Chapter 2
In the Act
LANIE
I was deep in my head, living for my climax, when I spotted an onlooker.
I panicked as I met the eyes of a tall man with broad shoulders momentarily in the doorway.
I expected him to apologize or—worse still—yell at us.
Instead, he remained calm, just staring.
His steely gaze was neither upset nor fussed.
Then, he disappeared, looking flustered.
I should have ignored him, but I couldn’t. If he was game, I wanted to play.
Instead of stopping, I slyly invited him back with a moan.
And, return he did. Though timid at first, he came forth, intrigued.
I enjoyed the slight smile that crossed his face as I acknowledged his gaze.
He had a jaw that could cut glass with an undeniably sexy bit of stubble.
His slightly grey hair wasn’t fussy and he was dressed down.
I had no idea who this stranger was—he wasn’t staff.
I wondered if he was the owner. As I took him in, I noticed the outline of his substantial erection. The vision of me here aroused him.
When I came, I shuddered—eyes locked on the voyeur until they rolled back with sweet satisfaction.
Caleb kissed my thighs, then came to press his body into mine on the couch.
I didn’t know what to do. His erection suggested he wanted more.
In all honesty, I was dying to have him inside me. But, there was the stranger.
“Get in the chair over there,” I pointed over his shoulder. “I want to ride you.”
The man stepped away just so Caleb didn’t see him.
Part of me hoped he might remain. The oversized chair faced away from the door.
So, if I was on top, all Caleb could see was the books on the opposite wall.
Caleb spun fast, pulling a condom out of his wallet and kicking his pants and boxers off.
I watched as he rolled the condom slowly over his hard cock and waited patiently for me.
As I climbed astride Caleb, I caught a glance of the mystery man from the corner of my eye. He stood, enraptured. I bit my lip and tried not to stare too obviously. Turning back to my date, I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him slowly as I slid him deep within me.
“Do you like that you can taste yourself?” Caleb asked.
“I don’t mind,” I said. “I have satisfaction of knowing you wanted nothing more than to have me cum all over your face.”
“Oh, fuck,” Caleb moaned. “You are amazing.”
I smiled, satisfied as I rocked my hips back and forth. The mystery man watched every move I made. Once more there was really nothing more to see beyond my facial expressions. I should have kept it down, but having an audience made me behave even less.
“I wanted to pull over and fuck you on the side of the M5,” Caleb kissed my neck. “Who are you? And why are you so fucking good?”
“You spoil me,” I said. “I love to be worshipped.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” Caleb promised. “If you keep doing what you’re doing.”
I smiled at him, then looked back at the man in the doorway. Caleb’s gaze dropped to my tits bobbing in my dress. I committed to the act. As I found the perfect, glorious spot that sent me over the edge, I stared directly at my audience.
“Oh, God, Caleb! Make me cum!”
I dug my nails into the leather chair back and lost myself, staring into the eyes of this handsome stranger. Thrilled, amused, and a little embarrassed by my high, I came back to Caleb, kissing him. Why did that feel so good?
BAZ
Watching this beautiful stranger reach orgasm again—even in the hands of my friend—was enough to send me over the edge. I resisted the urge to touch my cock for fear she’d call it off or I’d get caught. It killed me to refrain. I ached to find release with her screams.
Staring at me, nostrils flaring, she kept going.
In a husky voice, she said, “Cum for me, Caleb.”
Her accent alone cut through me. She tortured me and loved it. Who the hell was this exhibitionist American? And why didn’t I have her? I pictured her on her knees before me—big eyes looking up. Even worse with her full pink lips wrapped around my cock.
Then, I knew I’d cum. Racing to relieve myself, my palms sweated with an aching need for her. I found the nearest toilet. With a few not-so-generous strokes, I came, thinking about her beautiful face and the way she moaned. I was too old for this shit but couldn’t help myself.
Returning to the hall, I struggled to act normal.
I heard them now, trying to act like they hadn’t just defaced my library.
I listened to them laugh down the hall, chatting casually now about something else.
She moved on, but I hadn’t. Mentally, I found myself unable to separate myself from moment’s electricity.
This American either didn’t recognize the hold she had on me or knew her power and didn’t care.
If it was the former, I found it cloyingly adorable.
If it was the latter, I found it infuriating, yet engrossing.
Hold it together, Baz! It was just a bit of fun!
The desire for answers about this beautiful stranger overwhelmed me as it hadn’t in years.
Watching her, I felt something more than lust. Flustered, I couldn’t face her.
I fled, unable to string together a sentence.
I worried I’d look weak and disappointing.
Instead of waiting for them to emerge, I rushed off and focused on dressing for supper.
As I decompressed in my sitting room, a knock sounded. Annoyed, I rose to answer. Caleb stood before me, a shit-eating grin on his face. I wondered why he was here, but didn’t want to assume it had to do with the pretty young thing who just eyefucked me while fucking him.
“Hello,” I said. “You made it in.”
“I did. I hope you don’t mind I brought someone.”
“I don’t. Of course not,” I said.
Especially someone young, fit, and downright decadent.
“You’re gonna love her.”
I cleared my throat. “I am sure I will. Is everything to her liking?”
“She’s found the hounds and is in the garden,” Caleb answered. “She’s American. I think anything remotely old-world tickles her fancy. It’s not that. I was coming to ask you about a project.”
Predictable.
“I have an opportunity with a building in Islington I have a line from the council that they will approve my request for density.”
“But?” I sighed.
“I wanted to see if you might go in with me on it. It has tons of potential. There are hip places popping up everywhere. And it’s close to Exham.”
Exham was my family’s football club. We’d just built a new stadium because my father was bored of the old one. He had come to approximately two games since then. It was dizzying the things my father would spend money on just because he could.
“I don’t know. Numbers would have to make sense, Caleb,” I said.
“I think I could change your mind, mate.”
“Tell me over dinner,” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “It’s already been a long day.”
“All work and no play will make you a dull boy, Osgoode.”
“I am well aware,” I said. “Will you come see us play next weekend?”
“We’ll see, mate. Depends on if you want to see the build site.”
I rolled my eyes. “I will be at club level. Take it or leave it.”
Caleb patted my shoulder. “You’ll want in on this.”
I wanted in on what he had, but it wasn’t what he offered that piqued my interest.