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Dustin

A t the roped-off door, Lucius speaks to the baby-faced guy with dimples the size of the Grand Canyon. The guy takes off towards where the girls are still dancing.

We pass through the heavy door into a dark hallway lined with sconces. Lucius gestures to the walls. “I remodeled some time ago, moving everything upstairs. There used to be viewing windows here”—he drags a finger along the velvet wallpaper—“but I liked the mystery of the simple hallway. Gives people time to wonder. Anticipate. It’s half the fun.”

Fun isn’t the word I would use for what I’m feeling right now. Edginess, more like. My body is primed from watching Tina dance.

Bypassing an elevator, we ascend a set of stairs leading the way to another hallway with the same velvet wallpaper and the same sconces as downstairs, but this one is lined with doors. “There’s something for everyone here,” Lucius says. “I suggest you do a private show for your first time. Get used to it and go from there.”

“Show?”

“Some are interactive, some are private or group viewings.” We stop next to one of the doors. He touches a keypad with a forefinger, disengaging a lock. He stops me before I can open the door. “There’s a button on the side of the couch. It turns the glass wall discreet if you prefer. Enjoy.”

After staring at the partially open door for a minute, I glance over to thank him, but he’s already vanished. I enter the room, surprised to find Tina already inside, facing the viewing window. On the other side of the glass is a single padded table, a cabinet, and a rolling tray with a lit candle on top.

The only sign Tina’s aware of me is the slight tremor in her body. “It wasn’t my idea to come here,” she says. “I was going to go home.”

I love it when she calls my place home. I move close. Placing my palms just under her breasts, I slowly skim down the sides of her body until I reach her hips. She’s stiff as a board. “Why’d you leave the party?” I slide my hands to the front of her. Her ab muscles draw inward at my touch. I gather the fabric with my greedy fingers, revealing her in the glass inch by inch. It makes me crazy when I see she’s bare beneath. “I don’t like knowing you had this little separating you from everyone’s eyes out there.”

“I didn’t like seeing you with Blanche.”

We make our confessions as if in this room there’s no need to pretend other people encroaching on our territory doesn’t bother us.

“I’m sorry,” I say into her neck, slipping two fingers through her slit, finding her soaked. I smile when she eases her feet farther apart, giving me better access. “I was goading you. It backfired.”

“Why would you do that?”

I nip her shoulder once before speaking. “Because it’s the only way I get the real you.” She rocks her hips in tandem as I lazily finger her. I decide it’s time for some more honesty. “I didn’t like how you used our deal as a scapegoat for wanting me after the fight. Want me or don’t, but own that shit either way. I need that from you, peach.”

With a sigh, she drops her head back to my chest. “I did want you.”

“What about now?” I ask, pausing my probing fingers.

“I still want you, but Dusty?” I hum so she knows I’m listening. “I’m scared.”

That surprises me. “Of me?”

She shakes her head and her walls pulse around my fingers. “Of this. Of us.” I look down at her face in time to see the first tear fall. I thumb it away and another follows. “I don’t know what we’re doing anymore,” she admits. “I thought I could handle this. Not get caught up in you.”

All I hear is her admission that she’s caught. I can work with that. One by one I place her palms flat on the glass, admiring her ass on full display. Round, pink, and freckled . My inked name still taking up prime residence. Her scent intensifies, filling the room like an airborne aphrodisiac, making my head floaty. I understand now what Lucius meant by the anticipation being the best part.

She pushes her hips back, offering herself, but I still only watch, loving how wet she’s getting and how her trembling makes her fleshy globes jiggle. “How do you feel now?” I ask as I pull my dick free from my pants, tracing the cluster of freckles on her ass cheek with the tip.

She moans like I just touched her clit instead. “Like you have the power to break my heart.”

Knowing I’m close enough to touch her heart, let alone break it, has me reeling. The only difference between us is my heart has been in pieces over her for years, but it’s not the time for deep confessions from me.

I trail pre-cum on her skin as I find her opening. Slowly, I feed every inch of my cock inside her, stretching those plump lips around me. I place my hands over hers on the glass, threading our fingers, blanketing her with my upper body. The glass fogs with our hot breaths. My dick is throbbing, begging me to move, but I don’t.

Under my weight, she struggles to move, groaning in frustration when I don’t let her. “I need to kiss you,” she begs. “Please.”

I’m about to give in, flip her around, and take her offered mouth with mine when the door beyond the glass opens and a man and woman enter. Tina tenses and I shuffle us backward until we reach the couch. It’s awkward as fuck in our current position, but doable. Still buried inside her, I drop us to the couch. She braces her hands on either side of the seat, groaning when I drive deeper on impact.

The familiar tingling in my balls begins but I focus on the other couple, fighting for control. The lighting is dim, and both are wearing head coverings. The man is shirtless. His unmarked skin stretches over a zero-body fat frame, and denim jeans cover his bottom half. He assists the woman in removing her robe, revealing nothing but smooth olive skin beneath. Her dark nickel-sized nipples harden into dimes with the temperature change. The apex of her thighs is neatly groomed but not completely shaved, leaving a narrow strip of dark curls. As beautiful as her body is, I am one hundred percent hard knowing Tina is watching this with me. My dick twitches inside her.

“She’s gorgeous,” Tina says, like she’s letting me know she understands my reaction. Silly fool.

“Sit up,” I say and, when she does, I pull her dress over her head. Her hair spills over her shoulders, partially covering her tits as she settles back against my chest. “ You’re gorgeous.” Goosebumps form on her skin at the compliment, or maybe it’s my hot breath at her ear. I roll my hips once, reminding her whose cock she’s sitting on. “And mine.” She makes a pleased sound deep in her throat, but I need to hear it. “Say it.”

She turns her head to face me as best she can. “I’m yours.” There’s a devious look on her face right before her walls pulse around my dick. “And you’re mine.”

Always have been, peach.

We return our attention to the other couple just as the man lifts the candle, hovering it over the woman. At some point during our distraction, the woman was positioned face up on the table.

Tina releases a little gasp. “Is he…”

He sure as hell is. As we watch, the man turns his head in the woman’s direction. She nods at whatever he says to her. Her stomach caves in as the first drizzle of thick liquid from the candle touches her flesh. A flood of Tina’s desire coats my balls with its warmth. “Jesus…” The word leaves my mouth in a tortured groan. At this rate, I’ll need to carry an extra pair of pants with me everywhere we go.

Tina reaches behind us and begins to play with the hair on the back of my head. Her fingers tremble against my scalp. I give a little testing thrust of my hips again while we both watch the woman being frosted with wax like a streusel cake. With a brush in one hand and candle in the other, the man draws a circuit around her nipples before heading south to journey around her navel. He pours more wax until it pools and overflows down her sides. A series of loops come next, almost like he’s writing something on her skin.

Except for the pumping movements of her inner thighs, the woman mostly remains still. If I had to guess, I’d say she’s in desperate need to come and the guy hasn’t even laid a finger on her yet. Impressive. As I think it, the hand resting at her side rises. I imagine she plans to take care of business herself, but one look from her tormentor has her gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles again. Given the way every drip and swirl makes Tina squirm and squeeze the hell out of my dick, the woman on the table isn’t the only one struggling.

One word, more breath than syllable, leaves Tina’s lips. “Dusty…”

The way she says my name, all needy, desperate, and wanting… I’ll never get tired of hearing it. “Again.” I flex my glutes, driving my command home. She whimpers but does as I ask, saying my name like her life depends on it.

I watch over her shoulder as her tits overflow my palms. Tucker’s words from earlier come back to me. Fuckable indeed. Her nipples are rock hard against my callused skin. I catch them between my fingers and pinch and pinch and pinch until she hisses and comes all over me. I soothe her with words and caresses as she slumps like someone cut her puppet strings. I nudge her to stand. “Go back to the glass and spread your legs for me.”

With a cute little grumble, she lifts from my lap. The sight of my glistening cock jutting into the air is obscene and fucking hot as hell. I don’t miss her backward glance at it and how she licks her lips. She takes a few steps toward the window, assuming the position. The sight of her shaking and struggling to remain upright is breathtaking. For a few more seconds, I take my fill of her spread out like a feast. I want nothing more than to stroke my dick, but as long as Tina is within reach, I’ll never come anywhere but inside of her.

Beyond the glass, the other woman looks as wrecked as Tina. Her arms hang limp over the sides of the table and her chest lifts and falls with relaxed breaths. I wait for the man to take his turn; like me, he looks ready to explode, his muscles coiled and the bulge evident in his low-slung pants. But instead, he returns his tools to the tray and pushes it aside. Next, he cleans the woman on the table, removing all the waxy residue with an almost reverent touch.

I make my way to Tina. “You’re so pretty like this, waiting for me.” I use my hand to paint her inner thighs with her own juices like I saw the man do with the wax, swirling words I can’t yet bring myself to say. Like the missing piece of a puzzle, I slide home again, easy and slow even though all I want to do is pound and plunder.

“Don’t be gentle,” she begs as if sensing the tension in my body. “I want to feel the burn of your want for the rest of the night.”

An incredulous laugh escapes me. “You can’t handle that much.”

She glances over her shoulder. “Try me.”

I sober. “This has nothing to do with our deal.”

She’s already shaking her head before I finish speaking. “No deal.”

“Then brace yourself.” I pull her ass cheeks apart, giving me a better view of my target. I’m so engorged her pussy lips strain to stretch around my girth. She whimpers but pushes against the pain. Sloppy noises fill the room as I brutally pound into her. I make sure to give her what she wants over and over until I’m emptying inside her and incoherent words are falling from her lips.

I make eye contact with the man in the room. He’s alone now, watching us with the same detached aura he had during his performance, but I get the sense he’s smirking under his mask, like we’re the show now. I drag my spent cock out of Tina, realizing with a start that I never pushed the discreet button on the couch.