Sated and content, I slide my back against his front and listen as they talk.
I can tell from Kit’s voice that he’s interested. The guy is pretty cute, in a preppy way, and something tells me he’s hiding a fit body under those clothes. I’d say he’s a little younger, too. The dark green Robin mask—as in the classic Batman and Robin—is a bit of a giveaway.
I raise my foot, placing it against the blond’s chest.
‘I like him,’ I murmur. ‘I think we should keep him for tonight.’
‘You do, do you, darlin’?’
‘Yeah,’ I say twisting my head to meet Kit’s warm lips. ‘I think you like him, too.’
‘Go upstairs to room 302,’ Kit purrs. ‘Get naked and kneel.’
The man’s smile is slow to grow, but he’s much quicker on his feet. Eager. I like that.
‘Absolutely, sir, and just so you know, I can deep throat like nobody’s business.’
‘Stop showing off,’ Kit growls, the reprimand turning molten and sliding across my skin.
‘You’re sure?’ Kit asks as the man walks away. It’s not hesitation; Kit always likes to make certain I’m down for this.
‘He’s cute,’ I say, turning on his knee to face him.
‘But do you wanna to fuck him?’ he asks, and even through his mask, I can appreciate his ridiculously sexy eyebrow raise.
Smitten. I’m so in love with him.
‘Eventually, but I think you should make him put your money maker where his mouth is first.’
His responding laugh warms my stomach in tiny tingles. ‘You want him to deep throat my brain?’
‘You know that’s my favourite part. I don’t share your cerebral capacity with anyone, silly. Come on,’ I add, standing and tugging on his hand. ‘This party isn’t going to get started by leaving him on his own.’
‘What have I told you about anticipation, honey bee?’ he says, shaking his head disparagingly.
‘I’ll see if I can remind you next time I’m loving your dick.’
As we walk the rather grand staircase with my hand in his, Dan Masters, the owner of the club, calls out as he passes.
‘I see you found yourself a new playmate, Tremaine.’ We’re not supposed to use names tonight, though it seems silly for regulars.
‘You’ve got it wrong, Masters,’ Kit replies. ‘I’m hers. All the way. I’m hers.’
