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My pussy fluttered around my finger. I was close, but I was too focused on making Junior come to get myself off, and I didn’t want the distraction. All I wanted to feel was him unload inside my mouth.

He gave it to me a heartbeat later, barely making a sound. His body told me all I needed to know as he shook and shuddered through it, salty heat exploding over my tongue, branding the back of my throat. I nearly choked, but I managed to swallow it all and keep my pace through his orgasm, slowing only when his fingers slackened.

Before I knew what was happening, he wrenched me off the floor and onto his lap. With a growl, he reached under my dress and yanked at my thong hard enough to rip it off, and suddenly we were skin to skin.

“Move,” he said, tugging my hips.

Oh, fuck.

I grabbed the back of the chair to steady myself, barely having to do any work because of how easily he dragged me up and down over the top of his stillsemi-erectdick. My arousal coated him, turning it into a hot, wet mess that felt amazing rubbing against me. It would be so easy to slip him fully inside, but I didn’t know if public, penetrative sex would be too much for him right now, so I let him take the lead.

He leaned forward and tongued my nipple through the dress, and, oh, god, I was going to come so hard.

The room seemed to fall away, leaving only me and Junior and what was happening between us. My fingernails dug into the chair. Spots danced at the edge of my vision. I’d been too aroused for too long, and now my body was punishing me for it, holding me in a state of blissful torture, just shy of where I needed to be.

And then Junior bit my nipple, shoving me over the edge. I slammed my eyes shut, stars bursting behind my lids as my pussy clamped down on nothing and I shattered, writhing, moaning, Junior thrusting against me when my hips lost the rhythm.

I came back to myself with his arm wrapped around me, my head on his chest, his heart pounding out an erratic beat beneath my ear. Slowly, other noises filtered in, louder groans and supplications as the people around us tipped over the edge and the energy in the room rose to a fever pitch. The buzz in the air was palpable. The scent of sex filled my nose. It was like being drunk, when the height of a scene struck, and maybe there was something to that, maybe so many pheromones in such a closed space could have that effect on people. I’d been in crowds that had turned intofull-blownorgies before, the doors staying locked long past the end of the scene.

As much as I wanted to turn and look at everyone else, I didn’t think I had the energy for it, and from how tightly Junior held me, I wasn’t going anywhere anyway.

Not for a long while.

20

Junior

We were among the lastto leave the voyeur room. Mostly because we needed that time to get our shit together. Getting swept up in the heat of the moment was all fun and games until the lights came back on and you realized you’d made a mess and ruined another one of your girl’s outfits. By the time we reemerged into the hall, the night was winding down, but I wasn’t ready to leave Lauren yet.

“Drink?” I asked, threading my fingers through hers.

She nodded, grinning. “Yeah, I could use one.”

Downstairs, the foyer was packed, but we managed to find an unoccupied alcove with two cushy leather chairs in a back corner, away from prying eyes. Lauren explained how ordering alcohol worked in the club, offering me some of the champagne she kept stocked in the back. I opted for coffee instead, knowing my night wasn’t over yet. I still had places to be after I left Velvet, unfortunately. Our latest shipment was due to come in at 3 a.m. and my ass had to be there.

“So,” Lauren said, turning toward me after our drinks were delivered. “Regrets?”

I shook my head and took a sip of coffee. “No, I...didn’t hate that.”

Understatement, but I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’d just watched a threesome while Lauren sucked me off in the middle of a crowded room. It was deviant, depraved. The hottest fucking thing I’d ever done. I wanted more and didn’t know how to feel about it.

My gaze traveled over Lauren as I set my drink aside. Her hair was still a little wild, and I didn’t like how far away she was. “Come here.”

She slid from her seat without protest, just like she had earlier when I’d ordered her between my knees. The word “submissive” floated through my mind, but it was abject, something I’d seen online or in porn. Nowhere on Lauren’s Me4U did she mention wanting to be dominated, but maybe she kept her real desires private to leave some space between her and her subs.

I dragged her into my lap, settling her sideways so I could fix the snarls I’d created. She relaxed into my hold, sipping her champagne and idly kicking her feet in a way that was both cute and petulant at the same time. Like this was her due. And maybe it was, maybe I should be the one responsible for setting her straight after I’d been the one to fuck her up.

“There,” I said, wrapping my hand around her hip when I was done. I lifted my coffee with the other and relaxed back into the chair, and Lauren came with me, tucking her head beneath my chin. “How’s your throat?” I asked. I hadn’t exactly gone easy on her.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“How smug you’ll be if I tell you it’s sore, but it was worth it.”

“The smuggest,” I said.

She flicked my chest, and I fought back a grin. I shouldn’t be happy my dick was big enough to bruise her, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I liked that the soreness would remind her of what we’d done.

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