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Pleasure ripples through my body when he breathes across my naked pussy. I cover my mouth just in time to block an unstoppable moan punching out of my throat. My head is thrown backward against my chair when I feel the heat of his breath. I flex my thighs around Arsen’s ears. His tongue drags lightly across the dip of my inner thigh, back and forth, before traveling to the other side.
Each swish of his tongue is deliberate and precise. Just enough to come close to my aching clit, but never once touching it. I clench my teeth shut to keep from moaning recklessly in the theater as the music rises and falls. Arsen continues his attack, matching the motion of his tongue to the rhythm of the music, the sound of the dancers’ feet landing on the stage, and finally to the quickened pace of my own ragged breaths as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
The torture of him intentionally avoiding my clit slowly drives me mad. I lift my hips, trying to make contact, but his large hands press against my thigh to lock me in my seat as he sighs disapprovingly.
“Watch the show,” he growls. I can’t see him well in the shadows, but it doesn’t matter. The command in his voice is unmistakable, and I—desperate to be satisfied—obey once again.
It takes all of my concentration to watch the stage. A male dancer lifts Astana in the air, spinning her around like she’s a bag of feathers. I feel like I’m flying, too … my mind just as disoriented. Is this really happening? I flick my eyes downward, then back up. Is Arsen actually about to eat me out? I never in a million years predicted this.
For us to be doing something so sexually charged in such a public place …
It’s overwhelming.
He kisses my left knee, making a path upward. His hands hike my dress higher, covering himself in the material so it stretches over his head. In the privacy of that curtain, his lips finally make contact with my swollen clit. Then his tongue makes contact. And then he starts sucking.
I clap my palm over my lips and squeeze my eyes shut, fighting desperately to hold in my pleasure. But another flick of his tongue across my pussy, and I can’t help but let out a trembling moan.
Coiled like a spring, my inner walls flex to warn me that my orgasm is coming. My forehead is soaked with perspiration, and my thighs are slick from arousal. The room is like a sauna, and it takes me a second to realize that the heat is coming from inside of me.
Arsen has set me on fucking fire with his mouth, and every time he laps at my sensitive slit, the flames grow just a little bit bigger.
A little bit more out of control.
Another swipe of his tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Thick fingers dance their way up my thigh, and his thumbs peel my lips apart so he can slip his tongue deep inside. Spots of color explode across my vision. My ears start ringing, drowning out the music. I become keenly aware of the thin material of my soaked dress, but I don’t care.
Not anymore.
Not when he’s kneeling before me like this.
Blood pounds at my ears, the noise growing louder by the second.
Astana leaps, twirling at top speed as the performance hits its climax.
And mine arrives simultaneously.
“Arsen!” I sob into my hand, arching my spin, driving my hips into his face as I come hard. Tingles become pulsing bursts of electricity as they rush through my body, leaving me breathless. One of my black heels slips off my foot, clattering as if it’s a million miles away on the floor, and my toes curl violently to the pleasure rippling across my skin. As I rise, Arsen’s hand slips under me to massage my ass, holding me against his mouth as he eagerly slurps up every last drop of my juices, like a man in the desert hunting for water. I’m still trembling when he throws my dress aside to come up for air.
The lights turn on just as I straighten my dress over my ruined panties. Arsen stares down at me, his face shining with the remnants of my orgasm. As I watch, he licks his thumb, then his fingers, making it clear how he loves the taste of me. The lust in his eyes reignites the flames in my core. There’s an obvious bulge in his pants and a very noticeable wet spot. I blush upon seeing it.
Eating me out turned him on.
He turns toward the stage, his voice flat as paper. “Stand up and clap, Galina. Show your appreciation.”
On one bare foot and one heel, I rise to lean on the balcony. My knees tremble as they struggle to keep me upright. My pussy is twitching from aftershocks. The dancers below smile, bowing deeply while Arsen and I clap as hard as we can. I cheer for them …
I do as I’m told. I show my appreciation as he commands.
But I’m not clapping just for them.
I’m celebrating something the only two people in the audience know about.
We’re descending the stairs into the lobby when I see her. Astana is tall and lean. A black hoodie is draped over her leotard while her white tutu fans beneath. She’s surrounded by the other dancers, all of them chatting with smiles as they bask in the aftermath of a completed show. I pull up short next to Arsen.
“Oh my God, she’s right there,” I whisper.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he says. “Go say hello.”
