“I got the juice nice and cold, baby. You aren’t ready for the real thing, but do you like your surprise?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he went to work, smacking her cheeks, leaving his handprints, loving the way her soft skin went red for him.
He looked up and across from them: several of the partyers were watching, drinking from bottles and enjoying watching her body undulate and squirm, trying to get rid of the plug. He knew he’d chosen the perfect position, with the moonlight spotlighting her curves and skin. He fantasized that they could see his handprints on her ass. The plug he’d inserted. He knew they couldn’t fail to hear her moaning pleas.
He was finding it difficult to concentrate on spanking her hard. His cock ached. Needed attention. He wanted her mouth on him. Around him, the world began shifting just a little, shadows creeping in.
“Ice, you have to fuck me. I’m so hot right now, burning up. You have to help me.”
The juice, combined with the spanking, was doing its work, just the way it always did, making her so desperate she’d do anything for him. “You want my cock, don’t you, baby?”
“Please, Ice. Yes. Please.”
He brought her up slowly and pointed to the ground in front of him. “You keep that plug in. Hold it in place,” he cautioned. “Or we start all over again and you aren’t going to get what you want.”
She immediately did as he instructed and came up on her knees, cupping his balls, fingers massaging gently. She didn’t need him to tell her what to do, she had spent time perfecting the art of pleasing him. Giving him everything. She did now. Just the way he knew she would. He caught her hair in his fist and lifted it up and out of the way so he could see her as she licked and kissed at his heavy balls. He knew he wasn’t the only one watching.
She licked up his shaft and over the broad, flared head. It felt so fucking good he thought his head might explode. She became frantic as the ginger reached its hottest point, doing its job, making her desperate for him. She began to roll her hips as if she were riding him, making little noises that vibrated around his cock as she took him deeper. He let her do the work, watching her through half-closed eyes, enjoying the erotic sight as she fought her own body while she worked to please him.
“Does it feel good, baby?” he asked.
Her eyes went wide, but she didn’t let go of his cock. Not even for a moment, sucking ferociously, her mouth moving up and down on him. He didn’t want to give in to the firestorm welling up in him—not yet. He pulled on her hair, forcing her to give up what she loved.
“Ice.” She wailed his name.
He pointed to the bench, the side facing the clubhouse. “Crawl up here and lean back. I want one leg up on the back of the bench and the other up, thighs spread wide. I want to see that sweet little pussy begging for my cock.” In that position, her cheeks would be clenched again, once more activating the juice if the heat had simmered.
Shadows crowded closer, and he couldn’t quite push them back. His cock throbbed and burned. She was also on display for him in all her wanton need. For all of them. Needy. Desperate. Nearly ready for anything demanded of her.
Soleil did what he said, leaning back, one leg hooked over the bench back, her knees spread wide. He just sat there enjoying his fierce arousal, loving that his woman was so beautifully displayed, so desperately in need of his cock. He dipped his finger in the honey spilling from her and began coating his cock. Her gaze stayed fixed on his heavy erection.
“You put this here, princess. Look at you. Everyone loves to look at you, desperate for my cock. Not sure I’m going to give it to you.”
He began to pump his hand up and down, mesmerizing her. He’d done this a thousand times. He knew how the need grew and grew to the point he could make a woman so desperate for his cock that she’d do anything he asked. Anything. She would be out of her mind, frantic to quench that fire burning through her ass to her pussy.
He reached out casually and began to pump two fingers in and out of her, feeling her body clamp down hard on him. Euphoria had him floating in arousal. His cock thickened. He felt his balls tighten. He threw back his head, letting the pleasure take him. He could smell her arousal, the scent carried on the cool breeze.
“You ready for a cock in your sweet little pussy? In your ass? Crawl down from there, baby, come here and suck my cock if you’re scared.” He kept his fingers pumping in and out of her, while his thumb flicked her flaming clit.
She cried out over and over, riding his fingers, her mouth wide open, her body straining with the need to climax.
“I’ll be right here to make it good for you. You need that, don’t you? You need them all watching you. Look at them watching you. Crawl to him, baby, suck his dick. Make him feel good the way you make me feel. He wants to fuck your ass. You know how hard that makes you come when the others watch. They all need you.” He murmured it softly, all the while staring through half-closed eyes, holding her gaze captive, as his fingers moved in and out of her until she appeared nearly insane with need.
At first, just the sound, that velvet, hypnotizing voice Ice had, added to the ferocity of Soleil’s need. Her body was on fire and she was frantic for him to put it out. Her head tossed back and forth, her body undulated, hips thrusting toward the cock he was stroking just out of her reach. He looked so sexy, his eyes half-closed, gaze locked on her with laser focus. She was so close and knew if he just touched her anywhere, she would explode.
He didn’t. He kept murmuring something to her, and the roaring in her ears didn’t let the words penetrate at first. She didn’t care. She just wanted. Yes, she would do anything he asked of her. Anything at all. She wanted the men to look at her, to see what a sexual being she was. She liked knowing she was making them hot. She liked knowing Ice was watching out for her, putting her on display for his own pleasure.
“Crawl to him, baby. Slide down and crawl to him on your hands and knees. Beg him to fuck you. Tell him how much you need that dick. How big it is. How perfect. You want all of them. Ask for it. Be polite. You know you need it.”
The hand on his cock fisted tighter. Soleil could see him swelling. He was as close as she was, but . . . Her breath left her lungs and abruptly her vision cleared. He wasn’t with her. He was somewhere else, far away, locked into something that didn’t include her. She tried to hear him, to remember the things he’d said.
Not crawl to him. Not beg him. What was he repeating so gently in that velvety mesmerizing voice? Her stomach lurched. She slowly pulled her leg from the back of the seat and sat up. Immediately the glass plug moved, sending a wave of heat through her. She grasped the flared end and removed it. Watching Ice, she stuffed the thing in the ziplock bag. His head was still thrown back, his hand working his cock.
It was all she could do not to lean forward and take him in her mouth, but she wasn’t going to let the erotic sight throw her back into whatever scene he had created and then got lost in. She knew about childhood trauma. She’d gone to enough psychologists to pack a room. She reached for her jeans and drew them on slowly, trying to think what to do.