Chapter 12
She tasted like champagne and sex, just as he did. She tasted like his daydreams and his wet dreams and all the fantasies she’d spun for him over the phone. She tasted like the only woman he’d ever wanted.
He went deep, kissing her until he stole her breath, his tongue swirling with hers, her body tight against him, her nipples hard pebbles, his cock a rock against her hip.
He could lose himself in her, right here, fuck her now in front of everyone, make her beg for more, until she came so hard she fainted.
When he pulled back, she was kiss-drugged, her lashes half closed, her gaze dazed. Knox stood, pulling her with him, holding her up when her legs would have given out.
“We need to find a man to come hard watching me fuck you.”
“Yes,” she agreed in a desire-dazed voice.
“Tell me it’s what you want. I want you to want this as much as I do. I need you to say yes, that you’re dying for my cock inside you, that it’s all you’ve dreamed of for weeks now.”
“It’s the only thing I’ve dreamed of since that night. You’ve known what I wanted since the moment you overheard my fantasy. I said your name, didn’t I? I can never seem to remember. But I think I said it.”
“You did.” He’d heard her voice breaking over his name every night since.
“I lied right from the start when I said it would be just phone sex, when I said it wasn’t a relationship.
I’ve wanted you all along, wanted to watch you, wanted to go down on you, wanted to fuck you, even wanted to watch you reverse cowgirl while another man’s cock plundered you. ”
“Knox.” It was all she said.
It was all he needed.
He folded his fingers over hers, led her straight through the dance floor, parting couples, staking his claim on her. “You want the one she just sucked off?” he said, sure she would know who he meant.
“But she already made him come.”
Knox smiled, feeling his need in the pit of his stomach. “Oh, he’s out there searching for more.”
“Do you think he can get it up again?”
They left the bar, entering the hallway now packed with people, watching, salivating, touching, fucking. “Oh yeah. Watching me fuck you, that’ll work on him, get him where he wants to go.”
A stout man screwed a woman right there in the hall, her legs wrapped around him, pants down at his ankles, his bare ass pumping her against the dark wood paneling.
He headed for the room Summer had stopped the longest at, the room she’d created in her fantasy without even knowing what she was doing. The cocktail party.
They’d left it maybe half an hour ago, and now it was practically an orgy.
People fucking on the couches, women sucking cock, men sucking cock, some guy on his knees with his face buried in a woman’s slit.
And there were watchers too, mostly men, one woman stroking her husband’s cock while they watched two men fuck.
Knox pulled Summer into the room, leaned against the wall, and tugged her back against him.
This was his fantasy the moment he’d seen that plunging dress, and he slipped his hands inside, her skin warm and scented, his fingers finding her nipples.
“You like it, don’t you. You like watching.
Your nipples are hard at the thought of being watched. ”
She leaned back, giving him full access. He palmed her, caressed her, pinched her nipples, going rock hard against her spine as she moaned.
“Are you looking for him?”
“Yes,” she said in a gasp as he tweaked her, just enough to cause a pleasure-pain he knew would shoot down her sweet, hot, and very wet pussy.
They both searched for the guy who was a bit like Brett, a bit like Holt.
He couldn’t resist the beckoning scent of her sex, and one hand still cupping her breast, he slid out of the dress, down the full flirty skirt, gathering it in his fingers, pushing her legs apart with his shoe between her feet.
And he found her. “Christ, I knew you weren’t wearing panties.
I could smell you.” He slipped between her folds.
“You’re so fucking wet, so fucking hot.”
She moaned, rubbed against him, her beautiful bared back stroking his cock while he stroked her clit into a hard, tight bead. He worked her, slipped inside her hot channel, back out again. “Don’t come yet. You need to wait until he finds us, until my cock is deep inside you.”
“Oh my God, Knox, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
He pulled out, raising his hand to his lips. He could have tasted her at the nightclub after making her come on the dance floor, but he’d waited, probably for this moment, as he sucked his finger, that first taste of her exploding in his mouth. The first taste, but not the last.
Then he saw him and knew she did too by the slight stiffening of her body. The guy had been watching Knox put his fingers inside Summer, saw him savor her taste on his tongue.
“Do you want him to watch?” he murmured in her ear.
She shuddered against him, the sensation vibrating through his body. Holding her, rubbing his cock against her, he reveled in her desire.
And the guy’s gaze locked on them.
He smiled as if he knew what they wanted. As if he couldn’t wait for it.
Knox tipped his chin in invitation, in acknowledgment. Then he slid his hand down Summer’s arm, laced his fingers through hers, and pulled her out the door.
He drove her crazy with need. He kissed her, and she melted.
He touched her, and she was on the edge of coming.
He could have taken her right there on the sofa in that cocktail lounge setup.
And now he was leading her into the depths of the immense mansion, with sex all around them, the sight of it, the sound of it, the scent of it.
And Silver Fox followed them.
She felt him moving languidly behind them, watching, stopping for a moment, then once again gliding after them through the crowded hallway.
Knox, holding her hand, opened doors, looked inside, closed them again, as if he couldn’t find what he wanted.
And all she wanted was him.
They passed a couple screwing up against the wall. They glanced into a room where three couples lay on the floor licking and sucking in a daisy chain, man, woman, man, woman, one guy sucking a cock, a woman licking someone else’s wife.
She was dizzy with all the sights and sounds. It was like nothing she could have imagined. Her stories for Paul were vanilla compared to this.
“What are you looking for?” she asked Knox, her words breathless.
“I’ll know it when I see it.”
At the end of the hall, he headed up a staircase, stopping halfway and pushing her against the wall, kissing her, tasting her, touching her until she couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. Until she wanted to climb his body and take him inside her. His delicious taste filled all her senses.
“Somewhere special,” he whispered against her lips.
Leading her up to the next landing, there were far fewer people milling in the halls. He tried a couple of doors, found them locked, and moved on.
Until finally there was an unlocked door, and he pulled her inside.
It was a bedroom done in black, white, and silver, with a thick black comforter and silver and white pillows on the bed. And mirrors on the walls and ceiling so they could see themselves.
Her heart was beating hard, her chest rising with her breaths.
Knox picked her up then, laid her on the bed, and slid his hands beneath her dress. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, I’ve made myself nuts with it.” Then he spread her legs and pushed the dress over her hips. “Christ, I’ve dreamed about this, tasting you, taking you.”
He gazed down at her as if she were the most beautiful thing in the world.
Then he bent to her, taking her with his lips and his tongue.
She gasped at the sheer immensity of the pleasure he gave her, the sensual stroke of his tongue, the feel of his fingers filling her.
Arching, throwing her arms above her, a moan slipped from her lips, then a cry.
She was close, so close, just with the first touch of his mouth on her.
All the weeks of listening and talking, wanting and needing, coalesced into this moment.
She had to see him, needed the sight of his beautiful face as well as feeling the texture of his tongue and the slide of his fingers.
Pushing up on her elbows, she savored his dark head between her legs, his eyes closed as he hummed against her, his lashes long and lush.
She didn’t need the fantasies. She didn’t need the phone calls.
She needed this, the flesh-and-blood man making her body soar.
Then she saw him, the silver fox, leaning against the doorjamb, his eyes on her. Even from the bed, with Knox spreading her legs, she could see the burn in the man’s gaze.
It was too much. It was as if this moment with Knox wasn’t theirs at all. As if it suddenly it became cheap and dirty. Nothing like her fantasies and everything like the dirty movies her husband watched, fucking her as if she were just a sex toy.
And she couldn’t do this. Not when the only thing Knox really wanted was to prove he wasn’t a cuckold.
She reeled away from him, scrambling off the bed, shoving her skirt down.
He wanted to do the screwing, the cuckolding, not the one who could only watch.
Despite all her talk, all her fantasies, all her wild stories, she couldn’t do it.
Maybe an audience would be fine later, but not now, not in this place. Not this first time.
Both hands braced on the bed, Knox looked at her. “Don’t make me stop.”
She shuddered, glanced at the man leaning so nonchalantly in the doorway. “I just can’t, like this, being watched.”
“I thought that was your fantasy.” Knox’s voice was soft, cajoling, even begging.
“Not like this.” Not the first time Knox slid inside her, the first time he made her come on his cock.
“We don’t need him to watch,” he offered.
But she was afraid Knox did need it. And the only explanation she had was, “Not the first time.”