Page 28 of Going Deep (Odyssey #3)

The words were just as arousing as the visual in front of her. Her pussy clamped down, empty and wanting and throbbing. In the circle of light, Abigail continued to bob her head slowly, her mouth sliding up and down, up and down the glistening spear of flesh.

Jack’s hand tightened in her hair, dragging her back so only the very tip remained in her mouth before pulling her down again. Over and over, he used her hair like a handle, directing and controlling her every move.

It was so fucking hot Ginger could hardly stand it.

The arm around her waist moved back, Michael’s palm sliding over her belly before delving down.

Over the front of her skirt, the heat of his hand pressed down on her mound.

She moaned, long and low, her hips pushing forward into his touch.

Needing the friction, the contact, but the barrier of her skirt muffled the effect.

“You want this gone, darling?”

Oh, yes. Yes , yes, yes. “ Yes , Sir .”

“Unzip it. From the hem.”

“Yes, Sir .”

Eyes locked on Jack’s glistening cock as he drew Abigail back once again, she reached for the zipper. She drew it over her thigh, up to her hip. Michael’s hand stopped hers before she could pull it completely free.

“Just like that,” he told her and slid his hand in the opening.

Her hips jerked, a wild cry tearing from her throat as his fingers slipped between her thighs. “ Wider ,” he ordered, and she edged her feet apart until his hand slipped easily between her thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, his voice pitched to carry. “ Drenched . You love this, don’t you? You love to watch.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Louder.”

She struggled to get enough air to be heard. “ I love to watch.”

He slipped his fingers up through the slick outer labia before carefully separating the tender flesh to slide deeper. His fingertips found the entrance to her body and circled it lightly before pushing inside.

Her groan echoed throughout the room.

In the circle of light, Jack pulled Abigail’s mouth off his cock and dragged her to her feet. Her lips were wet and swollen, her eyes glazed with lust. With a yank, he pulled her skirt to her waist so the dress bunched there. He slid a hand between her thighs and rumbled out a laugh.

“You’re ready to be fucked, aren’t you?”

Abigail let out a moan and pushed her pussy into his hand.

“Oh, yeah, you’re fucking ready. Turn around and get back on your knees, baby.”

Ginger watched as Abigail turned and slid to the floor, getting down on all fours. In the bright lights her breasts swayed heavily, and her thighs glistened with the evidence of her arousal.

Jack knelt behind her, his cock poking out through the opening of his pants. He stroked his palm over the soft curve of her ass before drawing his hand back. He struck her with a loud crack, the sound bouncing around the room.

“Look at you,” Jack growled, his hand coming down again, hard and fast. “ On your knees, waiting to get fucked. People watching you. You don’t even know who they are, do you?”

“No,” she moaned, her head dropping as her body shook.

“Yeah, you love this.” He hit her again. “ Tell me what you are.”

Her voice was husky with passion. “ I’m a dirty girl.”

“Such a good, dirty girl.” Another spank. “ What else?”

“A slut who likes to be watched.”

“And?” he prompted, the word almost lost in the crack of his hand on her ass.

“Yours,” she panted. “ I’m yours.”

“That’s goddamn right,” he growled and gripped her hips hard. “ You need this, don’t you, my dirty, slutty girl?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a wail of agony. “ Please .”

“Then you’ll get it.”

When he rammed his cock into her, Ginger could almost feel it inside her own cunt, and her moan mixed with Abigail’s .

“You see how much she wants this?” Michael asked, driving his fingers deep into her pussy. “ She loves it. Needs it. Craves it. Just like you do.”

Ginger shook her head, unsure if she was protesting his words or simply trying to dispel the fog of lust that had settled over her mind.

“You do,” he crooned. “ Your pussy is clutching my fingers like you’re going to come any second. I can see how flushed your face is. You want to get fucked too, don’t you, darling?”

She let out a whimpering moan, her eyes locked on the couple on the floor in front of them. Jack was fucking Abigail hard and fast, pounding into her so every breath came out in a ragged cry.

Michael drove the heel of his hand over her clit, grinding against the swollen bundle of nerves. She arched under the lash of sensation, tension gathering low in her belly.

“Don’t you?”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “ I want you to fuck me.”

“On your knees,” he growled. “ Just like her.”

She dropped to her knees, grateful for his supporting arm. He knelt behind her, pushing her forward onto her hands. Raising her skirt, pushing it up over her ass. The cool air washed over her damp flesh, making her shiver.

She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then the press of his cock at her opening. With a smooth, controlled thrust, he sheathed himself completely.

Ginger let out a sharp cry, her pussy contracting hard on his intruding length. He groaned, grasping her hips in his hands, and he fucked her.

The pace was hard, punishing. Her body shook under the force of his pounding, her fingers curling against the hard tile beneath as she tried to find something, anything to hold on to.

Her body wasn’t her own—it was his. His to command, his to control.

She couldn’t do anything, and with the realization came a blinding flash of heat.

Michael’s hand tangled in her hair, dragging her head up. “ Look at them,” he growled. “ Watch them while I fuck you.”

She kept her eyes open, locked on the couple writhing in front of her. Jack was thrusting even faster, his arm wrapping around Abigail’s hips. From the way the other woman jerked and cried out, she knew his hand had found her clit.

Yes. Like that. She felt her own clit swell, throbbing in time with Michael’s pounding thrusts. Just …a little…more.

Michael shifted his hips, changing the angle, and hammered into her in short, digging thrusts.

She swore she felt her eyes roll back in her head as everything inside her seemed to gather, tightening down, the unbelievable pressure in her pelvis threatening to tear her in two.

Then it burst free, an explosion of pleasure that lit her up like the Fourth of July .

Her cunt clenched on his thrusting cock, over and over again, the spasms going on and on and on until she thought she’d pass out or die if they didn’t stop.

She just didn’t care.

There was a flash of pain as Michael’s fingers dug into her hips, a flash of pleasure as he shoved his cock deep. The pulsing of his flesh buried in hers set off little aftershocks, and she jerked and moaned underneath him.

Dimly, she heard another scream, another roar of completion, and knew Jack and Abigail had followed them into bliss.

Michael stood carefully, Ginger a limp weight in his arms. He carried her to the door and out, closing it carefully behind him.

To preserve the anonymity Jack had requested for Abigail , it was necessary for him and Ginger to leave first, but he was definitely not operating at capacity.

He needed to sit, needed to get some water into Ginger , and then he just might not move for a week.

He used the elevator, not wanting to worry about negotiating the stairs, and rode it down to the first floor. He found a seat in one of the conversation areas, settling down on the leather sofa and stretching his legs out in front of him. Almost immediately, one of the staff approached.

“Water,” he told her. “ Two bottles.”

With a nod, she hurried off to fill the request, and he relaxed with a sigh.

Ginger picked her head up off his chest to peer at him, concern darkening her eyes. “ Are you okay?”

Startled, he looked down. “ I think that’s my line.”

She gave him a dopey smile. “ Oh , I’m excellent.”

He examined her face. Pink cheeks, heavy-lidded eyes. She looked like a woman well pleasured. A smile tilted the corners of his mouth. “ I guess you are.”

The server returned with the bottles of water. He opened one and handed it to Ginger , then took the second. “ Drink ,” he ordered, and waited until she complied before slaking his own thirst.

She sighed and leaned back, her head nestling into the curve of his shoulder. “ That was fun.”

He chuckled as he set his water on the floor and wrapped his arms around her. “ It was, wasn’t it? No bad moments?”

She flicked a glance at him. “ At first. I didn’t know if she wanted to be there like that.”

He nodded. “ Understandable .”

“But then I realized if she truly didn’t want that, you wouldn’t have let it happen.”

He smiled at her. Trust was a beautiful thing. “ Very true, darling.”

She sent him a beatific smile. “ Thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “ For ?” He was pretty sure he knew, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“For giving me a fantasy, and making it okay.”

“You’re very welcome.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “ No panicky moments?”

She shook her head. “ They couldn’t see us, so it felt almost like watching a movie. Except way hotter.”

He let out a shout of laughter. “ Way ,” he agreed, and she giggled and settled back against his chest.

Her sigh of contentment made him want to cuddle her like a kitten.

“Drink the rest of your water.” He smiled at her when she tilted her head back to look at him. “ You have work yet to do tonight.”

She blinked in surprise. “ I do?”

“Absolutely.” He stroked a hand over her hair, enjoying the way the soft strands seemed to cling to his skin. “ After you’ve rested a while, perhaps had a little nibble of something, it’ll be my turn.”

“Your turn?” Her lips quirked with amusement. “ Wasn’t that you fucking me just a little while ago?”

“My turn,” he repeated, putting just enough command in his voice to make her shiver. “ As enjoyable as that little interlude was, I didn’t get to beat on you at all. It’s been too long since I had your ass under my hand. I go too long without and I start getting heart palpitations.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widened, and her cheeks pinked prettily. “ Well . Heart health is very important.”