Epilogue
They arrived at the club early. Summer didn’t want to get lost in the crush of people that would come later that night.
She wanted to see without being overwhelmed.
Knox led her straight to the cocktail party room, finding an empty couch and settling in where he tucked a hand beneath her hair to stroke her nape.
She loved his proprietary touch, demonstrating that she was his. And he was hers.
After a celebratory clink of their champagne glasses, Summer leaned an elbow on the back of the sofa and tucked her legs beneath her, letting her high heels fall to the floor. “I don’t see him,” she murmured.
“If it’s not him, we’ll find the perfect guy.” He caressed her thigh, pushing up the little black dress to expose her skin. She wasn’t wearing panties. She wasn’t wearing a bra. And at his touch, her nipples pebbled against the silk dress.
He leaned in to whisper, “You’re wet. I can smell how badly you want it.”
She swiped a hand over the front of his loose slacks, which she could easily slip her hand into. “And I can feel how badly you want me to suck your cock.”
He laughed softly. “We don’t need to wait for him if you want to do it now.”
“As much as I would love your cock in my mouth—” She smiled. “—I want to watch for a bit. Like that couple over there.” She jutted her chin.
An in-shape fifty-year-old man kissed a younger woman of perhaps thirty-five, and the way he kissed her made Summer’s heart race. As if he were dying for her. As if there were no one else in the room but her.
Knox followed her gaze. “That’s how I feel about you.”
She looked at him, needing the words. “What do you mean?”
“He’s kissing her like there’s no one else for him but her. And there never will be.”
She stared at him for a long moment. “How did you know that’s what I was thinking?” But she knew. Because they thought alike. Because they wanted the same thing. Because they’d learned each other inside and out.
Knox swept a lock of hair behind her ear. “I also know that he’ll shove her up against the wall in about three seconds, lift her skirt, and fuck her.”
Even as he said the words, the man pushed his hands up her skirt and hauled her up until she wrapped her legs around him.
They didn’t fumble, their movements graceful as she unzipped his trousers, and suddenly he was in her, taking her against the wall with slow, luscious strokes. Just the way Knox took Summer.
Just the way Summer loved it.
“They want only each other, but they like the added thrill of someone watching them.”
Knox kissed her then, hard and long and sweet. Then finally whispered, “Just like we do. Because it’s kinky and dirty and sexy to be watched.”
He wrapped her in his arms as they watched the couple against the wall, the woman leaning her head back in bliss as he thrust into her. Summer couldn’t see the man’s cock, and yet there was something so delicious about their movements.
She crawled onto Knox’s lap. “Watching them makes me so hot that I want you inside me right now.”
He pushed beneath her skirt, cupped her bottom and rubbed her against him. “You want a teaser orgasm now?”
“Touch me,” she whispered. “But don’t make me come.”
He slid his hand between her legs, stroked her. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“Oh God.” She rocked with the movement of his fingers, closed her eyes and tipped her head, so there was only the feel of his fingers on her. Then she turned just enough to see the couple against the wall.
There was such beauty in the pleasure on their faces, the essence of sex and desire and love.
When the woman cried out, Summer wanted to come too, with Knox’s touch on her, with his scent in her head, and his cock between her legs. She’d waited so long. Three nights without Knox inside her was an eternity.
But it would be so much better if they waited just a little longer for the silver fox to turn up and complete their adventure.
Then, as if her thoughts conjured him, the man arrived, standing just inside the doorway for a moment, his eyes scanning the room.
Until he saw Summer in Knox’s lap. And he smiled.
“Are you ready?” Knox whispered against her ear.
“For what?” She pulled back to look down at him, pretending she had no idea.
“This time I intend to fuck you in front of your handsome silver fox.”
Her heart beat faster. That’s what this night was all about, for Knox to stake his claim on her.
Just as he had erased the memory of Everett and the dirty movies, tonight would erase the memory of once having been a cuckolded husband.
Maybe that’s what he’d been trying to do that first night he took her to the sex club, but the timing had been wrong.
But it was oh so right now, and she said softly, “I want him to be envious of your beautiful cock and how well you take me with it.”
He lifted her off his lap and set her on her feet, then, clasping her hand in his, he led her to the door of the cocktail room. As they passed the silver fox—Vince—Knox gave a nod in acknowledgment. And Summer had to add, “I won’t stop this time.”
Vince winked. “I’m counting on that.”
Knox led her to the same silver, black, and white room they’d used before. He’d obviously planned all of this, the room, Vince, her exhibitionist deflowering. And she loved that.
Life with Knox would always be an adventure. He would always make it exciting, always making her fantasies come true.
Last time she’d felt like a deer in the headlights. But now everything was different, and she became the aggressor. “Take off your clothes,” she demanded of Knox.
In a moment of shock, his eyes widened. Then he smiled, yanked off his jacket, and worked off his tie.
She looked at Vince, a hottie with his silver hair, his chiseled features, his toned body. But he wasn’t Knox. Pointing to the chair in the corner, she issued him an order too. “And you sit there.”
He would have a good view of what went on in the bed, also able to see the action in the mirror above.
So would she. So would Knox.
Her lover unbuttoned his shirt. When his chest was bare and she was salivating, he murmured, “Everything off?”
She nodded, breathless. “Everything.”
He kicked off his shoes first, making her wait, then bent over his socks. Finally, he unzipped and let his pants fall to the floor. She stroked him with her gaze. “You’re already hard.”
He smiled all the way to his gorgeous eyes. “Hell, yes.”
In two steps, she was close enough to drag a fingernail up the ridge of his cock. He groaned. She felt him twitch and whispered for his ears only, “I want to make this so good for you, baby.”
His voice was a growl. “You always do.”
Then she stripped him out of his boxer briefs, threw them aside, and pushed him onto the bed. He shimmied higher so his legs didn’t dangle over the side.
“I think you need a pillow under your head,” she said. “Because I intend to put on a little show for you.”
Though she had an audience of two, she couldn’t do much of a striptease because she wore neither panties nor a bra, just the dress and deliciously high heels.
So she turned her back and bent over, lifting her skirt over her bottom.
Smoothing her fingers over the globes, lightly parting them, she could feel how wet the two pairs of eyes made her.
Then she reached between her legs, parted the lips of her sex, and when she touched herself, she moaned, “I am so wet.”
Standing again, turning, she found that Knox’s cock pointed straight to the ceiling. And Vince’s pants tented over his erection.
Locking her gaze on Knox, she asked, “What do you want? Your cock in my sweet mouth or in my hot little pussy?”
He stroked himself. “Fuck yes, all of it.”
It was almost as if they were on the phone, telling each other a story, turning each other on with words. But now there were all the images as well.
Reaching behind her, she unzipped her dress.
Then, slowly, so slowly, she pushed it off her shoulders, allowed herself the leisurely slide of fabric down her arms until her breasts were bare.
Knox groaned as she pinched her nipples, and he stroked himself a little faster.
Vince rubbed his cock once through his pants, then rested his hands back on the chair arms.
She let the dress fall and stepped out of it. Sauntering to the bed, she climbed up on hands and knees, then ordered Knox, “Spread your legs.”
His balls were already filled, hard and ready as she crawled between his legs. “I’m going to suck your cock like it’s the very first time I ever sucked a cock.”
And he would know, because weeks ago she’d described every detail for him.
She caught him on the downstroke of his fist, rolling her tongue around his crown.
He ground out a harsh “Fuck.”
Then she closed her lips on him, slid her tongue along his slit, and tasted that tiny drop of come already letting loose.
And finally, Knox spoke. “She’s the best fucking cocksucker.” She glanced up as he tipped his head slightly to look at Vince in the chair. “She’s my cocksucking wet dream.”
Vince simply said, “Fuck yeah.”
She loved the way they both said that word, how it strummed her insides, letting more moisture loose inside her.
Then she followed Knox’s hand on the downstroke again, sucking him deep until her lips kissed his fist. And back up.
Sucking him while he stroked somehow made him harder than ever before.
Better than with anyone ever before. She reached down to squeeze his balls, feeling their tightness.
If she wanted, she could make him come now.
But this wasn’t the finale.
Instead, she pulled back to whisper, “Tell me just before you’re ready to blow.”
Knox grunted an answer which might have been yes.
They worked him together, her lips, his fist, until she felt his cock pulsing in her mouth. And he groaned, “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Letting him slip from her lips, she wagged her finger at him. “Not yet. You need to be inside me when you come.”