“Do it. Touch yourself and taste your fingers for me. Right now.”
I wanted to put my fingers in Dylan’s mouth. I wanted him to taste me. I wanted him to look at me the way this guy was looking at Renee. The way I was looking at Renee.
But he was on the phone and not here, so I did what he said. Traced the edges of my lips with my fingers, gathered up the slickness there, and then put the fingers in my mouth. I moaned.
“Sweet?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Renee bent and licked the guy’s dick, top to bottom, doing some kind of swirl thing over the head that seemed to make the guy go nuts.
“Suck, just suck, baby,” he groaned. “I want to come in your mouth.”
“She put his dick in her mouth,” I whispered.
“Where are his hands?” Dylan asked.
“On his head. He’s…watching.”
“Does it look good?”
“Yes.”
“You want to come?” Dylan asked.
“So bad.”
Soon, the guy dropped his hands, tangling his fingers into her hair, and he was holding her head, lifting his hips to ease in and out of her mouth.
His permission made my heart pound, my fingers clumsy, and my nails scratched my skin as I slipped my hand down between my legs and through my shorts, I pressed up hard against my clit. I flinched I was so turned on.
“Oh, yeah,” the guy groaned, and Renee’s hand was a blur and I bit my lips against the sounds climbing up my throat. I stuck my hand down my shorts until it was buried in the liquid fire between my legs. It took nothing. One touch, another against the pulsing knot of my clit, and I was coming.
Coming so hard I saw stars.
“Oh fuck, yeah. Fuck—”
It was the guy. Not me. I was biting my tongue until it bled, trying not to make any sound.
And then he groaned and Renee slowly pumped her fist against him, holding the head of his dick in her mouth while he jerked. I tried to get my breath back slowly. Quietly. But I thought I might hyperventilate.
“So good, baby,” the guy breathed, reaching for Renee. “Let’s do you.”
“I need to get back. Zo is going to get pissed.”
“Fuck Zo.”
She shot him a wry look. “Say that to his face.”
The guy stood and zipped up his pants while Renee fluffed her hair and dug a piece of gum out of the guy’s pocket. He gave her a big, wet smacking kiss on the cheek and then opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.
Renee stood in the open doorway and glanced back in the shadows toward me with a smile.
“Hope you enjoyed that,” she said, and then she was gone.
And I…sweaty and wet and shocked and still a little turned on…couldn’t be sure what exactly I was. But it was different than I was before I walked into this place, that was for sure.
“Layla?” Dylan asked.
“They’re gone,” I breathed. Replete and keyed up at the same time.
“You liked that?”
“Yes. Did you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you come?” I asked. I’d been so enthralled by what I’d been watching and what was happening in my own body that I wasn’t sure if I’d heard him or not.
“No.”
“Do it now. Do it for me.” Words tumbled out of my mouth, describing what I’d seen, but putting the two of us in the scene. “Imagine I’m on my knees in front of you and I’ve got your cock in my hand. I’m licking you slow. All the way around, and I put the head in my mouth.”
“I’ve got my hands in your hair,” he said. “I’m pushing you down, seeing how much you can take. I want my whole cock buried inside of you.”
My hand slipped down my pants again, my fingers squeezing my clit.
“I want that too,” I whisper. “I want all of you inside of me.”
“I’m gonna come,” he breathed.
“Please,” I whispered. “Come inside me. Let me taste you.”
He groaned and cried out and I did the same.
The only sound in the room was the two of us breathing hard and the forgotten radio playing some dance music.
“You okay?” he asked as I lay there, boneless and sweating. Between my legs I ached.
This isn’t enough anymore. The thought came out of nowhere. And for a second I wanted to deny it. This was the hottest, most exciting thing I’d ever done in my life. There was no way it couldn’t be enough.