Chapter 15
Anton
I’m used to being watched, but usually the thrill comes from knowing that the woman I’m fucking is beyond caring about our audience. That I’m putting her through her paces so thoroughly that all she can do is submit and enjoy the ride. That her inhibitions fall away, forgotten in a blaze of need.
The connection is between me and her.
The audience merely adds an edge.
In this moment, though, the connection is not between me and the attractive woman who’s just come all over my tongue. She is, alas, a willing set of holes. She’s the vessel into which I’m pouring my arousal and frustration, but the connection is between me and Genevieve.
As is this game of chicken we’re playing.
I haven’t allowed myself more than a couple of brief glances her way. I’m assuming the only reason she’s agreed to this little charade is to prove a point. My fleeting looks in her direction tell me she’s putting on a good show of disinterest.
But not good enough.
She has no idea who she’s up against, bless her.
Because I don’t lose.
I’ve been sexually active for almost four decades.
I’m a fucking pro. Literally. And I have the upper hand here by a mile, because I get to come, and she doesn’t.
I can throw myself into this, I can gloat, I can blow my load, and I can fuck this woman into oblivion right before Genevieve’s eyes while she stands there and battles to feign indifference.
With the game this rigged, I’m amazed she was reckless enough to step up to the table.
My cock is rock fucking hard, but it’s the knowledge that Genevieve is watching my performance that has the pre-cum leaking liberally from its tip.
Because that’s what it is.
A performance.
I’ve presented enough pitches in my career where the stakes are high. Where a ten-figure win is singularly dependent on my ability to execute.
To perform.
To impress.
But I’ve never pitched like this. I’ve never wanted to impress anyone as much as I want to persuade this beguiling, enigmatic, beautiful woman that I am not a man to turn down. That I’m worth taking a chance on.
I can’t resist a glance at her as I fist my angry cock. I’m close to blowing, but, as in all things, I’ll exercise self-control and hold off on my orgasm till I’ve delivered the performance of a lifetime inside this sexy, squirming little blonde.
Genevieve’s still standing in the same position.
Arms folded over her glorious tits, feet so close together I’d put money on the fact that she’s clenching her thighs under that lace.
Her face is still the same impassive mask, but her eyes give her away.
They flash from my face down to my cock, and they widen.
Her glossy pink lips part involuntarily, and I know I’m not alone in imagining them wrapped around my cock right now as she licks the moisture away.
I’m tempted to turn this girl around and get her on her knees and make her suck me off in front of Genevieve, but frankly, I’m too close to last, and I need her to see me fuck someone. I need her to witness my pièce de résistance.
I give her a smirk before dragging my eyes away from the emotions warring beneath the surface of her lovely face and focusing on tearing the condom wrapper. Rolling it carefully over my hard dick. Once it’s on, I bend over the blonde so I can whisper in her ear.
I may like to abase women, in the sexual sense of the term, but I would never confuse that with disrespect. I fucking adore women, and I also adore making them feel amazing.
I’m going to make sure this one has the time of her life while she helps me out with this little favour.
‘You tasted fucking delicious,’ I say in the vicinity of her ear, loud enough for her to hear above the music. She’s been waiting patiently like a good girl as I eye-fucked Genevieve, but now she wriggles that gorgeous, soft arse against me, and my dick twitches in appreciation.
‘We’re getting an audience,’ I tell her.
It’s true. A few more people have gathered around us.
One guy has his dick out, and another couple are touching each other as they watch us.
‘We’re going to give them a show. You just push back against me as hard as you can once we get going, okay? I’m going to make you explode.’
‘God, yes,’ she moans, and I smile in satisfaction.
‘Good girl.’
As I slowly straighten up, I reach underneath her and cup her tits. Fuck, they’re fantastic. Full and lush, hanging heavily. I strum her nipples, and she wriggles against me again.
Point taken.
I stand, and grab my latex-covered dick, and position the flared, angry crown right at her entrance. She really does have a lovely pussy—bare and pink and, thanks to my handiwork, wet as fuck. I may be big, but I don’t think I’ll need lube for her.
I push my crown in, gripping one hip hard to hold her in place. Fuck, that feels fantastic. She’s tight, and I’m fucking desperate. Even with the barrier between us, her heat envelops me as her muscles accommodate me, clenching around my tip.
Jesus. I make a show of roaming my free hand, which is the one nearest to Genevieve, over the woman’s flank, massaging her arse as I feed the rest of my length into her, inch by inch.
I’m sweating with effort, trying not to ram home too quickly so she has time to adjust to me. I bottom out, and her entire body stiffens for a moment before she pushes back against me with a luxurious shimmy of her hips, and I’m gone.
‘Okay?’ I say, leaning forward slightly. Her breathy yes is a green light where I’m concerned, and I let her have it, gripping her hips tightly and holding her up, because her upper body must be getting tired. I pull almost all the way out and drive back in with a powerful thrust of my hips.
Fuck. Yes.
God, this is everything. I may get a kick from the myriad of skills I use and abuse in the business world, from completing deals and calling stocks and manipulating people into doing what I want, but nothing, and I mean nothing, beats the feeling of having a hot pussy squeeze my dick with the finesse of a silk glove.
I force myself to make my movements as slow, as deep, as intentional as I can, not just to drive the woman I’m fucking crazy but because I have an audience.
And I want Genevieve to see everything. I want her to have the opportunity to appreciate the sight of my thick, hard cock disappearing into the soft, welcoming pussy of a woman who is not her.
I want her to regret every choice she’s made since I walked into that meeting room, including the one where she allowed me through The Playroom’s doors to plague her, and especially the one where she turned me down.
I want her wishing, with every last vestige of strength she has, that she could trade places with this woman. That she could be naked and at my mercy while I give her what she needs.
I want her so filled with longing and resentment that she caves.
That she begs me to put her out of her misery.
The ache is building in my balls as I power into the woman in front of me. The sweat is prickling on my forehead. And I can’t resist a glance.
It takes Genevieve a second to meet my eyes, because hers are fixed squarely on my cock and that mask of hers has well and truly fallen. Desire is etched on every fucking feature of her beautiful face. Triumph surges through my veins as I drive forward, still watching her.
I’m close to blowing.
So. Fucking. Close.
But the triumph is short-lived as an uglier emotion comes over her.
It could be contempt, but I’m pretty sure it’s hatred.
It’s so damning that my instinct is to freeze, but I’m too far gone. My biological urges have taken over. I couldn’t stop myself from coming now if I tried. Even if I pulled out.
As I shoot my load into the condom protecting this stranger from me, Genevieve shoots me one last filthy look and walks away.