Page 21 of Sensation Fantasies 1
If we saw Vaughn again at Sensation, maybe my fantasy would become a reality. I wasn’t sure if Ward would be okay with me having sex with another man, or even joining in, but the idea made my panties wet thinking about it. What would it feel like to have four strong hands caressing me? Stroking me? Petting me? Rubbing me? What would it feel like to have two cocks inside of me? Filling me to the point where I would swear I was going to split in half?
Ward and I saw plenty of people with multiple partners at Sensation. Could we do that? Could we share ourselves sexually and be okay? It was easy to fantasize about being with Ward and Vaughn at the same time, but could I actually go through with it—ifit were a possibility?
The song ended, and the lead singer, James Fields, greeted us. “Hello, LA!” Cheers erupted, and he continued, “The guys and I wanted to express how grateful we are that you all could come tonight to kick off our west coast tour.” More cheers. “Thank you for being a part of our dreams and helping them become realities. We have a few new songs we want to play for you tonight. We hope you enjoy them.”
More cheers sounded—including my own—and Vaughn started to play again. I turned and wrapped my arms around Ward’s neck.
“Thank you for this.”
He grinned. “You’re welcome.”
I pressed my lips to his, kissing him. I didn’t pay much attention to the song playing because Ward deepened the kiss, stroking his tongue with mine. He tasted like whiskey and Coke and forever.
“Get a room!” Dominic shouted over the bass of the music.
Ward broke our lips apart and looked at Dominic. “Fuck off.”
Everyone laughed, and I turned around, my gaze moving to the guitarist who had seen me up close and personal. My gaze moved from his hands that were working the strings of his instrument, up to his T-shirt clad chest, to his lips that had whispered into my ear, and to his gray eyes that were staring at me.
I froze in Ward’s arms as I stared back at Vaughn. He smiled, I smiled, and then he winked. Did that mean he remembered me? Remembered us? Remembered what my face looked like as Ward made me come?
“He’s looking at us,” Ward said into my ear.
I nodded, not taking my gaze off of Vaughn.
“Do you think he’s remembering what your pussy looks like with my fingers deep inside it?”
I shrugged slightly, feeling Ward’s hand graze across my bare stomach.
“Do you think he’d move closer if my hand slipped inside your jeans?”
I shrugged again, feeling Ward’s hand go lower, slip inside the top of my jeans, and pop the button.
He turned us slightly away from his co-workers but not enough that we couldn’t see the man with the long and flowing hair staring at us from up on the stage. “Do you wanna find out?”
I nodded, feeling Ward’s hand go even lower, slipping into my panties and straight for my heat. I was burning with the thought that someone—besides Vaughn—would see what was happening. It was exhilarating.
Ward slid a finger along my slit. “I think it’s safe to say being watched turns you on, baby.”
I nodded again.
“But is it because of the man watching us, or the thought of more than just him catching us?”
“B—oth,” I moaned, Ward’s finger going inside of me.
“Christ, you’re soaked.” He started to pump his fingers. “I like the new Kiera.”
I supposed I was “new” as I had said to Ward earlier about being thenewWard. Or maybe this was us all along, but we hadn’t ever expressed our interest in exhibitionism. I wasn’t sure, but it was exciting to have a secret.
His fingers seemed to take over the beat of the music as white lights illuminated the stage. Vaughn was still staring at us, not missing any cords as he continued to strum with the song. I closed my eyes, listening to the music and focusing on the feeling of my husband behind me. We started to sway, people around us singing along with James and the rest of the band. I knew we were shielded some by the turn of our bodies and the darkness of being in the audience, but at the same time, it excited me to think Dominic or his girlfriend might see us. It would only take a glance to their left for them to see Ward’s hand down my pants.
Ward’s tongue traced the slope of my neck, going up and nipping my earlobe. I could feel how hard he was as his erection pressed into my ass, and I started to rub against him as we continued to sway to the music.
The song blended with another, and I opened my eyes, wanting to know if Vaughn was still watching. When I did, his gray gaze was focused on us, and I sucked in a breath. I was close. So close that my mouth started to water, my belly started to tighten, and then I came. Ward held me tight against him, stilling my ass from grinding on his erection as I rode out my orgasm around his fingers.
“Were you staring at Vaughn as you came, baby?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
