Chapter 23 #3
He chuckled darkly, and it was only then that I realized he’d shifted closer to me on the couch. “I want to know how you felt the first time you went to Exotique.”
My mouth dried up. That was a question I hadn’t been expecting. “I…um, I was… fascinated.”
“Fascinated, huh? Because it was something you’d never seen before or because you wanted to be the one getting railed in front of an audience?”
Heat pooled between my legs at the way his intense eyes scorched me as he waited for my answer. A flush crept over my cheeks and down to my chest, not from embarrassment but at the images my mind was conjuring.
“I wanted to be on the stage…with you.”
His eyes narrowed on me, and he cursed under his breath. “Is that something you still want?”
“You’ve already asked your question, you’ll have to wait ’til you win your next piece.”
“I’ve got a free one in reserve. Answer the question.”
“Yes.”
His response was to visibly swallow, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping to the bulge beginning to grow in his sweats. Holy hell. I swiftly looked away and moved my queen to claim a black pawn, my mind no longer on the game.
Removing his piece from the board, I met his eyes. “Would you fuck me on stage in front of an audience?”
“Yes.”
Oh. My. God.
My core clenched as the image of the voyeur room in Exotique materialized in my head, along with faceless people watching as Miles fucked me from behind; a picture I’d fantasized about for so damn long.
Miles reached over and moved a piece, sitting back with a smug grin on his face. “Checkmate.”
“What?” My attention snapped to the board, my jaw dropping at finding he had indeed moved me into checkmate, despite there still being over half the pieces still on the board.
But the game was the last thing on my mind, not with the ache growing between my legs. An ache that I knew would only be satisfied by Miles.
“Well done,” I said, my voice husky as nervous anticipation seeped into my veins. “What would you like to do for the rest of the day?”
A wicked smile graced his lips. “We can start with this.” He reached into his sweats and pulled out his cock, the ring in the tip glinting under the light. “On your knees.”
His hand wrapped around his shaft, and I bit my lip as I stared. I’d only briefly seen his cock before he thrust inside of me, but now I understood why I felt so full when he fucked me.
It took several seconds for my brain to engage. Slipping off the couch, I positioned myself between his spread legs, his dark eyes watching my every move. Removing his hand, his cock stood to attention.
“Did that hurt?” I asked, gently stroking his piercing.
“Like a bitch.”
“Why did you get it done?”
“Question time is over, Jailbait. You can put your mouth to good use by sucking my cock.”
I grinned at him before wrapping my hand around his length and shifting closer when I was hit by a wave of uncertainty. From under my lashes, I peeked up at him. “I…um, I’ve only ever sucked Owen’s cock before-”
My words were cut off when he grabbed my face with one hand, his thumb and finger digging into my cheeks. “Never, and I mean, never, mention another man’s name when my cock is in your hand. Especially that cunt.”
His eyes blazed with fury, and my cheeks heated. “I just mean…I’m not experienced. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Well, you know what they say. Practice makes perfect, and I’m more than happy for you to practice on me,” he replied, his anger replaced with amusement as he released my face.
“I bet you are,” I smirked before lowering my mouth.
Tentatively, my tongue swiped over the slit on the tip of his cock, salty pre-cum hitting my taste buds and making my mouth salivate. I tightened my grip around his shaft and licked around his piercing, letting myself get used to the metal hoop before I opened my mouth and sucked the whole tip in.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Miles hissed, his head tipping back against the couch.
With my confidence growing, I slowly moved my hand up and down his shaft in time with sucking and licking his tip, his cock growing thicker under my palm. When he laced his hand into my hair, I lowered my mouth, taking more of him in until the piercing hit the back of my throat.
“Easy, Sofe,” he gritted out when I gagged around him, and he gently tugged my hair to lift me off his cock. “It’ll take time to get used to the piercing. Go slow.”
Gratitude rushed through me. When I’d given Owen a blow job, he’d been rough and had constantly thrust his cock down my throat, seemingly enjoying making me gag.
He’d come quickly, and I’d been glad it was over, and in absolute no rush to do it again.
Thankfully, I ended things with him before he could ask me to do it a second time.
Finding a rhythm, my mouth slid up and down Miles’ cock in time with my hand, and each time, I took his length a little further into my mouth, stopping when it felt like I was going to gag.
Miles’ hand tightened in my hair, and as my pace increased, his groans and curses grew louder. My pussy ached more than ever, and I clenched my slick core, hoping to find some relief, but not getting it.
“Are you going to be a good girl and swallow my come?” Miles hissed, lacing his other hand into my hair to join the other.
I nodded, not removing my mouth from around him.
“I can’t wait to fuck your mouth in front of a crowd, Jailbait.
They’re all going to be watching you take my cock like a greedy little slut. ”
Holy shit. Was it possible to orgasm from words and images alone? Because I was certain I was about to come based solely on the thought of us being on stage in Exotique.
“Fuck, Sofe. I’m gonna come,” Miles grunted, his hips jutting as I pumped and sucked. “Don’t swallow straight away though, I want to see my come in your mouth.”
With another stroke and flick across his tip, warm salty come exploded in my mouth. I couldn’t stop myself from spluttering a little, making some of his release trickle down my chin.
With his grip in my hair, he pulled me off his cock. “Show me,” he ordered, his eyes burning brightly in adoration. I opened my mouth, letting him see his come coating my tongue, and for several long seconds, he could only stare. “Christ, that’s hot,” he said, releasing my hair. “Swallow now.”
I did as he instructed, the ache between my legs becoming unbearable as the thick liquid slid down my throat. When it was gone, I wiped my mouth with my finger before sucking it into my mouth and licking it clean, Miles watching me the entire time.
“What would you like to do next?” I whispered.
He leaned down and grabbed me, making me squeal as he pulled me into his lap. “I believe I said something about putting you over my knee and tanning your fine ass.”