Page 6 of Turn Me On (The AfterGlow #2)

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I was spread-eagled on the platform bed, Rider stretching me beautifully for the purple vibrating plug I’d chosen, but my mind was elsewhere.

Not because the sex hadn’t been amazing up until now.

It’d been fantastic, like it always was with him.

But because I thought I caught a glimpse of someone behind the glass wall.

It couldn’t be, though. We had an agreement.

He would never come back to The AfterGlow, and Rider wouldn’t pound him into something resembling ground beef.

Besides, it was difficult to see through the glass with the way both rooms were lit. Lots of people had brown hair. Lots of people were tall. Those two defining factors didn’t mean he was here after all this time away. He wouldn’t.

But…it really looked like him when he’d passed by the wall.

“Babe, are you good?” Rider whispered, face close to my ear as he crowded me with his body. “Do you need me to stop?”

“No, you’re doing great. It’s not you. I thought I saw…well, I thought I saw him behind the glass,” I said in a hushed voice. No need for the viewing room to overhear this particular conversation.

Moans? Yes. Dirty talk? Yes. Screams of pleasure? For sure. But worrying about a douchebag ex that was supposed to stay far away from my place of work suddenly showing up out of the blue to watch me get fucked by my husband?

Nope. Nope, nope, nope.

“What?” Rider exclaimed, sitting up and boring a hole through the partition with his eyes.

I grabbed his shoulders and yanked him back down on top of me. “Keep going. Don’t look,” I cautioned. “If he is here, I don’t want him to know it’s throwing me. ”

He slipped a second finger in, already coated in lube, and massaged me from the inside.

“Is it? Throwing you, I mean.” His forehead was marred with worry.

I pushed a stray hair out of his face. “I’m all in my head. You know I have a hard time climaxing when I can’t turn off my brain.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “What do you want to do, babe?”

“I don’t know.”

He glanced toward the wall separating us from the viewing room again. “Are you sure it’s him?”

I shook my head.

“Okay…then until we know for sure that it’s the shitwad, we keep going, yeah? You don’t have to orgasm. You’re still the most beautiful creature on planet-fucking-Earth whether you do or not.”

After a year of knowing him, he still made me blush. “Thanks, you big hunk.”

He slipped a third finger inside me and I bristled at the burn, breathing into it, loving how the initially uncomfortable sensation sank into familiarity and longing. His other hand found my clit and rubbed, pulling me away from the burn of the stretch and into the bite of bliss.

Smiling, he said, “Let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel good. All you have to do is feel it. Get out of your head if you can, but no pressure.”

I nodded again while he finally slipped the lubed-up plug in my ass after thoroughly stretching me out. It was always necessary to prepare before taking a partner back there, but especially with him—my thick man. He clicked on the vibrate function before gently spreading my legs.

“Relax,” he crooned. “If he is here, we’re going to make him so fucking jealous, he’ll regret ever showing up.”

He clicked on the long, ridged blue dildo I’d tossed on the bed earlier in the night and ran it over my slit. Up and down. Hovering over my clit before pulling it away. Teasing me in the most delicious way.

“Thanks, love,” I replied, closing my eyes and focusing on the way Rider slid the silicone toy around inside my folds, and trying my hardest not to focus on the possible twat-head watching from the dark voyeur space.

Watching me .

Lip raised in a sneer.

Shaking his head in disappointment and disgust.

Fuck .

It was too late—he was in my head already. Burrowed there like a damn prairie dog.

“Look at me,” Rider commanded. “Focus on me.”

The dildo slipped inside my pussy, the ridges rubbing against my walls. I hummed at the sensation and opened my eyes. My man’s beautiful blue eyes were gazing down at me, glinting with desire.

“It’s me who gets to touch you. No one else.” He dragged the fingers of his free hand down my neck, teasing me with a gentle squeeze before continuing the path to my breasts. “I’m yours.”

To anyone else, he probably sounded possessive or controlling.

But that wasn’t the case. Yes, he cared deeply for me and would do anything I asked, but he wasn’t controlling in the slightest. His words were a reassurance.

A tool to calm the anxiety I might have been feeling.

No other man got to have me this way, and that was my choice.

Rider only empowered my decisions. He never held me back.

“And I’m yours,” I breathed.

I sealed my mouth with his, licking at his lips.

He opened with ease, and I caressed his tongue with mine.

Our bodies were as flush as they could be with the vibrator still inside me.

He deepened the kiss, practically swallowing me whole, and I let him invade my mouth.

His tongue was warm and fervent—searching, exploring.

“You taste like a picnic,” he rasped, delving back in to lick my tongue.

I tittered at the comment. “What does that mean?”

He pulled the toy away and drove his hips between my thighs, his cock slipping up my slit, replacing the dildo. “You know, like strawberries and scones and all that good shit.”

That absolutely wasn’t true, but I was obsessed with how much he adored every aspect of me. “You’re too sweet.”

“Feeling better now, babe?” he asked, still bucking his hips forward to slide his dick over my clit again and again.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He pulled back and plunged the dildo in and out of my pussy in a rocking motion. The vibrations from the plug paired with the dildo hitting my G-spot in a way that only Rider could make happen had me seeing fireworks whenever I closed my eyes.

“Good. I want you to keep your eyes on me when I say this,” he whispered. “But he is here. He’s right in front of the glass wall now. I can see him clear as day.”

I didn’t dare look. I didn’t want to see him watching me like this. Naked and writhing while my new man worked me in two holes. Not that I was shy or embarrassed. Hell no.

He didn’t deserve to see me.

Rider bent over and nipped my bottom lip. The not-so-innocent smile on his face was pure trouble. “What do you say we give him a show?”

“Play into it?” I clarified, still rolling my hips into his hand as he worked me over.

“Let him see what he missed out on. Let him see what it looks like when you’re with a real man.” He bit down on the crook of my neck and I cried out. “Let him watch me mark you.”

I dared a peek at the glass wall and, sure enough, there he was .

Fuckin’ Brad .

Arms crossed, nose in the air, chin jutted out like he was superior to all this.

I ran my fingers through Rider’s wavy hair. “Just tell me what to do.”