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A brush of Lyda's mouth rewarded her, but since the woman was holding her head, it was controlled, Lyda sipping from Gen's mouth while Gen became parched with the desire to return the favor.
In the meantime, Noah had been removing her shoes. He dropped to one knee, his strong hands caressing her arches. When he closed his palms over them and began to massage, it was instant Nirvana, a paradise mix of intimacy, comfort and sensual pleasure.
"Oh...wow."
"Exactly." Lyda said, her tone full of feline satisfaction. "Have you noticed Noah has a tongue stud?"
She began an idle tracing of Gen's sternum, making wider circles, finding the curves of her breasts beneath the neckline of the dress. When Noah kneaded her arches, a thrum of reaction ran up Gen's inner thighs from the dual sensation.
"I asked you a question, Gen."
"Yes. Yes, I noticed it."
"He's very skilled in its use. He said you didn't avail yourself of it very much this weekend. I like that you exercised restraint because you weren't sure of his relationship with me. I also think you held yourself back because things like this aren't casual for you. I particularly like that. Noah, come up here."
He knelt at Gen's side, put his arm on the other side of her hip, corralling her between him and Lyda. His hip pressed against Gen, and her gaze strayed down to his cock, causing a mouthwatering stretch against the pants. "You want to touch him somewhere, Gen? Touch him there, one fingertip only."
As tempting as his cock was, her attention had moved to the lacings on the sides of the pants. She could see his bare skin beneath them, all the way from waist to ankle. Thinking about the impressions that would be on his skin when he finally took off the pants, she caught a fingertip underneath the lacing on the nearer side, a tiny stroke of the visible inch of skin.
"A nice choice. You notice the little things. Make her smile, Noah. She's getting too worried about things."
Noah leaned forward, blew on Gen's lips, which did make her smile, but he wasn't done. As her lips parted, he pressed the advantage, bringing them together in a kiss, his tongue entering to tease hers. Then she jumped as a tickling vibration skated along her tongue, the inside of her lip.
He drew back as she caught herself in a startled chuckle, a near giggle and squirm. His devilish look made her laugh outright, her body moving against Lyda's hold. Lyda held her in her lap, her palm flat on her abdomen right below her breasts, her other hand playing in her hair. It was intoxicating to have her vision taken up by them both.
"Yes, it vibrates," Lyda said. "Which doesn't seem much different from what you can buy in a novelty shop, until you experience what he can do with it."
The part-threat, part-tease transformed Gen's amusement into anticipation. As Noah shifted back to the end of the couch, Lyda held her body more securely. "You relaxed a little more. Progress." Lyda spoke against her ear. "Do I make you feel safe, rabbit?"
Yes. And no. Again she recognized the echo of the feeling as something she often experienced in Marguerite's presence. With Lyda, the core of it included a craving to get even closer, physically, not just stand under the shade of that canopy. "I keep myself safe," Gen said.
"I'm getting that. But there's a difference between being safe in a panic room and feeling safe in the sunshine. We'll talk about that another time, though. Right now, I'm going to make you lose your mind."
"Ah..." Gen didn't have to come up with an answer for that. Noah was back to giving her a foot massage, but not with his hands. He'd started to tease her bare feet with his mouth, running that tongue stud up the arch. It wasn't vibrating, which was probably good, because she had very ticklish feet. Yet the feelings he was evoking weren't ticklish. The aroused strumming up her legs during his massage had been gentle waves. Now they sharpened into direct lines of sensation, shooting up her inner thighs, behind her knees. As he moved to her ankles, Gen let out an unsteady breath.
"That dress is short enough I bet Noah can see your panties. You're nice and wet aren't you? He'll smell it as he gets closer."
Gen had paid little attention to the surrounding people since Lyda had sat her down on the couch, but realizing where this was heading, she became aware of interested glances, and not just in the sitting area. Since she was in a position to look up, she saw what Noah had pointed out earlier. Both the second and third floor of The Zone allowed for mezzanine galleries to view what was happening below, even in a seemingly casual area like this. Noah and Lyda were striking enough to attract attention, even if they'd been doing this to a mannequin. She saw faces above, studying them.
"They don't matter. All that matters is how you feel, and what I want."
Lyda leaned forward, taking up more of Gen's vision. She also moved her fingertips beneath the vee of the dress to caress Gen's breast more intimately. "Spread your legs, Gen."
Lyda said it in a low voice, but it was her first direct order to Gen, no mistaking it for what it was. By obeying, Gen would be doing what felt right at the moment, but how did that commit her future actions? If she let go of the anchor of her own will, she could be swept away on the tide of Lyda's. She caught Lyda's leg in one hand, white knuckled.
"Ssshh...close your eyes. Just listen to my voice."
Gen shut her eyes. Was she really doing this, in the middle of a public room, voices all around her? Though the room was buffered, it wasn't completely soundproof. With her eyes closed, she heard other things, as if they were conspiring with Lyda to gain her compliance. Cries of pain from one direction, underscored by a rhythmic noise like the slap of a flogger, a counterbeat to the distant dance floor music. A shriek of ecstasy, as someone else reached climax.
When Gen inhaled, she was inundated with perfumes and colognes, everything from jasmine to lavender to sandalwood to the overwhelming smell of sexual desire, which overlaid everything else. What had Noah said? Everything here was consensual, what people wanted. Craved. Needed. One of those aroused scents was hers.
Noah had reached her knees, that clever mouth making wet patterns on her flesh, his teeth adding marks from short nips. When he curled his tongue around the crease of her knee, teasing the back, she shifted restlessly. She'd spread her legs a little at Lyda's command, but now Noah's strong hands gripped her thighs, spread her wider. Enough that one knee was bent and pushed against the back of the couch, the other positioned so her foot was flat on the floor. Lyda adjusted her so her back and hips accommodated the change. She wanted Gen to let go of the anchor, trusting Lyda to be the vessel.
Noah's upper body was stretched over the couch, one hand braced against her bent leg to hold it in place, the other curved over the upper thigh of her other leg to hold it down. Uncertainty returned at the restraint, but Lyda used the nylon content of the dress Gen wore to stretch the neckline of the dress open and down, revealing and framing the satin bra.
"Very pretty," she confirmed. "And thin, so I can see when your nipples are hard. You're already dressing for a Mistress's pleasure." She slid her hands inside the bra, her knuckles pushing back the cups to keep them out of the way. The open air touched Gen's taut nipples. Now anyone could see. But when Noah lifted his lashes to give them a lingering stare, she couldn't look beyond his expression or Lyda's reaction.
"You have gorgeous breasts," Lyda said. Noah made a noise of fervent agreement. He dipped his head, returning to licking, kissing, nuzzling her inner thighs. Occasionally she felt a tiny thrum as he let the tongue stud vibrate, then he cut it back again, its stimulation unpredictable. His hands had slid up her thighs, pushed back the skirt, his thumbs so close to her pussy they pressed against the elastic of the panties.
