“You’re doing this to tease him?” I ask.
“Exactly. He loves it.” Another finger adds to her assault. “I approve of the crotchless panties by the way.”
Embarrassment burns my cheeks. “If I’d known I was coming to a sex club, I wouldn’t have been so forthright in my lingerie choices.”
“Why not? You look phenomenal.” She teases my opening, swirling her fingertip while Mason stares at me with unbridled heat. “And they allow for freedom of play, which I appreciate.”
I suppress a whimper and rest my head back against her shoulder, leaning into the pleasure, circling my hips into her touch.
“I want you to take him in your mouth again,” she instructs. “As far as you can.”
I edge forward, not breaking my gaze with Mason.
He’s strung tight, every muscle corded, his jaw flexing as I suck him in. “Fuck.”
I lap his ridges, one hand leisurely working the base while Shay teases my entrance, around and around and around again.
He hits the back of my throat and groans, his eyes rolling, his hands clawing the chair. “You’re so fucking good at that, kitten.”
I’m about to smile around his length when Shay penetrates me, her fingers sinking deep.
My pussy clamps down on the heavenly twist and curl of her touch. I arch my back. I clench my ass. And, oh God, how I moan.
“Jesus.” Mason’s curse is brutal. “Those vibrations will be the end of me.”
Shay’s slight weight leans over me, her chest to my back, her mouth to my ear. “Match my rhythm.” She works her fingers, pumping slowly, leaving no question as to what rhythm she’s talking about.
My body shudders.
After weeks with minimal relief, I’m already at the precipice.
“Come on, sweet girl,” she whispers. “Keep fucking him with your mouth.”
I close my eyes, needing to cut out some of the stimulation, but her fingers don’t stop. She keeps swirling, twisting, finding the perfect spot while I struggle to keep pace with Mason.
It’s all so good—the hardness against my tongue, her intuition with my body, his suppressed noises of pleasure, the thought that we might be watched.
Holy hell. We could have an audience.
I clamp my muscles around her, ravenous with lust.
“Slow it down, gorgeous.” Shay’s nose grazes along my jaw. “Make this last.”
I whimper.
I have no control to do anything. I’m a slave to this moment. To this craziness.
“I don’t think drawing this out is an option.” Mason’s hand glides under my chin, loosely directing me. Guiding me. “Her mouth feels too fucking good.”
More pre-cum teases my tongue, the height of his pleasure only ramping mine.
“You’re fucking beautiful, kitten… Goddamnit, I’m not sure how much of this I can take.”
“You’ll take it.” Shay increases the pace of her fingers, her thumb finding my clit.
I jolt with the contact, the bundle of nerves throbbing in response.
“Kitten…” Mason’s tone is a warning, his hands gliding through my hair, adding pressure, speeding up my pace.
I suck harder, faster.
I need what’s waiting for me with a few more curls of those fingers.
“You two are cheating,” Shay murmurs.
I moan. Whimper.
I’m overstimulated. Alive with rapture.
“How close are you, Sidney?” Her free hand glides over my bra, capturing my breast. “I think he plans to finish without you.”
I shake my head, my tongue frantic along Mason’s shaft.
He won’t finish first. I’m already right there. A mere shadow from completion.
“She’s going to come.” Mason pistons into my mouth. “Aren’t you, kitten?”
I answer with increased suction. With rough laps of tongue and throaty moans.
My orgasm waits in the wings. On the closest tip of my consciousness. Everything inside me tingles. Thrums. Burns.
“Kitten?” Mason edges his ass higher off the seat. “Tell me you’re close because I’m about to—”
I cup his balls, my fingertips sliding beneath him to stroke his taint.
“Fuck.” His curse is guttural as his cum drenches the back of my throat.
I swallow, fighting for breath. For grounding.
“Are you going to come, too, sweet girl?” Shay teases in my ear. “I want to feel you fluttering around my fingers.”
Shit.
I follow him over the peak, my core convulsing in a mass of tremors.
Mason bucks into my mouth. Shay penetrates me in a twisted dance, her thumb wiggling my clit.
There are gasps and cries and curses.
I don’t know which of them are mine as Mason’s hold gradually loosens in my hair. He’s fading from bliss, but I’m still at the height of rapture.
“Keep going,” Shay whispers. “Keep coming.”
I do.
It’s incredible. As one peak recedes, another one builds.
I pull back, releasing Mason’s cock as he falls limp into the seat.
Shay immediately takes hold of my chin, dragging my face to hers. She kisses me, long, hard, passionate, driving one last peak from my writhing body before I’m entirely spent.
I collapse onto the floor, my ass hitting the carpet.
Shay moves with me, her hand leaving my sex, but both arms remain around me as she cradles me from behind. I pant through slowly returning reality, my limbs heavy with exhaustion, my skin slicked with sweat.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “That was…”
“Incredible,” Mason answers for me.
I raise my gaze to his, consumed with the adoration staring back at me.
He huffs a breath, rakes his fingers through his hair, and shakes his head. “You’re fucking incredible, wildcat.” He hikes his underwear back up to his waist, then leans forward to rub his thumb over my bottom lip. “Please tell me you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
“If not more,” I rasp.
But Shay’s been left wanting.
I glance over my shoulder. “Are you sure I can’t…”
I don’t know how to finish the sentence. Return the favor seems like a pathetic way to reference what she did for me. It was far greater than any favor. It was a step in reclaiming my life. A huge leap.
“That job is reserved for Leo. And with the level of torment I’ve just put him through, he’s going to make me pay in the most delicious way. Especially when I kissed you after Mason finished in your mouth.” She grins. “I bet if I glance over my shoulder, he’s standing behind the bar, polishing a glass within an inch of its existence, his eyes narrowed slits of tension.”
I lean around her to do the looking and find Leo exactly how she described—tight expression, stiff shoulders, squinted gaze. “He doesn’t look happy.”
“Perfect,” she purrs.
I bark a laugh, then wince when I draw attention from the couple on the bed. “Sorry,” I mouth, then return my focus on Shay. “You’re cruel.”
“Maybe a little. But whatever you’re seeing in his expression is lust, not spite. Fireworks are destined to happen.” She places a chaste kiss to my cheek, then climbs to her feet, the sarong in her hands. “Are you guys going to hang around for a while? I can return this to Zoe if you like.”