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“Fuck yes,” Tobias groans as he stiffens in my mouth.
I whimper as Owen strokes my clit again, but I never stop sucking the cock in my mouth.
Tobias groans. “I’m close. Don’t let her come before I do.”
Owen’s laugh is wicked. “No worries there, mate. I have no intention of letting her come again until we get to the penthouse and have our way with her.”
My pussy grips his fingers and clucks his tongue. “Don’t even think about it, or the only thing you’re going to get is our cocks taking turns in your tight little asshole and our belts on your ass.”
Tobias thrusts into my mouth, touching the back of my throat again, and I’m so overwhelmed with sensations that I have no idea where we are or how much time has passed.
I suck Tobias harder, and grind against Owen’s hand, chasing an orgasm for myself despite Owen’s threat. Tobias stills and grips my hair tighter.
“Vixen, I’m gonna—”
And then Tobias comes, hot and thick, into my mouth. His release nearly triggers my own, but Owen must sense that because he pulls his hand free and moves back to his seat.
“Get up on the seat and fix your coat. We’re pulling in,” Tobias says, patting the seat beside him as he tucks his cock back into his pants.
How he can be that calm after an orgasm I don’t understand. My legs are like jelly as I do as I follow his command, and when I’m on the seat next to him, he pulls me close for a scorching kiss, not at all bothered by where my mouth has just been. My pussy throbs again, and I miss Owen’s fingers on me.
Tobias slides a hand inside my jacket as he intensifies the kiss and tweaks one nipple. That simple touch lights me on fire, and I swear I could come if he just kept it up.
All too soon, he breaks the kiss, and the limo stops in the driveway of Sapphire. The driver hops out and opens the door, and my senses are flooded with the sounds of Las Vegas.
Owen slides out first and holds his hand out for me. I’m naked under this coat, and suddenly I’m nervous that I’m going to have a wardrobe malfunction. But as Tobias exits the limo, Owen pushes me against the side of the car and kisses me harshly while he tightens the belt on the coat.
He laces his fingers with mine and Tobias rests his hand on the small of my back as we walk into the casino as if we weren’t just doing pornographic things in the back of a limo.
Chapter eighteen
Chapter 17
Tobias
Aswewalkintothe penthouse, I’m not sure what to expect from Bellamy after the way she rocked my world in the limo. But I’m completely caught off guard when she shrugs out of the coat and drops to her knees as soon as the door is shut. I’ve severely underestimated just how immersed in power exchange Owen and Bellamy have been.
Perhaps it’s the post orgasm brain-fog, but I am overcome with the sense that I don’t know what I’m doing here, and I want to drag Bellamy to my room and keep her all to myself. Who am I kidding, thinking I can start a relationship like this? In my world, with my family, it will never work.
But she’s here on her knees, waiting patiently for us to continue our scene. The serene expression on her face and her relaxed shoulders mean I’m not going anywhere. I don’t want to take those things away from her. Not until I have to.
So, I shake off the fog and approach her as Owen busies himself with something at the table.
“Perhaps you could be a good girl and pour us some scotch?”
When she stands, I pull her close, unable to resist kissing her deeply. When I pull away, she cups my jaw and peers into my eyes. “Are you still OK, Sir?”
I brush loose hair back from her face and offer a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, little vixen. With a drink, I’ll be even better.”
In a sweet gesture, she leans up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek before stepping around me to make her way to the bar where she pours us all drinks.
She puts Owen’s on the table in front of him, and when she hands me mine, I take hers as well and tilt my head toward the sitting area. “Kneel in front of the sofa. I’ll join you in a moment.”
As has been typical so far, she’s eager to obey, and doesn’t seem bothered by her nudity at all. Having her like this could get addictive. I’ve played with submissive women in the past, but only in a club environment.
I step to the table and look over Owen’s shoulder. “Everything alright?”
He doesn’t look up at me, just continues typing on his laptop. “Just giving you two a moment and taking one for myself,” he mutters.
