Page 31 of The Games We Play (Balance of Power #3)
SEAMUS
M y cock springs free as she pulls off the last article of clothing I had on, and a rush of cold air wraps around my cock, attempting to pull me out of heaven.
I know we aren’t alone, but I don’t care where we are or who the fuck is watching. I have her full attention and she has mine, so honestly, I care about nothing else.
Even seeing Christian, Jake, and Elena show up didn’t faze me. Of course, they had to be here. I figured they would since they are so involved in everything that relates to the club. I just didn’t realize I’d be in such a compromising position.
Regardless, I have no regrets offering myself to her. I’d rather her touch me than anyone else. And I damn sure would rather be exposed with all eyes on me, than witness people watching her.
If that happened, I’d end up in jail—for ripping everyone’s eyeballs out of their sockets.
Her fingertips brush lightly over the thin skin of my achingly hard cock, as it lays erect on my stomach. The sensation pulls me out of my thoughts and my eyes back on hers.
She looks at me behind hooded eyes as she bites the corner of her lip, and wraps her fingers around the base. My abs flex at the touch and everything is so sensitive.
I’ve never experienced the sort of sensations like I am now. Pricks of pleasure at every corner of my body, it’s like a stroke of lightning passing through me when she grazes my skin, and it sears me to my core.
She’s verbally explaining every touch and every pressure point as she begins to lightly massage my cock. Her hand cups underneath my balls as she puts pressure at the base behind them.
“This is the perineum. Gently, very gently, I’m making circular movements with light pressure to assist in more blood flow to the area,” she tells the class.
An uncontrollable groan leaves my lips as my cock hardens even further.
Precum leaks out of the tip and drips down the side and I moan again.
Clenching my fists at my sides, I press the back of my head into the floor, which by way of physics, pushes my hips up slightly, allowing her better access to my fucking traitor perineum, forcing more precum out of my backstabbing cock.
“Fuck,” I breathe out with a stutter.
I tilt my head to the side, looking over the crowd and instantly regret it.
Dane watches in awe and curiosity, eating up every word that Mimi is saying. His full attention is on my cock as he visually takes in all the techniques that she is describing.
Because it’s Dane, I internally chuckle to myself that this is what it takes to get his undivided attention.
Hudson’s palm is covering half his face, with his eyes peeking between his fingers.
Ember’s flushed face is peering from over her clipboard—and it’s interesting to see her demeanor in this situation, considering I know she likes to take control of Hudson in the bedroom.
Speaking of taking control, Mimi’s teasing, languid strokes change pace as she squeezes me with more pressure. Perfectly timed with a twist over the crown of my cock, an animalistic sound reverberates from my chest, echoing through the room.
What the fuck.
My whole body tenses as I uncontrollably arch my body toward Mimi. Squeezing my eyes shut, I blink heavily, then open my eyes wide, trying to get my shit together.
“Oh, Jesus. Fuck.” Profanities and another unruly grunt comes from somewhere deep in my throat.
No one has ever paid so much attention to the area, and it’s like she’s tapped into some secret button to an instant fucking orgasm, because it’s taking everything in me to hold back.
She begins moving both hands, synchronizing them in rhythm with her angelic voice, which are full blown words that I hear nothing of.
One hand massages my balls while the other strokes my cock, nothing short of some Jedi fucking mastery with the flawless amount of pressure and twisting.
“Mimi,” I whisper, my tone dripping with desperation.
Her eyes connect with mine and the energy between us is like a wild force of nature. She appears collected as she expertly strokes my cock in front of a crowd full of people, hiding behind that professional mask of indifference, but I know she’s just as affected as I am.
Her nipples harden behind the thin fabric of that stupidly small, transparent sports bra, and there’s no hiding the blush covering the top of her chest and neckline that’s fully exposed to me.
I turn my attention to the crowd again, avoiding eye contact with her because it will be my undoing. Seeing the need behind her eyes is too much for my body to handle.
My fingertips dig into my thighs as I hold on to any piece of myself to remain in control.
I can’t lose control. I won’t lose control .
Seeing the couples in the crowd, everyone is on edge. You can feel the hunger for sex in the air.
Some are kissing, some are naked, some are caressing each other. Another couple is face to face, looking deep into each other's eyes.
Hudson made his way back to Ember, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind as she observes the room, attempting to maintain her control and professionalism.
Dane disappeared and I have a feeling he found a couple to run off with.
Out of fucking nowhere, an indescribable pleasure radiates through my entire body as she presses underneath my balls at the base of my cock. A rope of milky cum shoots out of the tip, landing on my thigh, and my body jerks back in response.
It felt like the sensation right before a climax, except there was no build up or warning. My hips thrust upward as a reflex like it wants more before my brain catches up. I press into my elbows, my abs contracting as I sit up, attempting to pull myself away.
“What the fuck was that?”
Pressing her hand to my chest, she stops me from moving. Her eyes meet mine and I lose myself in her again. My control fades with every goddamn look she gives me with those cocoa-colored eyes drowning with lust.
“Let go, Seamus,” she whispers to me. Pushing into my chest, she forces me back down on the mat.
Lifting my chin in the air, I push the back of my head back down onto the mat, and take a commanding breath. I allow my breath to release slowly, as my shoulders melt into the floor.
Let go.
I close my eyes, telling myself to focus on her touch and the sounds around me. Whimpers and moans play like an orchestra in the room, echoing off the walls and throughout the vast space .
Instead of thinking of everything I need to maintain control or avoid the feeling of Mimi touching me, I drown myself in her.
Her hand that wrapped around my arm that first day.
The feeling of how that felt before I even knew what she looked like.
The angelic sound of her voice as she first told me her name.
The gorgeous contours of her face, especially when she smiles and her eyes shine with a blinding light brighter than the sun.
The feeling the first time I pressed my lips to hers—the feeling that’s never been replicated with anyone else.
The way her teeth pull in her bottom lip when she’s turned on.
The way her eyes widened before rolling back behind her eyelids when I pressed my cock into her the first time. That exact moment when she gave herself to me fully.
My cock begins to harden, painfully. Mimi relentlessly continues, managing to touch every inch of my body even though her pure focus is just on my cock.
“That’s it,” she whispers, so only I can hear her.
“Let go, Seamus.”