Page 78 of The Thief
“Okay, what about football?”
“Football?” He laughed.
“Yes. Then I can work it into a conversation. Like, did you watch the football last night?”
He smirked and leaned into me, his lips brushing my ear and his breath teasing and tickling my skin, making me close my eyes and let out a soft sigh.
“If you think we’re going to be having conversations when we walk through that door,” he said, his voice gruff and gravelly, a seductive voice that made my insides roll. “You’re in for asurprise. But okay, football it is.”
He kept a tight hold of my hand as he opened the final door and led me through into the communal room.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
TYLER
If someone had told me I’d be leading Jess into the communal room right at the start of our night, I’d have called them a fucking liar. But here we were, walking through the door, and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. The Jess I remembered all those years ago was out to play tonight. The Jess I knew she could be, and I couldn’t wait to see more of her, figuratively and literally. I wanted to rock her fucking world. Remind her who she was. Take all the crap that her bullshit ex had left her with and throw it out. Show her what it was like to be taken care of properly.
As we walked into the dimly lit room, we could hear the seductive beat of the music, a slower tempo than the music played downstairs. This was music to fuck to.
There was a sunken area of red cushions and sofas in the middle of the room, a raised area to walk around the edge, anda few quiet corners for anyone who wanted to watch but needed some privacy. The lights and the décor were all red too. A red room, but not quite like the one from a certain book. This room was luxurious, sensual. There were no restraints or toys, just bodies. A lot of fucking bodies.
We stopped for a moment and stood still. I wanted Jess to take it all in. There were a few couples standing on the raised platform where we were, kissing and touching each other as they watched what was happening in the middle of the room. And in the sunken area, naked bodies writhed as people fucked, asses moving slowly back and forth, thrusting in time to the music, hips rotating and rolling to the beat. Faces contorted in pleasure as they devoured each other under our gaze. It was like watching poetry or the creation of art in real time, and neither one of us could take our eyes off the scene as it all played out.
I heard Jess take a deep breath, and I turned to her to remind her of her safe word, but when I saw the blush of her cheeks, the way her lips were parted and the heat in her eyes, I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. All I wanted was her, and I didn’t want to break this moment.
I kept hold of her hand and took a few more steps into the room, finding a quiet corner for us. Somewhere we could watch but be together. Be ourselves.
I led Jess to an alcove, and as she stared down at the middle of the room, I moved to stand behind her. Lowering my head to whisper in her ear, I asked, “Do you like that? Do you like watching?”
She nodded, and then in a breathy voice, she said, “I didn’t think it’d feel like this.”
“Feel like what?” I asked, tracing delicate strokes down thetops of her arms as I waited for her to tell me.
“Feel... beautiful. Mesmerising.”
I leaned down to nip and then kiss her neck, and she moved her head to the side to give me better access, her hand reaching up to run her fingers through my hair.
Then I glanced across the room, pulling her back to my front and holding her close to me as I whispered, “Which one would you be, if you could be anyone down there?”
“The red-head,” she replied without missing a beat, pointing discreetly to a girl lying in the far corner.
The girl in question was lying on her back, a man kneeling between her thighs, eating her pussy, while another man stood over her, pushing his cock down her throat.
I watched Jess watching them, her breath becoming ragged as they worked that girl into an orgasm, and when her back bowed and her legs started to shake, Jess gasped, and I couldn’t help myself.
I moved my right hand from her waist to slide it under the skirt of her dress, the tips of my fingers teasing the skin of her thighs as I moved higher, desperate to touch her. Jess opened her legs slightly, letting me know she was ready, and I traced my fingers gently between her legs, grazing the fabric of her underwear and making her cry out quietly, a sound muffled by the sensual beat of the music. A sound meant just for me.
I could tell she was already soaked, but I wanted to make this as good as I could for her. I didn’t want to rush a thing.
“Watch her,” I commanded, whispering into her ear. “Look at the way he uses his tongue, flickering it over her clit. Teasing her. She loves that.” I brushed my finger along the seam of her underwear, so close to her pussy it was torture for us both. “Do youwant that? Do you want my tongue to lick your clit like that, circling, rubbing, tasting how fucking delicious you are?”
She moaned, and my cock pulsed, making me push my hips into her to show her what she was doing to me.
“Tell me,” I demanded quietly.
“Yes,” she sighed. “I want you to lick me. Taste me. Eat my pussy just like that.”
My cock was straining in my trousers. I wanted her so badly.
