Tangled in Vows (Tangled & Torn #2)

38. Olivia

Chapter 38

Olivia

Hating you would be so much easier than missing you.

“ I t’s a one-way mirror. No one from below can see us, but we can see them.”

Holden’s words register, but my brain is still trying to process the visual in front of me.

Unable to stop myself, I take a step closer to the glass and stare at the crowd that’s a level below us. “They really can’t see us?”

“Not at all.”

At this point, I’m practically pressed against the cool glass, trying to see as much as possible. The club’s setup somewhat reminds me of a stadium, just on a much smaller scale. The main floor below is filled with bodies while we watch them from higher vantage points. Many of them are scantily dressed, moving uninhibited among each other. Surrounding the crowd are booths that all seem occupied, as far as I can tell. They remind me of cabanas, sectioned off by heavy-looking curtains. Some of them are closed, while others are open. Since we’re on a higher level, it’s all visible to us regardless.

And the people in them are . . . My breath catches in my throat. “Are they . . . are they having sex?”

I couldn’t take my gaze away, even if I wanted to. A type of sex club is the last thing I expected to see tonight, but I can’t deny the buzz that’s running through my veins or the way my thong just got a little wet.

My gaze stays glued to a trio in one of the sections. Two men and a woman. All three of them are absolutely beautiful. Her body is rounder, reminding me of my own, but the two men are clearly enjoying it. I’m utterly mesmerized as they undress her slowly until she’s completely bare. Her breasts hang heavy, and one of the guys starts sucking on them while the other slowly shifts them toward the bed.

She lies down, her breasts still the sole focus of one guy while the other spreads her legs and begins to feast on her.

“Oh my God.” The words leave my lips in a breathy whisper. “They . . . he . . .”

I shift my weight awkwardly, touching my neck in an attempt to cool it down.

I’m not sure if Holden was waiting for my reaction, but he’s suddenly there. Right behind me, with his thick erection pressed against my lower back.

I arch into him, a moan escaping my lips.

“Fuck, Hurricane. You enjoy watching them, don’t you?”

“I . . . uh . . . yeah . . . wow,” I stammer like a total idiot because, yes, apparently, I really enjoy watching.

The trio below changes positions. The woman is now on all fours, with one of the men entering her from behind while the other one stands in front of her open mouth, slowly feeding her his cock.

It’s so brazen, so enthralling to watch that a bolt of confidence rushes through me. It’s a new, heady feeling, putting me in some form of trance I don’t want to escape from anytime soon.

With my eyes still on the trio, I take Holden’s hand from where it rests on my hip and push it under my dress. “Why don’t you find out how much watching them turns me on?”

“Fuck me. I think I just came in my pants.”

I snicker at his comment, but the noise quickly turns into a drawn-out moan as Holden’s fingers move my thong aside, and two of them sink deep inside me.

“Baby, you’re drenched.” He pumps in and out of me, the sound filling the room. “Shit, I love when I can hear how wet you are.”

“I’m already so close,” I whisper, my orgasm building faster than any other has ever before.

“Good. Then come on my fingers like a good girl so I can fuck you against the window.”

His words are apparently pure magic, throwing me straight over the edge.

I bite my lip to stay quiet, and Holden doesn’t waste a second and spins me around.

“Let’s make one thing clear, Hurricane. When you come on my cock, I want to hear your scream. Are we clear?”

I stare at him with wide eyes.

“The rooms are soundproof, so you don’t need to worry about anyone hearing you.” His hand comes to my throat, holding me in place. “Now tell me you understand. I want your next orgasm to echo around me.”

“Yes, sir.”

His irises shimmer with an intensity that should scare me. But this is Holden, and I trust him.

“Clothes off, baby. Now.”

I comply and get rid of everything, while Holden does the same. I’m about to step out of my heels, but Holden stops me with a hand on my arm. “Keep them on.”

I swallow hard. Not just because of his command but also because I caught a glimpse of his thick cock. And today, he’s got his piercing back in.

Overcome by this moment, I bite my bottom lip. “Did you put that back in for me?”

“You know I did.”

He takes a step toward me, his tip brushing over my stomach.

Not overthinking it, I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth.

“Holy shit. Baby, your mouth feels like heaven. Fuck. Only for a minute though. I’ll come down your throat next time. Tonight, I need to fuck you into oblivion.”

I lick the precum off his tip and suck him into my mouth, careful with my teeth and the piercing. I don’t get to suck more than a few times before Holden pulls away.

I want to pout, but he doesn’t give me any time for that. One second, I’m on the floor. The next, I’m in his arms, and he’s kissing the life out of me. His tongue delves inside my mouth, and he devours me shamelessly.

When we come up for air, his eyes are nearly black. “I want your hands on the glass and that ass pushed out toward me.”

My lips part, but no words come out. I manage a nod and wait. A slight shiver runs down my spine, the thrilling kind that makes my stomach flutter with excited anticipation.

“Press those gorgeous tits against the glass.”

I feel the heat of his body before he closes the distance between us.

His hands grab my butt cheeks, kneading them, pushing his bare dick in between. Rubbing. Grinding and driving me wild.

We haven’t used condoms since our first time, and I’m officially obsessed.

“Hold. Please.”

“What is it you want, Hurricane?”

Another grind, this time right along my entrance.

“You want me to fuck you while you’re watching other people fuck each other below?”

At his comment, my attention goes back to the floor below.

This is already the hottest night of my life.

The trio is still going, but they have switched places. The woman is lying on her back, with the guy who’d been drilling into her from behind now standing next to her. His right hand is furiously pumping his thick length while the other one is palming her breasts. The other man is now the one doing the pounding while simultaneously rubbing her clit.

The thrill of watching them has my entire skin buzzing with lust. The air around us seems charged, and every one of Holden’s touches sends sparks skittering over my nerves.

I cannot wait a second longer. “Yes, please. Fuck me, Holden. Now.”

Holden laughs at my desperation, clearly enjoying this new kink he’s unlocked in me. Which is more than fair. But patience has never been my strength, so I wiggle as much as I can within the firm grasp of his fingers.

The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and my body moves on its own. Trying to make more room while also trying to impale myself on him. I’m desperate for him to fill me. Desperate for another release.

“I’ll never tire of seeing my cock disappear in your tight pussy, Hurricane. Or the way your cunt grips me so well.”

He thrusts, and I feel the full impact of not only his cock, but also his piercing. I moan. Loving the delicious pang of pain as he stretches me.

I didn’t know something like this existed. That sex could feel this way, and I could be this turned on. But now that I’ve experienced it and been exposed to this new world, I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same person.

Isn’t that a silly thought? That sex can change you as a person? But when a negative sexual experience can hurt you, damage you even, can’t a good one build you up? Even make you soar?

Holden’s grip on my hips intensifies. “Fucking hell. I wanted to make this last, but I don’t think I can.”

As if synchronized, Holden’s movements become more urgent alongside the men’s below. Faster thrusts. Quicker hand motions.

I watch in utter fascination as one man throws his head back and stills inside the woman at the same time as the other one comes all over her chest.

One of Holden’s hands disappears from my hip, and before I have a chance to wonder what he’s doing, a smacking sound fills the room, followed by the most intense zap to my clit I’ve ever felt.

I moan and press harder against the cool glass, rubbing my nipples all over it.

Once my brain has rebooted, I put the puzzle pieces together. Holden just slapped my clit.

“Do it again.” I barely get the words out, my breath fogging up the glass, my mind floating on a different level.

Holden complies. “You’re so fucking perfect. Yes, squeeze me again.”

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

“Come for me, baby. Scream my name.”

And I do.

I convulse around him while he roars his own release. My orgasm goes on for far longer than any other has. I’m almost relieved when it finally ebbs off because my legs shake so hard they give in. But Holden is there, catching me. Securing me to his body and slowly slipping out of me so he can pick me up and carry me to the bed.

Even though he’s cradling me close to him, I still miss the loss of connection and whimper.

“It’s okay. I got you.” He lays me down gently on soft sheets and wraps his entire body around me. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I open my eyes, needing to look at him. To say the words that have been clawing their way up my throat. But exhaustion pulls at me, making them a mere whisper. “I love you.”