Once he freed her hand, she gripped him, stroking intermittently, as his other hand dipped under her skirts and stroked her damp folds. Slow passes of fingers were too gentle and unspecific to take her up the cliff of ecstasy.
Finally, he pressed the lips apart, dipping a finger to gather dampness before rising to circle her most sensitive spot.
She squeezed the head of his cock through his breeches in retaliation, and it twitched. His free hand rearranged his cock to ease her access. His legs slid open wider, and his length thrust an inch into her fist.
He grunted and turned in his seat to face her, forcing her to lose purchase.
He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth to suck them clean. The change in position brought his other hand within reach, and it slid under her skirt to dip and rub.
He leaned in. “What are they doing now?”
She struggled to breathe and speak through the circling on the exact spot he knew would take her to the cusp. “Likely something quite similar to what we are doing, I should imagine.”
“Then picture it and tell me. Use your words.”
She smiled and groped for the phrasing. “His hand is beneath her skirt, teasing her as you are torturing me, my lord.” Her breath hitched as he made a faster tiny circle with his finger, and it was her turn to thrust her hips.
His finger stilled. “More.”
“As he strokes her, she presses her bottom back against him, trying to align her center with his hard length. But alas, he needs her off-center to keep her on his lap and reach everything. So his—he digs into her hip instead.” Gasp, breathe, gasp. “His other hand is gripping her breast, weighing its heft in his hand before slipping into her neckline and fondling her.”
“Yes.” His voice was almost a grunt.
The curtain came down on Act Two. Two male voices said, “Hellfire,” in unison. Her thoughts were so scattered by pleasure she could not even voice a curse.
“A server or usher will check on us during this break. Can you climax before they arrive?” He sped up his strokes.
Althea tried to bring her concerns of discovery of their relationship to the front of her mind. But she could not focus on anything other than the back of Ford’s and Beth’s heads and the feel of Evan’s hands.
Please don’t let them turn around. Please don’t check on us, even in the owner’s box. I am so close.
She panted.
Beth made as though to rise, and Ford whispered to her. Althea watched his shoulders bulge as he held the girl in place, and she reverted to her mental picture of where Ford’s hands might be.
Evan’s finger rubbed faster, then he slid two down and into her, curling them as his thumb pressed where he’d circled.
Althea thrust repeatedly, unable to do more than clutch his shoulder and the arm of her chair. She begged under her breath, “Oh, oh, oh. Please, Evan. Yes. Please.”
Then she was over the cliff, her head thrown back, her lower back fully off the chair even as her shoulders pressed into it. His fingers pinched her nipple, and she flew higher, her whole body shuddering in pleasure, her muscles spasming under and around his fingers, over and over and over. Breath whistled between her teeth, clenched in an effort not to cry out. His muscled arm, taut with tension, was her anchor as she tried not to sob with sensation.
This man. Only he can summon this response from me.
After a long moment, she sagged, and he withdrew his fingers to cup her gently. After a moment, he produced a handkerchief to wipe his fingers before drawing her skirts down as her awareness of her surroundings returned. She dared not look at Beth and Ford for fear of smug grins at her release. Enervated and energized at the same time, she wished for more time with his cock, despite her satiation.
Activity sounded outside the curtain. They all waited through the usher check-in, neither couple acknowledging the other, as though each pair existed in a bubble where the other was merely there for their entertainment. Althea’s eyes kept straying to Evan’s cock, still rock hard.
At long last the bells were rung, the hall curtains drawn, and the stage curtain pulled back on Act Three.
And Beth’s head, silhouetted in the stage lights, disappeared. Althea sat up, alarmed, before remembering what Evan had mentioned seeing in the demi-monde party, then taught her during one of their clandestine meetings.
Not waiting for direction or to be stopped, she turned to him and shoved his knees apart. She slid to her knees between his legs. Looking up at him, she repeated, “I dare you.”
“Godsakes, Althea. You know I cannot resist a dare.” He was already fumbling at the fall of his breeches.
His cock sprang out, longer and thicker than she remembered, almost hitting her in the eye.
Grasping it with one hand, she licked her lips with hunger and slid them over it. Sucking hard, she withdrew. “Can you see them? Or hear them? What are they doing?”
