Page 8 of Turn Me On (The AfterGlow #2)

charlie

“Should we keep going?” I asked, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth.

Rider took my hand and led me back to the platform bed. “Sit down, relax, and I’ll pop into the viewing room and see what the mood is like, okay?”

“Thank you,” I whispered, falling back onto the soft pink sheets. Leave it to him to always be the knight in shining armor who took care of any situation that might’ve caused me stress.

Now that his dick was out of me and my orgasm had faded, the fact that Brad had shown up at my place of work sank in.

He’d come back. Even though we expressly agreed he was never to set foot in the club again.

I figured holding up my end of the bargain was enough motivation for him to uphold his, but I guess not.

It’d been twelve months. There was no reason for him to show up now.

If he was pissed about my elopement with Rider, then he would’ve shown up earlier.

The video. Rider eating me out up close and personal.

At the time, it seemed like a hilarious idea.

A little taunt to the ex-boyfriend, a little exhibitionism, a little thrill.

I’d admit it got me off fast and hard that night, and Rider was literally chomping at my bit when I agreed to his little plan.

Honestly, with the ease in which Brad gave me up, I figured he wouldn’t actually give a damn.

Oops.

Still, I agreed to disappear from his life completely at a moment’s notice.

No grabbing my stuff from his place, no saying goodbye to his sister or mom whom I’d known for two years, no being paid back any of the thousands of dollars he guilted me into loaning him—even though he was wealthy as shit.

Well, his dad was. He said if I was going to abandon our relationship, I should be ready to abandon absolutely everything .

And I agreed. Because leaving absolutely everything behind was worth getting away from him.

The only thing I asked in return was that he never show up at The AfterGlow ever again.

This was my safe haven. My home. If I was no longer welcome in any aspect of his life, then he needed to be okay with backing off this one place.

We had a truce. Until now. To be fair, we did goad him. We were also a tad drunk and horny as hell, but that didn’t justify his behaviour.

The bed sank as Rider climbed on and leaned over me. “The vibe is still on point, babe. If you want to continue, let’s continue. I know I want to.”

I nodded. “Let’s give them the grand finale they came to see.”

He hopped off the bed, grabbed my feet, and dragged me right to the edge. “Flip over, babe. Let everyone see that full ass of yours.”

Desire still danced in his eyes, and I did as he said, flipping onto my stomach and lifting my hips into the air. He slid the purple plug out of my ass and replaced it with two well-lubed fingers. Working me slowly, he stretched me out, adding a third finger as I relaxed around him.

“Ready, babe?” he asked, the squirt of lube cold on my back entrance. Another squirt, and he positioned himself at my hole. He teased me, running the tip of his dick back and forth over the sensitive spot.

“Yes,” I breathed, keeping myself relaxed and open.

He pushed only the tip in and gave me a moment. I exhaled through my nose as I stretched to accommodate the small part of him. Slowly, he added another inch, waiting for me to nod before sinking in further. Inch by inch, he waited for my go-ahead before continuing.

Each time, it became a little bit easier, but it would never be easy with Rider. The thickness of his cock did wonders for my pussy, but made anal a lot harder. We used an obscene amount of lube every time, and had to start so slow, but I loved it regardless.

“I’m all the way in,” he groaned, voice raw and dripping with lust.

“Fuck me good, then,” I replied, pushing back into him.

The motion spurred him on, and he began pumping in and out of me in small strokes, before growing in intensity. It didn’t take long before our panting echoed throughout the room, the only sound besides the slapping of our skin against one another and the music pumping through the speakers.

“Get up here,” he growled, sliding his hand into my hair. With a sharp, short tug, he pulled me back against his body.

The well-formed peaks and valleys of his muscular build were firm against my soft flesh.

Both of our bodies were hot and covered in sweat.

Every time he thrust inside me, I shivered in delight.

I loved him in my ass. I loved him in every hole.

I wanted to feel full, and God, did he fucking fill me up.

“Fuck me so good, so loud, that every cock behind that glass wall turns to stone,” I commanded.

“Shit, Charlie. I’ll never get tired of fucking your tight ass,” he rasped. “But let’s make it even tighter.”

He swiped a black and gold dildo from the side of the bed and pressed it into my hand. “Put it in. Now.”

I lined it up with my pussy and delicately pushed it inside me. A high-pitched moan fell from my lips. The only resistance came from Rider’s cock in my ass, and the friction was delicious.

“Oh fuck, babe. I can feel it sliding against me,” he hissed. “It’s so fucking tight.”

I clicked on the vibrations and pressed the mode button twice, setting it to high-speed bursts. The noise that erupted from his lips was inhuman and made me want to come right then and there.

“Fuck me while I fuck myself with my toy. Wreck me. Make me cry from how good you feel,” I whispered.

He flicked his tongue against my shoulder before licking a trail up my neck. Hands that were on my hips traveled up my waist and groped my tits, squeezing and tweaking my nipples. I bucked as he pinched them just right.

“Anything you want,” he whispered before thrusting into me again.

A moan dropped from my lips on his first thrust. Another one his second. A deep keening groan on his third. Every single thrust brought me close to the brink. The vibrator. The fullness. Having two holes occupied at once.

“You’re going to be so well-fucked, dirty girl, you won’t know what to do with yourself.” He dropped one hand from my breast to my clit, sliding two fingers in my slit and working me. “So filthy, taking my cock in your ass while fucking your pussy with a toy. My perfect slut.”

“Only yours.”

“Always mine.” He bit down on the curve of my neck and I shuddered against him.

This was what I lived for.

Him.

His touch. His body. His cock.

“Are you stretched to your limit, baby?” he breathed, the hand on my tit moving to cup my chin and force my face toward his.

“You have no idea,” I whined. “But it feels so right.”

His lips sealed on mine and I opened to him, allowing him to feast on me. He licked into my mouth, circling my tongue with his, devouring me with his lust.

Breaking the kiss, his breathing was heavy as he said, “Everyone is watching you, babe. Every person in that room is here to see you. Watch you. Pretend they're fucking you. But I’m the only one that gets to.”

My breathing hitched as I started to pulse—my pussy around the toy, my ass around his cock. I pulled in short, deep breaths, allowing my climax to burn through my entire body, fueling it with the air I breathed.

“That’s my girl. So fucking pretty when you come on my cock. When you fall apart for everyone to see.”

“Yes, yes!” I cried. “Oh my god, yes!”

It slammed into me like a wrecking ball. The bright, biting intensity blooming in my cunt and reverberating outward into every single inch of me. I screamed with the release, body convulsing against his as he kept me upright, fucking me through it. A tear fell from my eye as I let it consume me.

The full body orgasm lingered in my soul as Rider stuttered in his rhythm behind me. His grasp on my chin faltered, and he lowered his head to rest against my upper back as he fucked his release into my ass, pumping me full, claiming me as his.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he rasped.

Pulling out, he dropped to his knees and turned me so the audience outside the glass wall could see his cum flow out of me and drip onto the bedding.

Everyone in the viewing room was able to see for themselves how he had claimed me.

I pulled out the dildo and tossed it onto the bed.

He reached up and rubbed his fingers on my asshole, covering them with his cum, before pressing his load back inside me.

My back arched at the intrusion, but a moan fell from my lips despite how sore I was from the entirety of the evening.

His mouth dropped open in awe. “I’ll never get over how hot it is to see you like this. Never.” He pumped his finger in slowly, staying shallow.

The squelch of his release being shoved inside my ass was vulgar in the best way.

“If I could leave you decorated in my cum all night, I would. I’d lay at your feet and stare at your pretty little asshole and dream of filling you up again.”

I sighed, a smile crossing my face. “I love the way you dirty talk to me.”

He stretched his arms over his head, then scrubbed a hand over his scruff. “Let me get us cleaned up.”

As he headed for the sink hidden behind the wings of the exhibition room, I collapsed face down on the bed.

The world around me faded as I basked in the afterglow of our night together.

His body on mine, mine on his. A mechanical whirr clicked on.

Rider must’ve triggered the curtains to close. We were done for the night.

A warm, wet cloth ran over the seam of my ass, then dipped inside as Rider wiped up his mess. The heat was soothing and such a welcome sensation.

“Flip over,” he mumbled, focused on his work.

I did as he said, and he dragged a second cloth from my neck to my pussy, wiping up any trace he’d ever spent himself on or in me. He turned and tossed each cloth halfway across the room, effortlessly hitting the sink, before leaning over and boxing me in where I laid.

Resting his forehead against mine, he whispered, “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

I grabbed his face between my palms and stared him in the eyes. “Leave it, Rider. Security already nabbed him. They’ll deal with the situation.”

He shook his head. “Not like I will. ”

Without another word, he took off out of the room, the door slamming behind him. I bolted upright. He didn’t even pause to throw on a pair of underwear or pants or a freaking towel.

“Shit,” I muttered, climbing off the bed and following after him.

I, however, paused to grab one of my robes hanging on the back of the door and threw it on, cinching it tight around the waist. No need for two naked, pissed off people to be running around the club. One was certainly enough.

It was essential to find Rider before he found my ex. Sure, Rider was normally like a great big basset hound—devoted, lovable, a little dumb, but in the most endearing way. But when he got angry, which was rare, a whole other side came out to play. And he only ever got outraged about one thing.

Me.