Page 11 of Ride Me

“How do you know?”

Rousseau laughed against her temple without answering. “Did he tell you we’ve shared women before? Not for a while now and never one like you, but I remember how thoroughly they enjoyed themselves. He’s got skills, for being so young.”

Ben’s smile beckoned her, but she saw sadness in his eyes. Yearning for something else. Someone else.

How did she know that?

“You want to know, so you do. And you’ve always seen that his heart can’t be yours, haven’t you, cher? But that’s not what we want from him, is it? His body is willing enough. Tell me you want that, want me, and I can have him come closer and join us right now.”

The words penetrated the sensual fog surrounding her, but she still couldn’t make herself pull away. How often did they do this? Pick a woman to share like this? Was she a game to them?

“Don’t diminish your worth, Allegra. You aren’t just another woman to any of us. To me. All you have to do is tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”

“I want...” Why did Ben look so sad?

She no sooner thought the question when Michelle suddenly appeared on her knees at Ben’s feet, taking his cock in her mouth.

“Michelle?”

Where had she come from? What the fuck was happening? This couldn’t be real, could it? She didn’t even like him.

Ben moaned loud and long, his hands fisting in Michelle’s curls, hips thrusting helplessly against her mouth as she took him deep. “Yes,” he groaned, tilting his head back. “Please, Mimi.”

Oh God, that shouldn’t be turning her on, should it?

Rousseau pinched her clit between rough fingers, regaining her attention with a jolt of pleasure so intense it nearly blinded her. “Now that you know what they want, you can stop distracting me and admit what you want. Who do you want, Allegra? Tell me now.”

“You. I want you, Rousseau.” All at once she was out of her mind with the need to come. The air around her was an aphrodisiac, filled with groans and cries of carnal delight. Rousseau’s body felt like a furnace behind her, and she turned in his arms, rubbing her breasts against his chest, her nipples scraping the cool metal of his piercings as she licked his neck. Salty. Delicious. Male.

She’d do anything to have him.

“Please, Rousseau. I want you now.”

He jerked in her arms, jarring her with the strength of his reaction. He pulled back, his jaw tight, golden eyes nearly glowing with lust and barely restrained power. “Call me by my other name. You want Bone Daddy. Say it out loud, and I can fulfill your every desire. I’ll give you everything. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll beg for mercy. You’ll think you might die from the pleasure. Just do it now. I want you, Bone Daddy. Say it.”

“I see you, spirit.”

Was that Michelle? Wasn’t she busy with Ben?

Rousseau let out a warning snarl that made Allegra flinch in surprise.

“I said I see you, spirit. Now back the fuck off.”

She said something in what sounded like another language and a wave of dizziness washed over Allegra. She heard the crash of the cymbals, and then the music and overloud buzz of the crowd resumed, forcing her to cover her ears protectively.

She looked around the room, growing more rattled with every passing second. The two young men were still dancing awkwardly on the floor, smiling proudly at each other through their blushes. But they weren’t having sex.

The woman in her crisp pencil skirt sat at the table with her coworkers, no sign of what they’d been up to only moments before.

Had she imagined the whole thing?

She glanced down at herself but nothing was uncovered. Nothing out of place.

“But something happened.”

“Allegra.”

She looked up at Rousseau’s pained expression. His eyes were hazel again, full of knowledge, regret and frustrated desire. Whatever she’d just experienced, his look said she hadn’t gone through it alone. “What was that, Rousseau?”

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