TWENTY-FOUR
Charlotte
Noah froze, his fingers lodged inside my pussy. His expression didn’t make any sense. Why did he look so conflicted?
His hand retreated to my knee and his shoulders straightened, and cold worry hit me like I’d been doused with a bucket of water. I thought he wanted me as badly as I did him—and yet he was acting like this was a bad idea.
Like I’d asked for something I shouldn’t have.
His arms tightened, pulling me back into his lap, and his eyes went bottomless. “Fuck. I really, really want to.”
I swallowed thickly. “But?”
“Your inhibitions are way down right now. I’d be taking advantage of you.”
Maybe part of me knew he was right. I was in a heady fog, not thinking clearly, but the spoiled part of me didn’t care. It wanted what it wanted, and I’d worry about consequences later.
“You wouldn’t be,” I tried to persuade.
He didn’t believe me. “I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret any of this. I don’t want you to regret,” he clarified, “being with me.”
I exhaled as understanding began to roll through me. He studied my expression as if searching for something, and when he didn’t find it, he leaned in. His voice was hushed, so only I’d hear his question.
“Do you love me?”
My heart stopped and I jolted, unable to do anything but blink at him with disbelief.
“Uh . . .” I started.
He chuckled. He already knew the answer and had only asked me to prove a point.
“I care about you, though,” I said. “Like, a lot.”
“I do too,” he admitted. His hand resting on my knee began to move, sliding back and forth in a comforting, intimate gesture. “I care about you so much, Charlotte, it’s kind of scary, and that’s why we should wait. I don’t want our first time to be like this.”
He subtly ticked his head toward the woman on her knees and the man looming over her, wordlessly reminding me we weren’t alone.
His voice filled with gravel. “I want you all to myself.”
Oh. Well, now I wanted that very much too.
My heart restarted, sending warmth flooding through my chest. It silenced the hint of disappointment I’d had, because I’d never been great with patience or delaying gratification.
I pressed my lips together and nodded my acceptance. My gaze drifted from him to the people who were too busy playing to pay much attention to us. If they’d heard any of our conversation, they didn’t let on.
A thought struck me then, and my focus snapped back to Noah. “Wait. You’re still going to play with her, though, right?”
Because that had been the plan for the evening... but he’d made it clear multiple times that minds could change at any time. Had he decided against being with Shannon?
He must have heard the worry in my voice, because his smile was sinful. This was another question he knew the answer to. “You want me to?”
“I want to watch.”
He set his teeth on my shoulder in something too gentle to be considered a bite and let out a muffled groan. The idea was so hot, it was nearly overwhelming. His not-quite-bite turned into a kiss, and he marched a line of them across the top of my shoulder, moving to the crook of my neck.
The hairs of his beard tickled my skin. “Are you going to play with him?”
Meaning Eli.
I had no idea how Noah felt about it because his tone and expression were emotionless. We’d talked about it before, and he’d seemed excited, but tonight he hadn’t liked how much interest Eli was showing toward me.
Did Noah feel threatened by this other man?
“Do you want me to?” I asked.
“I want you to do whatever you want to do.” He sucked on a spot just below my ear, and it caused an intense ache between my legs. “I wouldn’t mind watching, but only if that’s what you want. If you’re into it. Don’t do it for me.”
Maybe it wasn’t insecurity at all. His guarded state was an attempt not to pressure or sway me either direction, which I fucking appreciated.
My focus drifted to the tattooed man. Eli had been pretending not to listen in, but the space was small, and it had to be hard not to overhear us. He peered back at me with a dark hunger, eager to hear my answer. His hips thrust and flexed as he stroked his dick in and out of Shannon’s mouth, and he was obviously enjoying it, and yet... it didn’t seem to be enough.
He craved more, like he was the type of person who wasn’t satisfied until he had every little thing he wanted.
“I still haven’t decided yet,” I admitted.
Noah seemed pleased with this answer, but disappointment crashed through Eli’s eyes. It was short lived, though. It flitted away as he stepped back, out of her mouth and the shorts waded at his ankles. He was completely naked as he bent at the waist, scooped up his shorts, and fished inside one of the pockets for something.
A gold foil packet was retrieved, and he cast everything else aside, setting his attention on the woman who was still on her knees in front of him. “You want me to fuck you?”
She nodded.
“Up,” he commanded as he tore open the condom wrapper. “Bend over the table so everyone can watch you taking this dick.”
Shannon practically leapt to her feet and moved to plant her elbows on the table. As soon as she was in position, she wiggled her hips at him and glanced over her shoulder to watch as he rolled the latex down over his thick erection.
Once that was done to her satisfaction, her attention swung to her husband.
I couldn’t see her expression, but it had to be the same as Patrick’s, which was full of love. He lifted a hand, set it on her cheek, and kissed her, like he needed that connection to her. To make sure they were bonded together while Eli grasped one of her hips and prepared to push inside her body.
He used his free hand to line himself up, and when he began to inch forward, a muted groan rumbled out of him.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Fill me up with all that cock.”
“That’s it,” Patrick urged. His posture shifted, reminding me of a kid who was too excited to sit still as he watched Eli’s dick disappear inside his wife.
“It’s so fucking big,” she whined, although it sounded as if she loved it.
“Yes,” her husband agreed. “Take it.” The other man kept going until he was buried to the hilt, and a smile lit up Patrick’s face. His tone went heavy with pride. “ Oh , that’s my girl.”
Fuck.
It was so sexy, I had to sip air in slowly through clenched teeth.
As Eli began to fuck her, a fresh wave of steam filled my body. Once again, I was up close and personal with this private sex show, and there were so many exciting things to look at, I wasn’t sure where to start.
His tempo ramped up quickly, and each slap of their bodies together sent waves rippling across her ass cheeks. I liked how his tattoo looked, the dark ink seeming to move as the muscles beneath it flexed.
I sighed with satisfaction and squirmed in Noah’s lap when his fingers speared back into me. It felt so impossibly good, like he knew exactly how and where to touch me. I couldn’t help the way my hips shifted, trying to get him to fuck me faster, and this subtle movement was all it took for the cup of my bra, the one that had barely stayed up, to fall.
Heat flared in his eyes as he stared down at my exposed breast, and—holy shit. He fucking licked his lips .
The idea he wanted his mouth on me, and wanted it badly, was so hot.
But he wasn’t the only one who’d noticed my bra had fallen. Shannon was no longer looking at her husband. She was flat on the table, her face turned to me and her cheek flattened to the tabletop while enduring Eli’s punishing rhythm.
“Can I,” she breathed, “touch you?”
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and nodded.
Her hand on my breast didn’t physically feel any different from when Noah touched me, but my brain didn’t accept it.
New , it told me. Different .
And that was exciting.
As her fingertips trailed across my sensitive skin, everyone else seemed riveted, fixated on her delicate touch. Even Noah, because the pace of his fingers slowed, no longer driving into me. When she oh-so-gently pinched my nipple, I let out a sigh of enjoyment, and it broke the spell over the men.
Patrick rose out of his seat, leaned over, and unclasped his wife’s bra. The fabric and elastic sprang free, and it meant she momentarily had to stop what she was doing. She lifted off the table, leaving the bra behind, and her husband cleared it out of the way.
The sight of her topless was just as stunning as it’d been last time. Her breasts were full and beautiful, and I was sort of envious of her husband as his hands wandered across them. But then he took his seat and resumed jerking himself off, satisfied just to watch.
A deep moan came from her as Eli shifted his feet and adjusted the angle of his thrusts. He wasn’t quiet either. His little groans and labored breaths were seriously sexy.
Shannon’s touch returned to my chest, and this time it was less tentative. Her fingers bit a little harder on my nipple, and a moan escaped my lips, sandwiched between two ragged breaths.
And Noah’s fingers. Fuck me, they were skilled, hitting just the right spot, and sent electricity zipping all along my spine.
“Do you want her to suck on your tits?”
The question had come from him, but it had sounded like it was inside my head, and the moment the idea was planted, there was no other answer. “ Yes .”
“Ask her.”
Oh, God. His command was so fucking sexy, I could hardly stand it. I stared into Shannon’s eyes. We both knew what I was about to say, but she looked at me with desperation. Like if I didn’t ask her right this moment, she was going to die.
“Will you,” I panted, “suck on my tits?”
I only got a glimpse of her smile before her head dipped down and her mouth made contact. Her soft, damp lips drew a path across my breast, and when she reached my nipple, her tongue flicked the bud of flesh.
My vision blurred, not from the sensation, but from the heat of it all.
Noah had one hand between my legs and the other on my back supporting me, and when I arched into her needy mouth, he moved with me. He leaned me back, giving her more access and room to maneuver.
She needed it too.
Eli’s tempo had accelerated to a furious pace. Was it uncomfortable for her, getting pounded into the table like that? Maybe, but she didn’t seem to mind, and fucking hell—it was erotic.
I couldn’t help but imagine what it must look like for Patrick.
Did he notice the bead of sweat as it rolled down Eli’s washboard abs? Or was he focused on Eli’s hands that clenched his wife’s waist while she was getting railed?
Did his gaze include me, and how I was practically draped over Noah, naked except for a pulled-down bra, with his wife’s mouth latched onto my breast?
Tension coiled inside me, building toward a big finish. I’d wanted to give Noah a handjob, but it was impossible now with everything happening both physically and mentally. There wasn’t any space to work with, since his arm would be in my way, and I’d come faster if I wasn’t distracted.
It wasn’t going to take long at this rate. Shannon’s greedy mouth felt good, but not as good as the fingers surging inside me. And those didn’t feel as good as the connection of his mouth against mine, drinking up my moans.
My orgasm barreled down abruptly, hurtling me toward the edge...
And then it flung me right over.
I broke our kiss and cried out as I was crushed under a wave of ecstasy, shivering in his arms.
My recovery was slow.
I came back to reality, breath by ragged breath, letting some of the fog clear from my mind, before sliding out of his lap. I melted down the side of the booth and onto my knees and twisted my hands behind my back to undo my bra.
He didn’t understand what I was doing until I reached for the undone sides of his pants. Then, his hands were there, easing me out of the way so he could take over. I let him, because that would be faster, and I was eager for what came next.
I sat back, impatiently waiting as he pushed his pants and underwear down his legs, lifted the wad of clothes over me, and cast them aside. They landed on the floor with a soft thump, and then he was as naked as I was.
His dick was hard, resting against his stomach, and I clamped a hand around it. His lips parted to exhale a deep, appreciative sigh, which gave me secondhand satisfaction. I delivered a few pumps, and although I wanted to continue watching the show, I also wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could.
So I bent, opened my mouth, and slid his cock inside.
As my lips closed around him and I inched down, he issued a groan. It sounded like pleasure and pain mixed together, as if I were both pleasing and torturing him. Shit, it was hot as fuck. I opened my jaw wider, allowing him to slip further inside, all the way to the back of my throat.
When I sucked hard and swiped my tongue against the sensitive underside of his tip, the muscles in his thighs corded with tension. Oh, he really liked that, so I did it again.
But my hair was in my way. I had to pause and push it back over my shoulder, but as soon as I began to pump my mouth over him, it fell again, It was annoying how it wouldn’t stay, and just as I reached to hold it back, a hand was there, collecting the strands.
It wasn’t Noah’s—it was Shannon’s.
“That’s it,” she cooed. “Get him ready for me.”
Her dirty words caused a hit of pleasure, an aftershock from my orgasm. As she held my hair out of my way, my tongue spun cartwheels over the head of Noah’s cock. It caused him to pulse and flex, which was hard on my jaw, but was totally worth it.
Eventually, I had to come up for air.
It wasn’t the easiest blowjob I’d ever given. I was mindful of the table just beside my head and did my best not to bang my head on it. When I sat back on my heels, Shannon saw her window of opportunity and went for it. She seized Noah’s cock, wet with my saliva, and gave it a long, thorough stroke.
On some level, I knew I was supposed to dislike this. Her action should have caused jealousy to roar through me, but all it did was make me burn hotter. Maybe something was wrong with me because I loved the way it looked.
Her gaze went from the dick in her hands, up to Noah’s face, and her tone was pleading. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
He considered her request for a single beat, and then he moved. His hands scooped under my arms and helped me onto my feet as he stood. The kiss he delivered was quick and almost chaste, even though we were both naked and his hands had moved to settle on my ass.
When it ended, he peered at me, and I understood the question that lurked in his eyes.
Are you sure you’re okay with this?