Page 89 of Between Never and Forever

DEX

“How?”she breathed out. Kee was ready to do anything on this stage for me, and I wanted her to do everything.

Years of missing her, my jealousy at her singing for other men, her shaking her hips for the world instead of me. Years of not having her had me wanting to fulfill all my twisted fantasies right then and there.

“Let me see how wet I make you.” I looked down at her pussy, seeing her cum against my trousers, and her eyes followed mine. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about fucking you while you sing, Kee?” I shifted in the chair so she could slide that pussy up and down more easily.

“Oh my God. I’m ruining your pants.” She tried to move away, but I gripped her hips.

“That’s right. You’re a mess. Totally and completely. Does it feel good? Unraveling here on this stage just for me? How long have you tried to keep this all bottled up, Kee?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head, her hair flaring out around her as she rocked faster and faster.

“Does it feel good to be a slut for me instead?”

Her eyes locked on mine, and she didn’t even hesitate. “It feels real. It feels freaking right, Dex.”

I hummed. “Take your hand, Kee, and touch yourself. Show me.”

I loved that I’d put a mic on her for this, that I could hear even the smallest gasp as she slid her hand down herself. I held her gaze as she slipped that finger against her sex. I knew the second she did because she moaned then and rocked on me without shame.

“That’s it, heartbreaker. Nice and slow, ride your hand. Feels good to be who you want on this stage, huh?”

She whimpered and murmured my name, like she couldn’t take much more. She didn’t get to decide though. I was the teacher here—and I had to remind myself of that as my cock throbbed under her. “Slide another finger into your pussy, move the ball around, Kee. See how you like it. How it moves with you.”

Her other hand drifted to her tits, and I knew she wanted every sensation. I got a sick satisfaction in knowing she was at my mercy. When she grabbed her exposed breast, her eyes started to drift shut. “You’re flawless when you’re a mess like this, Kee. Fucking your own hand like you couldn’t be good if you tried.”

“Dex, I need to come.” She said it softly, but her words echoed loudly around us on the speakers.

“Of course you do.” I removed the headset from her ear and brushed it over her skin now. We both listened to it drag down farther until I reached her hand.

The slip of her fingers against her arousal was amplified. “You hear that? Keelani,” I hissed out her name. “Such a good fucking girl. But her pussy is bad, isn’t it? This pussy sounds fucking deviant, all wet against your fingers while you think of getting fucked. Do you think about it a lot, heartbreaker?”

I loved seeing the heat rise on her cheeks as her lips parted at my words. She didn’t stop moving her fingers down below either, and I loved the sound of it. My own fucking personal ASMR. It was almost as good as her voice.

“I love the sound of your wet cunt, baby. It sounds like your pussy is begging for me. Will you beg too?”

She didn’t even wait a second to respond, her dark eyes heavy with hunger. “Please. Fuck me if you’re going to. I need you.”

“I want to see how desperate you are,” I told her before throwing the mic to the ground and gripping her wrist to pull her hand from her sex. Her cum dripped down her fingers, and I saw how her cheeks flushed immediately. “You embarrassed?” I lifted a brow. Then I took my time bringing her fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean.

“This is torture.” She stared at my lips around her fingers, swirling through them. “I’m done with it.”

I smirked at her, but suddenly, her hand went to my trousers rather than her breast. She unbuckled my pants and pulled me from my boxers like she was a pro at undressing me. Her hand wrapped around my cock, and I couldn’t stop from swearing. “Fuck.You’re not ready for me.”

“I am.” She shifted closer. “I showed you I was. Now, show me.” She pushed off me and knelt before me in front of the tantric chair. She pumped my cock, and I felt the pre-cum already forming. Her mouth was too close to my dick for me to even think straight.

“What are you doing?” I frowned down at her.

She looked up at me with those big chocolate eyes, violet hues reflected in them from the color that shimmered on her dress. “I want to taste your cock, Dex. I want to see you as desperate as me on this stage. I need it.”

“Keelani…”

“I’m just Kee when I’m on my knees for you, whether it's on a stage or not.”

“Tonight isn’t the night for me to fuck your mouth.”

She licked her lips and shifted closer. There was no way I could move away from her, not when I saw that little pink tongue preparing for it.