Chapter Forty-Six
Ailee
As soon as I finish speaking, chimes ring in the lobby, and the lights flicker slowly a couple of times. The crowd starts to move toward the auditorium. Katt and Coco take advantage of the moment and slink away.
I let them, watching them dwindle with their tails tucked while my spine is straight and head held high.
Power and strength seem to sizzle in my veins.
I’ve never talked like that before, but it feels so good to just say what’s on my mind without worrying about someone else’s judgment or my place in life.
Accepting that I’m entitled to want what I want is liberating. And powerful.
Josh loops his arm around me. “Jesus, that was hot,” he whispers into my ear.
My heart pounds harder, for reasons that have nothing to do with telling off Katt and Coco. “Did you like it?”
“Loved it. I’m hoping somebody recorded and uploaded it online so I can watch it over and over again.” He pulls me close and presses his cheek against mine, the gesture intimate and sweet. “In the interests of full disclosure, I’ll never stop wanting you.”
“Good. I was planning to chase you with a stick if you did.” The joke slips out easily, but instead of my usual worries pouring into my head, I just feel good. In control.
He laughs, then kisses me. The lights flicker again, three times now.
“Isn’t that a signal to get to our seats?” I ask.
He nods. “Alas, yes.”
He links our hands and leads me along until we reach a huge box. It’s luxuriously appointed with a cushy dark burgundy leather couch big enough for three. A few decorative pillows in white and gold are laid artistically, and a couple of armchairs sit on either side.
I rush inside and look around. From up here, I can see everything clearly, from the orchestra pit to the stage. A couple of gorgeous silver boxes on the small side table catch my eye. “What are those?”
“Opera glasses.”
“Nice! I read about them, but wasn’t sure about getting some.”
“Why not?”
“Well…we may not see any more operas.”
“So? You might have more fun with them.” He hands me a box. I open it and find a stunningly beautiful pair of silver-and-gold binoculars on a thin, elegant chain.
He sprawls in the middle of the couch, then grasps my arm and pulls me down with him. I fall onto his lap with a gasp. Something long, hard and thick prods at my butt. Oh, hello.
I turn to look at him better. His eyes glitter, reflecting the lights from the auditorium and the stage. Sweet pulsing starts against my clit, and I gasp, pleasure simmering in my blood.
“Am I being punished?” I murmur.
He lowers his head until his lips are so close to mine that they’re grazing my mouth. “No. I’m rewarding you for being confident and awesome. I’m going to tease you and make you come. Then when you’re shaking from head to toe, I’m going to fuck you silly.”
Heat sears through me. My body’s already ready for whatever he has in mind. But—
“What if people see?” I keep my voice low, like I’m afraid somebody might overhear us. It feels really illicit.
“Nobody’s going to notice anything. Everyone’s too busy watching the opera.”
“But there are lots of people with opera glasses. What if they decide to watch us?”
“Then they’ll get an eyeful of how I pleasure my woman.”
My mouth dries. He’s looking at me. If I tell him no, he won’t push. My head says I should be scandalized and ask him to wait until we’re alone. But…
The lights over the audience section dim gradually until we’re plunged into darkness. Josh and I maintain eye contact in the shadowy booth. The crowd claps, then quiets down. I can barely make out his outline. The vibration between my legs feels too good, and my breathing shallows.
We’re up fairly high, and the chances of somebody looking up in our direction when the stage is below us is miniscule. Besides, the balcony won’t let people see what we’re doing below chest height anyway.
The vibrator pulses harder. I don’t want to wait hours to have this man, whose eyes burn with a hunger that sends hot shivers down my back and makes my toes curl. I want the reward now—and to feel him moving inside me as the orchestra and singers fill the auditorium with music.
I grasp the back of his neck, then slowly move my hand up, tunneling my fingers into his hair.
His breathing roughens. I run my other hand down his chest…
to his perfect abs, hidden underneath the tuxedo.
The vibrator works more vigorously. Electric shocks streak through me, and my clit throbs, my flesh growing drenched.
I flick my tongue over his mouth. He parts it, and I slip inside. His fingers flex against the small of my back. The pulsation between my legs heats my blood, but he’s deliberately holding back, teasing me, trying to draw the moment out.
I pull his tongue into my mouth and suck it. My hand travels lower until I can palm his throbbing cock through the clothes. He groans—a sound only I can hear over the high notes from the soprano. The knowledge makes me feel naughty and superior at the same time.
He slips his large, calloused hand underneath my dress, running it over my skin.
Everywhere he touches tingles. If my body could talk, it’d sigh and whimper, begging for more.
The emptiness between my thighs aches badly.
I shift, straddling his thick, hard thigh, and grind against it, while I busy myself with discreetly freeing his cock.
Instead of helping, he rolls his forefinger over the wheel on the remote control, until stronger shock waves pulse through me.
I sigh with bliss, then shiver when he strokes his thumb along the crease of my crotch, making me lose focus for a moment.
I fumble until I pull out his cock through the open fly.
It’s hot, precum slippery along the shaft.
I grip it, then swipe my thumb over the cockhead.
He bites his lip, but I can still hear the low groan. It rumbles in his chest, pressed against me. My nipples bead in the bra. I whimper, and he slips his finger between the slit on the bottom of the vibrating underwear and teases the opening of my pussy.
“Yes,” I hiss, then pump him hard.
He half laughs, half groans softly. “Patience.” He doesn’t push his fingers all the way. Maybe only an inch or two. It drives me crazy, and my inner muscles tighten, trying to keep him from retreating.
“Please. You said you wanted to reward me. So reward me. Make me come.”
He shudders, then pushes two thick fingers into me until they bump against my G-spot. I swear I see stars, but then the vibrator suddenly buzzes at the maximum level.
I crash my mouth against his to contain a scream.
He cradles the back of my skull, kissing me and shoving his tongue into me like he’s fucking me with it.
I grind against him shamelessly. His fingers invade again, then spread inside me, stretching and readying me for his size.
Even though we’ve been sleeping together for a while, I can’t seem to get used to his girth.
He pulls his hand out and licks the juices off.
“Tasty.” He puts one of the pairs of opera glasses around my neck and dips his head until his breath feathers my ear.
“Now, take some pillows and kneel on them. Then lean over until you can brace a hand against the balcony rail and hold the glasses like you’re enjoying the show. ”
My heart pounds. “Seriously? But…won’t that make it…too obvious?”
“That depends on you.”
I should say no, but the delicious heat is still coursing through me, and the vibrator, whose intensity Josh lowered, continues to pulse hard against my clit. Not only that, I feel too empty. I want his cock stretching and filling me right now.
Wordlessly, I do as he says. Then I realize I’m positioned so that it looks like I’m leaning over with excitement from my seat.
Well, I’m certainly excited. Hot wetness trickles down my inner thighs, and the vibration is killing me.
“Spread your legs.”
I part them.
“A little more. Come on. Show me how much you want to be rewarded.”
I widen them as much as I can.
“There we go.” Josh moves behind me and pushes my dress up until it’s gathered at my waist. “You enjoying the show?”
“Too much,” I say breathlessly. Although I have the opera glasses raised, I have no idea what I’m seeing; my entire attention is focused behind me.
He chuckles. “Good girl.”
I can hear little movements behind but I’m totally clueless about where he is or what he’s doing. He isn’t touching me, so… Is he getting undressed? Is he—
I almost scream when I feel his mouth closing over me. Oh my God. I start to lower my glasses, but he smacks my ass, reminding me I’m supposed to be watching the stage.
Some singer is crying, “Nein, nein, nein!” but I hardly appreciate it.
Josh’s tongue feels amazing, licking my flesh while the vibrator torments my swollen clit.
Then he pushes it into my pussy and laps me up.
I shiver, biting my lip. My eyes close as I enjoy the sensation.
He knows exactly what I like—what I need.
My toes curl, and I resist the urge to move my hips against his face.
I’m supposed to look unaffected, although I’m not sure how well I’m pulling it off.
My breathing is too erratic, my heartbeats too loud.
Surely somebody can hear them over the music.
He pushes the vibrator hard against my clit while he devours me. I clench my teeth to contain a scream as I climax. I shudder against his face over and over again.
He kisses my thighs, licking the slick liquid dripping down there. Then his mouth is gone. I lick my lips, anticipation winding in my belly. What’s he going to do next?
His hands grip my pelvis. My pussy clenches. His cockhead rubs against the opening, teasing. I can’t control myself. I rock back a little, demanding he hurry up.
He lets out a dark laugh, then his cock pushes into me. My whole body seems to stretch, and I have to inhale to deal with it. Then he slowly pulls back…and slams into me.
My body shakes with the force. My braced arm trembles. But it feels so damn good, especially with the vibrator still going strong.
“Don’t move,” he says just loud enough for me to hear.
Then he drives into me, the rhythm diabolically fast and hot. Heat burns every cell in my body. The need to move with him is overwhelming, but I tense myself to keep still. “Fuck. You’re so tight,” he groans.
“You’re—just—too—big,” I manage to say, then arch my back, as another powerful wave of orgasm starts to crest over me.
It breaks with enough force to leave me dazed.
He slams into me again and again, his movements becoming frenzied.
My vision almost shorts out. If I weren’t braced against the railing and he weren’t holding my hips, I’d fall into a heap on the floor.
The soprano hits a high note as the orchestra crescendos.
“Fuuuuck.” Josh lets out a moan as he abruptly stops thrusting and shudders. Hot fluid fills me, and I groan with satisfaction.
The crowd erupts into applause with cries of bravo!