I widen them as much as I can.
“There we go.” Josh moves behind me and pushes my dress up until it’s gathered at my waist. “You enjoying the show?”
“Too much,” I say breathlessly. Although I have the opera glasses raised, I have no idea what I’m seeing; my entire attention is focused behind me.
He chuckles. “Good girl.”
I can hear little movements behind but I’m totally clueless about where he is or what he’s doing. He isn’t touching me, so… Is he getting undressed? Is he—
I almost scream when I feel his mouth closing over me.Oh my God.I start to lower my glasses, but he smacks my ass, reminding me I’m supposed to be watching the stage.
Some singer is crying, “Nein, nein, nein!” but I hardly appreciate it. Josh’s tongue feels amazing, licking my flesh while the vibrator torments my swollen clit. Then he pushes it into my pussy and laps me up. I shiver, biting my lip. My eyes close as I enjoy the sensation. He knows exactly what I like—what I need. My toes curl, and I resist the urge to move my hips against his face. I’m supposed to look unaffected, although I’m not sure how well I’m pulling it off. My breathing is too erratic, my heartbeats too loud. Surely somebody can hear them over the music.
He pushes the vibrator hard against my clit while he devours me. I clench my teeth to contain a scream as I climax. I shudder against his face over and over again.
He kisses my thighs, licking the slick liquid dripping down there. Then his mouth is gone. I lick my lips, anticipation winding in my belly. What’s he going to do next?
His hands grip my pelvis. My pussy clenches. His cockhead rubs against the opening, teasing. I can’t control myself. I rock back a little, demanding he hurry up.
He lets out a dark laugh, then his cock pushes into me. My whole body seems to stretch, and I have to inhale to deal with it. Then he slowly pulls back…and slams into me.
My body shakes with the force. My braced arm trembles. But it feelssodamn good, especially with the vibrator still going strong.
“Don’t move,” he says just loud enough for me to hear.
Then he drives into me, the rhythm diabolically fast and hot. Heat burns every cell in my body. The need to move with him is overwhelming, but I tense myself to keep still. “Fuck. You’re so tight,” he groans.
“You’re—just—too—big,” I manage to say, then arch my back, as another powerful wave of orgasm starts to crest over me. It breaks with enough force to leave me dazed. He slams into me again and again, his movements becoming frenzied. My vision almost shorts out. If I weren’t braced against the railing and he weren’t holding my hips, I’d fall into a heap on the floor.
The soprano hits a high note as the orchestra crescendos.
“Fuuuuck.” Josh lets out a moan as he abruptly stops thrusting and shudders. Hot fluid fills me, and I groan with satisfaction.
The crowd erupts into applause with cries ofbravo!
Chapter Forty-Seven
Ailee
The next little while is a haze. I try to recover while feigning composure.
“Can you turn off the vibrator?” I whisper. “It’s making me too…needy.”
“So? I like keeping you simmering.” Josh’s eyes are dark as he looks into my gaze. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”
I flush. “What I am ismessy.” Thank God it’s hidden underneath the clothes, but I’m drenched between my legs. My pussy feels unusually hot and tingly, probably from having his cum inside. It isn’t our first time, but we’ve never done it in public. All my senses are hyperaware and overly sensitive. I sigh softly. “I need to go to the bathroom, and I don’t want the underwear to buzz.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Buzz?”
“Yes. If it’s not flush against me, it makes noise. I’d rather not have someone in the bathroom hear it.”
He flips it off. “Can’t have that. It’s our secret.”
“Thanks. See you soon.”
“Take your time,” he says, annoyingly composed. “The second act won’t start for half an hour.”
I nod and head out, trying not to stumble.
