Page 5 of Turn Me On (The AfterGlow #2)

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“Break a leg, babe,” I whispered, slapping Charlie on the ass.

She squealed, kissing me on the cheek, and skipped into the exhibition room to take her place on the raised platform bed.

The headboard was an enormous heart that took up almost the entire wall and was backlit in a soft pink.

Cushions dotted the floor on every level of the room.

The floor had been custom-built to different heights, almost like a series of layers in a cake.

One with frilly decorations and piped roses and that fancy icing everyone loves.

What was it called? Some sort of buttercream.

Italian? French? Whatever the name, it was rich and creamy and sweet.

Just like Charlie’s pus—what was I thinking about?

Oh. The room. It was specially designed so that performances could happen simultaneously without being obscured by others.

The tantra chair near the glass wall that separated the viewing room full of voyeurs from the performance area had been freshly reupholstered only a couple weeks ago.

A new sex swing hung on the other end of the viewing wall.

I’d snapped the last one. Sometimes, I had a hard time judging my own strength.

Oops.

Aside from Charlie, the real showpiece was the giant chandelier that hung from the middle of the ceiling. Hundreds of red and pink crystals dripped from the ceiling, casting a gorgeous multi-coloured rainbow across the space.

This was her second home, and she owned the room every time she walked into it.

The red tassel curtains were still drawn tight, and I waited for the signal before pulling them back.

Once that happened, the show would begin.

Sometimes we started together, but tonight she wanted to start solo.

I didn’t blame her. She was smoking hot and wanted every single patron watching to know it.

I was happy to wait in the wings until she needed me.

She flashed me a thumbs-up, and I hit the button on the wall that drew the curtains back automatically.

As they slowly pulled away to either side, she was revealed to her waiting audience.

Of course, the lighting was kept low in the voyeur area, so it could be hard to make out how many people could be watching each night.

It was difficult to see unless someone was within one or two feet of the glass.

But she knew . There was always a crowd for her.

Partners gawking while they rubbed against one another, solo members getting off while she did, and some people who simply observed in awe.

I popped out of the side door the staff used and stuck my head into the viewing room while Charlie began. More people than usual, undoubtedly thanks to the shibari demonstration from earlier this evening, but not so full that guests couldn’t feel like they had a bit of privacy.

Rushing back in, I took my place in the darkness of the wings.

She was standing in the middle of the bed, doing a strip tease of the little clothing she had on while the speakers pumped out a soft and sensual beat.

She slipped her shoulders out of the cherry-red robe she was wearing before dropping it altogether, showing off the lacey pink number she’d had on in our room earlier.

Toys were already strewn across the bed, ready for whatever mood overtook her.

She dropped to her knees, crawled toward the foot of the bed, and swung her legs over the end—spreading them wide for all to get a glance at the neon pink fabric still covering her plump, juicy cunt.

In all honesty, I was waiting for the same thing.

Instead of giving everyone a peek, she grabbed her go-to toy—a black and silver clit sucker—and slid it underneath her waistband. When it clicked on and came to life, buzzing against her sensitive bit, her head dropped back as she let out a sigh.

What a tease.

She worked herself with the toy, rubbing it in small circles before finding the perfect angle and falling backward onto the satin sheets.

Her hips thrust forward in little bursts.

She was seeking a body to rut against, but wouldn’t get one until I joined her.

The movement was awesome to watch. Her hand holding the toy steady, her hips rocking, her eyes squeezing shut as the rumbling sensation vibrated through her.

I’d used it on her too many times to count, and the way it made her feel didn’t compare to any other dildo, sucker, plug, or whatever. This was her ultimate toy.

If reincarnation was real, and people could choose what they came back as in their next life, I’d choose that vibrator.

Only if Charlie was still around, of course.

I didn’t want to be some random person’s clit sucker.

But Charlie…I’d be hers. My mouth would be the little circle at the top—always open and ready for action.

I’d live for the days she pulled me out of her drawer and mashed me against her pussy.

I’d buzz so hard for her, sucking at her ripe, pink clit, giving her everything she wanted.

Yes. I’d be a happy man if all I could ever do was get her off. Waiting in a dark drawer or being tossed on a bed during a performance would be just fine with me because, at the end of the day, I’d know she’d be reaching for me sometime again soon.

Her breaths deepened, and the little hitching moans she made penetrated the music and my daydream, reaching my ears and zinging straight to my cock.

She rolled onto her stomach, turning parallel to the glass wall so the watchers could see her entire profile, and rocked against the toy—buzzing herself over and over again.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she moaned.

Dammit all to hell.

I yanked my underwear down around my thighs and grasped my dick in one hand. Lube be damned, I’d work myself here and now before gorging on her later. My hand slid up and down my length, pumping to the rhythm of her cries and squeaks.

“A little more, a little more,” she chanted.

The way her voice was lowering, all breathy and filled with need, told me she was almost at her climax.

I stroked harder, my gaze never leaving her luscious ass that was now propped in the air.

The coiling in my gut was so strong, every noise she made was an active threat to coming all over my fist.

“Yes!” she screamed, falling over the edge of her orgasm, face buried in the bedding, thighs squeezed together around the toy .

Her legs visibly shook as she fisted the sheets with her free hand, keening out her arrival as everyone watched on.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I always waited until she called me in.

But not tonight. Tonight was special. I didn’t want to stay in the wings until she was ready for me. I was ready now .

As soon as her body slackened, I tore off my underwear and practically tackled her on the bed. I climbed on top of her, rutting into her ass, rubbing against the textured fabric still barely covering her backside.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. I couldn’t stand being on the sidelines any longer,” I groaned, boxing her in with an arm on either side of her head, laying my firm body against her soft curves as I continued to pump against her ass.

She hummed and pressed her bottom into me, meeting each thrust.

I slipped a finger underneath the back of her panties, yanking them up between her ass cheeks. “Take this fucking thing off right now, or I’m going to rip it off your luscious little cunt myself.”

“But it’s so cute,” she teased, turning her head to catch my eye. When she did, she winked, and my brain straight-up broke.

I hauled her hips back up into the air, fingers fumbling quickly with the ties on either side of her panties, undoing the flimsy fabric bows.

Once the underwear fell away, I snatched it up, wrapped it around my cock, and gave myself a few firm pumps before casting it aside.

“Crawl up the bed and turn around,” I demanded.

She scooched closer to the headboard, and I followed, flipping onto my back and settling my head between her thighs. Her wet pussy glistened over my face. Everyone in the voyeur room could see her, yes, but I was the only one who got this mouthwatering view.

“Sit on my face, Charlie. Sit so far fucking down that you suffocate me. Feed me your pussy,” I begged. And I mean begged . The whine in my voice surprised even me.

She lowered herself just as I asked. Her tart taste filled my mouth as her pussy met my eager and waiting tongue. I full-out groaned into her folds before I lapped at her sweetness, eating her up, working my tongue over every sensitive bit of her.

I smacked the side of her thigh and she jumped. My laughter vibrated against her pussy and she started to shift her hips back and forth across my face. I sucked and licked at her as she rode me, grinding her body down onto my mouth. My dick wept precum as it sat untouched.

The weight on the bed shifted as she leaned over and took my cock into her mouth. I shuddered, faltering in my tongue strokes for a moment as she sucked me down and spit me out. I sucked in a breath when I had a chance.

“Touch yourself,” she cooed.

I reached down and grabbed my dick. It was coated in her saliva, and my hand slid up the shaft with ease.

The shiver that travelled through my body was otherworldly.

Like how aliens probably felt if they had dicks and masturbated the same way we did.

Her pussy swirling against my mouth, coupled with the space-age feeling of my hand on my cock, was fucking world-class.

She ground her cunt harder on my mouth, and I tongued her like a feral cat drinking up every drop of milk it could find.

“I’m going to come, Rider,” she moaned. “I’m—I’m… ”

Her thighs locked my head in a vise as she shook through her orgasm.

She pulsed against my tongue as I ate her at the exact same pace that had her falling over the edge.

I stroked my cock harder and faster, the taut electricity inside me building to a frenzy.

I drank down her orgasm, sucking back her arousal.

The taste of her was my favourite thing in the world.

There were no words for it. It was just Charlie.

“Fuck me,” she cried, bracing herself against my chest.

Her pussy lifted from my face and I managed to grunt , “Gladly,” before spilling myself all over my stomach.

“That was so fucking hot,” she moaned, sliding forward from my face to rest on my pecs. “I think your cum would make fantastic lube. Don’t you?”

She slid herself down my chest to my lower stomach, dragging her already drenched cunt through my cum.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and pushed up into a half-seated position to see her better.

The cum had formed a pool all over my happy trail, and she swirled her pussy in it, coating herself in my climax.

For fuck’s sake, could she get any fucking sexier?

I wish I had another word for her. Something better than sexy, because she went beyond the definition of that word. I’d need to make one up. She was… sensexualy .

She turned to me, naked, round tits out, nipples hard. Her curls were askew and flipped over to one side of her face. “Want to put a plug in my ass and fuck me while everyone watches?”

The answer was yes . She could get sexier. Sensexualier .

No. That word was dumb. Sexy would have to do.

But also yes to what she was offering because of course I wanted that. Every fucking day of my life I wanted that.

“Yes.”