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Serena hadn't uttered a word, but he heard her rapid breaths.
"Do you like what you see?" he whispered against her ear, following up his question with a light lick of her earlobe.
"Yes," she managed in a raspy voice. "Oh, yes."
"Do you like me touching your breasts like this?"
"Oh God, yes. Pinch my nipples, Michael."
He growled in her ear and took each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling lightly. She gasped and ground her ass into his straining cock.
If she kept that up he'd be coming in his shorts. And that's not the way he planned this day. When he came, it was either going to be in her pussy, her mouth, or all over those gorgeous breasts of hers.
Even the voyeurs had gotten into the action. Couples all around them were fucking, sucking and groping. It looked like an orgy--he couldn't tell where one group stopped and another began. Nor did he think the participants cared.
"Look at the people around us, Serena."
She slowly turned her focus away from the stage. The woman next to them was spread out on a chaise. Her t-shirt had been pulled above her full breasts, and she was naked from the waist down. A sweating, straining man had his shaft buried deep within her. He thrust and withdrew, the distended veins of his hard, wet cock visible.
Serena whimpered and sucked in her bottom lip. Michael desperately wanted those full lips wrapped around his cock. He wanted everything, and he wanted it right now.
Slow down. Breathe. Make this good for both of you.
"Tell me what you want, Serena. What are you feeling?"
Her breasts rose and fell in his hands as she panted her response. "I . . . Oh God, Michael. I need to come, and I need to come right now."
Chapter Four
I need to come right now. Holy shit, she was getting bold. Or desperate. Or both. Serena couldn't believe she'd just told Michael she needed an orgasm. Actually it was more than that--she'd demanded one. But, dammit, she did need one. Her body shuddered, begging for release. The visuals all around her excited her more than she ever expected. Michael's hands on her only added to her already near-frenzied anticipation.
She could care less if he threw her to the ground and fucked her right there. In fact, she'd welcome it with open legs.
"You need to come? Right now? Right here? With all these people around you?" he teased, his ragged voice rough against her ear.
"Yes," she managed through rapid breaths. "Right here. I don't care. I want it now!"
She heard his husky laugh, felt his cock pressing urgently against her ass, and knew he wanted it as much as she did.
"Tell me," he said, moving to her side and running his hands over the swell of her hip, then lower. "Tell me which one of the scenes you're watching turns you on the most?"
What scenes? That would require thought. How could she think when his hands were edging ever closer to that pulsating spot between her legs? Her juices seeped down her thigh and she throbbed with an ache that threatened to drop her to her knees. Now she had to think?
Turning her gaze to the stage, she scanned the participants and made her choice. The one her eyes kept coming back to, time and time again.
"The woman stroking the two guys," she managed between gasps. Michael's fingers burned against the skin of her upper thigh. He slowly began to raise the hem of her dress. Her heat level rose with every centimeter.
"Why?" he whispered, pressing his erection against her hip, thrusting it against her like she was dying for him to thrust inside her. Hard, relentless, just like she wanted him to fuck her.
What was it about the scene that struck her? The fact a woman serviced two men, or that the woman seemed to be enjoying it so much? The woman's eyes were near closed, her mouth open, and she periodically licked her lips as if she really wanted to wrap her mouth around one of the cocks she stroked.
"I've never seen anything like that before. It's so erotic."
"You like stroking a man's cock, Serena?"
"Yes . . . Oh God, yes." She wasn't certain if her response pertained more to the fantasy come to life in front of her, or that Michael's fingers were bare inches from her clit.
"Would you like to stroke two guys at the same time?"
"I . . . I don't know." How could she think when his touch turned her body to liquid, flaming lava? "Oh yes, Michael, there. Touch me there."
His fingers found the magic spot. Hell, her entire body was a magic spot right now. The incredible sensation of his hands searching through her wet folds almost sent her over the edge. But she held off, wanting to prolong the pure ecstasy of finally having Michael's hands on her.
A ragged moan escaped her lips and he murmured in her ear. "You're so wet, Serena. You like my fingers gliding over your clit and your slick, wet pussy, don't you?"
She arched her back against him in response, pushing her mound against his fingers. His thumb stroked her clit like a violin--back and forth he played her, just the right rhythm to heighten the intensity level. He knew just how to touch her, shooting off sparks of pleasure that reverberated through her.
He kept one hand on her breast--fondling, tweaking the nipple, which sent shocks of desire straight down to the ache between her legs. It wasn't going to take much longer, she knew it. And yet she wanted to hold back, wanted to savor the moment. It had been so long since a man had touched her. And no man had ever touched her like this.
When he slipped two fingers between the folds of her lips and inserted them inside her, she whimpered long and low. "Oh, God, you're going to make me come."
"Come on baby," he whispered, his fingers sliding slowly in and out, his thumb drawing torturous circles against her clit. "Come for me."
She tilted her head back against his shoulder, pushed her mound against his hand and screamed out with a shattering orgasm. Spasms racked her body and she shuddered as shock after shock of piercing pleasure arced through her.
It seemed to last forever, and was over way too soon. Gasping for breath, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy was nearly impossible. Michael breathed deeply against her, ruffling the hair against the side of her face.
"That was nice, babe," he whispered, continuing to stroke her slit. "Very nice. My hand is soaked with your come."
She'd felt it, the gushing fluid pouring out of her as her pussy clamped down around his fingers. Never had she had an orgasm like that--never. Not even the ones she'd given herself were that intense, and she knew her own body better than any man ever could.
At least she thought she had. Now, she wasn't sure. Michael had instinctively known exactly where to touch her, concentrating his strokes on areas that pleasured her the most. She hadn't even had to guide his hand to her sweet spot. He'd known right where to go.
And now, it was his turn.
She turned to face him, winding her arms around his neck.
"Thank you," she whispered, nestling close against him, his cock straining against her pelvis.
"You're welcome." His eyes were dark blue pools. His breathing was shallow, his shoulders rising and falling with every fevered breath.
"I'm going to make you come now, Michael."
He sucked in a breath. "Do it. I need it after touching you, listening to you, feeling your pussy clench and gush all over my hand."
He needed her. Could one person handle this much pleasure?
Watching the scenes before her, both onstage and in the voyeur area, had taken her sexual excitement to a new peak. She wanted to experience everything she'd watched. Wanted Michael's penis in her hands, wanted to taste the drops of come that would drip from the tip once she circled her lips around him.
Her eyes never leaving his face, she dropped to her knees before him.
He shuddered a breath and looked down.
With two hands she grasped the sides of his shorts and pulled them down over his hips and thighs.
He wore no underwear, either. His erection sprang out in front of her. Huge, hard, almost as if it had a mind
of its own and searching for her.
"Wow."
With a laugh, Michael said, "You like it?"
"Oh yeah." He was built quite well. Had to be at least eight inches, thick and nicely shaped. Even tilted upward a little, guaranteeing he'd hit her G-spot when he fucked her. The thought of that big cock filling her had her licking her lips in anticipation. Which wasn't the only thing she wanted to do with her lips. She could already imagine wrapping her mouth around the ridged edge of his shaft and sucking him in.
Without hesitation she took his cock in her hand and was immediately rewarded with a guttural groan from Michael. His heat pulsed against her palm.
"Feels like I've been waiting years for you to get your hands on my cock."
"I know. I feel the same way. If I'd have known what I was missing, I'd have gotten to it first thing yesterday."
"Well, it's yours now, baby. Get to it."
Turning the tables on him, she hesitated, her gaze riveted on his. "Tell me what you see that turns you on the most."
He smiled darkly at her. "That's easy. The couple standing up. She's leaning over the chair, he's fucking her from behind."
"You like that?" she asked, using both her hands to stroke him, gently but firmly, his shaft pulsing with energy.
"Oh yeah. I like that. I'm gonna fuck you that way this week."
The image of his thick cock slamming into her from behind made her shiver. She felt the damp spurts of arousal between her legs, her body awakening again. "Oh, I hope so."
"You have great hands," he said, watching her every move.
Serena was shocked at their erotic play. She'd never been so brazen, so willing to experiment right out in the open with people watching. He made her forget the other people, made her forget everything but him. She'd even screamed out her orgasm with all these people around her, and hadn't cared one damn bit. And now she had Michael's huge shaft in her hands. She slid her thumb over the tip, rewarded when a bead of moisture seeped from its head and spilled over onto her finger. She slipped her finger in her mouth and moaned at the sheer pleasure of tasting him.
He growled low and long, watching her.
