Page 69 of Enticement
“Evie!”
“Yes, sir.”
“I hope you don’t mind an audience.”
“What?”
He pushed back against the persistent pressure and crooned as the dildo found its mark. Evie watched the black cock slide in and out to the motion of her hips, and his odd remark bypassed her thoughts. To begin with he let her set the pace. But it didn’t last. He wanted more. Harder…faster. “That’s it. That’s right. Do me good,” he barked while she smoothed her palms over his back, noticing how the knots of tension there dispersed a little every time she slid forward. “Yes, Evie!”
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Good.”
Having anticipated more than a one word answer, she felt floored by his monosyllabic reply. No wonder that he enjoyed Ross doing this. Suddenly, Kit pushed upright. He leaned back against her, forcing the black cock deeper. He ground his bottom against her groin, providing a welcome dart of pleasure as the motion tugged at her swollen clit, before he reached back and entwined his arms loosely about her neck. “Kiss me,” he sighed. His breathing was erratic as they kissed.
“Stroke me.” He was in control again, if indeed, he’d ever lost it. “They’re still watching. Show them what you can reduce me too.”
Again the reference to onlookers, but in the fantasy they were supposed to be in his office.
“Do you see them, Evie? Do you see them watching us? They want to be us. They dream of performing like this.” She spied them then, little black dots in the distance. She and Kit were facing the window, and his fan club sat perched amongst the treetops. Laura and four others, staring at them as she stroked her hand up and down his cock, and all the while the dildo connected them.
Over and over Kit had refused to stroke himself for her pleasure, but in many ways feeling him for herself was better. It wasn’t so visual, rather it focused on textures. Smooth flesh, the taut skin over the head of the glans. He bit his lip, and rested his head against her shoulder. His eyes closed. Slowly, his breathing deepened.
“How long have they been out there?”
“From the start.”
Evie shuddered. What she and Kit were doing was personal, not something she wanted shared with the entire population of Kirkley. Word of their antics would quickly pass around.
Her hand stilled upon his cock.
“You’re in control. A little shame is healthy,” Kit coaxed. It didn’t stop her longing for a curtain.
“It wasn’t supposed to be this real.”
“It feels fucking real to me.” He laughed and the sound caused ripples of delight to run down her back.
“Why aren’t you bothered? Are you so used to performing that you don’t care who watches or what people think?”
“They all think I’m Satan anyway; a little sexual deviance won’t make a ha’p’orth of difference.”
“Kit!” She grasped the base of the dildo and pulled free of him. Here they were, back to the issue of Sammie again. Was she a phantom now destined to haunt them for eternity?
“Run out on me now and you forfeit everything,” he warned. “Us, and what we both have with Ross.”
One hand on the buckle that held the strap-on in place, Evie paused.
“Stay, and finish what you started.”
“Kit, I’m not even turned on anymore.”
“Aren’t you?” He turned to face her. “Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” One touch—his index finger traced over the very tip of one nipple, and despite two layers of fabric she felt it as though he were caressing bare skin. Her womb clenched, every muscle tightened. Kit unfastened the buttons of her blouse so that the edges parted to reveal the soft curves of her breasts. “Take it off. And the bra too. Come and fuck me naked.”
Evie bit her lip. She couldn’t revel in their perversity like he could, she could only think of those girls watching, judging her.
“I can see this is going to take some more focused persuasion.” Instead of leaning forward to engulf one nipple as she’d anticipated. Kit rolled on to his back, and propped himself up a little on his elbows. He looked perfect—washboard abs, the hairless simplicity of his body. His cock lying across his abdomen, the skin of it darker than that of the rest of his body, and dashed with blue veins like an oriental vase. Kit covered his balls and erection with one hand, and then made deliberate eye contact with her. “You have shared. And I wouldn’t want you to think me a liar.”
Slowly, he began to masturbate.
