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It was as if everyone else in the room faded. As if this moment was just for the four of them to share privately. She wondered what she would do if Austin joined them. A tangle of three hard, beautiful male bodies, hands and mouths and cocks. Touching, sucking, fucking.
She shivered and nodded, leaned her head on his broad shoulder. “I want to see them do it.”
He chuckled, the gentle touch of his fingers on her cheek making her shiver again. “You want to watch them fuck?”
Oh yes, indeed. The dark haired man was essentially fucking the blond’s wide open mouth, thrusting deep, his thick cock disappearing and reappearing with his every movement. His entire body was tight, his muscles standing out in stark relief, his lips stretched firm. Exerting every amount of control to not just shoot his semen into the blond man’s mouth and be done with it.
And he was doing that for her. Putting on the show and making it last for her. Heady, powerful, the realization almost made her dizzy.
Austin’s hand rested on her thigh, startling her from her thoughts. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin, slid higher until his hand was almost completely hidden by the fabric of her dress, and she held her breath, waiting for his next move.
“We have a request.” Austin’s deep voice rang loud in the hushed quiet of the room and
the two men paused in their actions, the blond releasing the brown haired man’s cock from his mouth. It waved enticingly, shining with saliva and pre-come, flushed red and thick and insistent.
“She wants to watch you two fuck,” Austin continued, his hand tightening on her thigh.
Her breath released in a stutter, skipping like rocks over a calm pond. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted his fingers searching her, pushing deep inside her, making her come. She could barely stand it, she was so aroused, so worked up.
“Who is fucking who?” The dark haired man spoke, his voice holding a slight accent which Michaela found mysterious. Sexy.
“You fuck him.” She pointed at Mister Mysterious and waved her hand at the blond. Her voice wavered, her entire body, her mind unstable. She couldn’t believe the things she was saying, thinking. The things she was doing. “Now.”
They both nodded and the dark haired man helped the blond stand, immediately going behind him and undoing his restraints. A condom was plucked from the tray. The commotion of more people entering the room sounded from behind Michaela. She didn’t care. Her gaze was riveted upon the stage, her concentration focused on Austin’s hand beneath her dress.
The varied stimulation assaulted her senses, made her feel as if she was floating on a cloud. Drifting, dreaming, drinking it all in as the blond clutched the back of a chair that suddenly appeared, his body bent over it, his legs spread. His ass open in invitation, ready to be taken.
This was so forbidden, watching this, doing this, taking it all in. Growing up she’d pushed the naughty thoughts from her head, telling herself it was wrong. In past relationships, she’d reached out, tentative in revealing her darkest wishes and dreams. Having them all slapped down, pushed away, told again and again she was wrong, dirty, deviant.
Now, it was all unfolding in front of her and she relished it. Enjoyed it. This was who she was, what she needed and she finally found someone who understood her.
Austin.
“Does it hurt?” Her whispered question caused him to lean toward her, his head so close, their faces brushing.
“Does what hurt?” His fingers moved up her thigh, so achingly slow and she wallowed in the anticipation.
When he actually touched her where she wanted him, it was going to be so good.
“Being taken like that. Anal sex.” She gestured toward the stage. The dark haired man stood behind the blond, his hands grasping his hips, his cock nudging against the blond’s ass.
“I prefer the top.” Austin nuzzled her cheek with his. “I like to be the one in control.”
“You’re so dominant.” She sighed when the very tips of his fingers brushed the front of her lacy thin panties. “Aggressive.”
“You like it.”
“I do.” She held her breath as she watched the dark haired man smooth his hand over the blond man’s ass, his fingers delving between his cheeks. He touched him, intimately, gently, and the blond sighed, spreading his legs wider, his head dipping in acquiescence. It stole her breath, watching this unfold, waiting for the moment when the dark haired man would possess the other.
She loved the way Austin possessed her, took her as if she belonged to him. They had fallen so easily into this, as if they belonged together. The thought was overwhelming, scary.
Delicious. Wondrous.
“You’re hot,” he whispered in her ear. “Wet.”
“How can you tell?” He hadn’t even touched her yet, was still lingering there, his fingers brushing over her mound, the lace fabric of her panties the only barrier.
“Your panties are wet. I can smell you.” He tongued her ear, the hot, wet slick of it making her wiggle. “I love the way you smell. The way you taste.”
