Page 7 of Wear Me Out (The AfterGlow #3)

lilah

The dim glow from the floor lights cast an unearthly aura across the balcony.

Inlaid with dark magenta glass tiles and bright pink lights, the signature pool produced a rosy hue on the members milling about the deck, spread out on loungers lining the pool, and sitting at tables off to the left with their partners.

The waterproof sectionals only had a couple spots open and were full of both hot and heavy playmates and friends enjoying a nightcap.

People mingled in the heated water, kissing in the corner and finding new hook-ups for the night.

A group of two men and two women were entangled in a passionate affair on the edge of the hot tub.

Mouths and tits and cocks exposed, being fondled for everyone to see.

This was my favourite part of the entire club. Everything out here was gorgeous and lit up in a flattering blushed hue. The night air and surreal colourway made guests feel open and relaxed, like they were in an alternate reality where anything could happen and there was no tomorrow.

Adam and I had fucked on every single poolside lounge chair dotted around the space.

Maybe we’d do that again tonight—if I was lucky.

After all, he sent me out here for a reason.

There were already three waitresses manning the outdoor bar and snack shack.

They didn’t especially need me to help, but I headed over to say hello to the girls anyway.

Before I got to the bar, a deep voice called out my name from behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder. Owen Jackson was pulling himself up the side of the pool.

Water cascaded down his broad, tawny chest and well-defined abs, sparkling in the bubblegum-tinted lights.

As he hauled himself over the edge, his biceps flexed and the tattoos that made their home on his skin glistened from the rivulets of water pouring off his arms. He flashed me the million-dollar smile I'd become acquainted with over the past year.

Scrubbing his hand over his closely-buzzed head, a spray of water filled the air for a second while he rubbed the blond stubble.

Still a relative newbie to the club, he enjoyed dipping his toes into every class, every lesson, and every room the club had to offer.

I admired his willingness to try new kinks, and ever since he joined our tight-knit group of friends, I’d been wanting to try him out.

But while Adam had free use of me twenty-four seven, we only opened up our relationship when he gave the go-ahead, and only to people whom he’d vetted and we both trusted.

He swaggered over to me, gaze smoldering so hard my crotchless panties were a second away from combusting.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, taking my hand.

I shifted my weight to one leg and looked up at him. Even with my platforms on, he was still a good four inches taller than me. “Oh yeah? And what have you been waiting for exactly?”

“The chance to do this.” He pulled me to him, skin warm against my own, despite still being wet from the pool.

His kiss was light, yet commanding, and I yielded to him without a fight. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, locking me in, and his tongue ran over my lips.

“Let me in,” he breathed.

I opened to him and he invaded me. His tongue danced with mine, heated and hurried.

One of his hands slipped down to my ass and gripped my cheek, pulling at it roughly, forcing my pelvis into his.

He pressed up against me, right there between the bar and the pool for all to see.

When his cock made contact with my pussy, he groaned into my mouth and pulled away.

“I’d love to sip on an Old Fashioned while I finger fuck your cunt. Bring me a drink and meet me in the cabana, and make sure there’s a cherry in it.” He released me, leaving me reeling from our interaction.

I took a moment to gather myself. This was why I loved being shared. Getting the opportunity to experience other people, learning from them, being part of something new.

“I heard that!” Brooke called, hustling up beside me. Her bright blue hair stood out against her topaz skin. “Got the drink right here. Go get that man.” She giggled while she placed the cold glass into my hand.

“You’re such a girl’s girl. I love that,” I murmured. Brooke was gorgeous, too. Definitely a woman I’d take to bed, if Adam allowed.

“Go! Now!” she squealed.

I wiggled my brows at her before speeding toward the covered cabana on the other side of the bar.

The structure was a recent addition to the club, only built last spring.

The dark wooden beams reached twelve feet into the air and supported a large white canvas roof.

There were no walls. Rather, flowy fabric curtains that could be drawn across each side for a more private experience or left open to feel more a part of the pool area.

Owen reclined in one of the waterproof chaises lining the sides, looking every bit the dark-horse snack he was.

Young, fit, and eager to have me. I needed his fingers, and needed them now.

Arousal was already building in my gut, and I wanted to ride my way to a climax on his thick digits.

Two other couples were already touching and moaning in other parts of the cabana.

I wanted that. I needed that.

What Adam didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. It’s not like he was around to see this anyway. He would never know if I came or not. I was sure I could convince Owen to keep his mouth shut, too. Adam gave him the go-ahead, so I would run with it.

“Fuck, Lilah. I’ve been wanting to touch you for so fucking long.” Owen adjusted himself in his swim shorts. “Come. Sit.”

I wasted no time straddling him and dropping onto his lap. I handed him his drink, and he held it in one hand while stroking his other up my bare thigh. His cock was hard on my ass, so I rubbed myself against it. When his eyes rolled back in his head, I smiled.

Punishment? More like reward. I was enjoying the hell out of myself.

“I’ve been dying to slip my fingers inside your pussy,” he moaned as I continued to grind down on him. “Back your sweet little ass up so I can finally touch you. ”

I slid backward on his lap, planting my ass closer to the middle of his thighs.

He slipped his hand into the gap between his legs and under my skirt.

When his middle finger dragged up through my slit, I shuddered.

A ripple of warmth cascaded through my limbs.

He used the chilled glass to push my skirt up, grazing it against my leg, making me shiver.

With nothing blocking his view any longer, he latched his gaze onto my cunt.

“Shit. When Adam told me you had crotchless panties on, I knew it’d be hot, but I didn’t expect it to be this fucking good.” He dipped his finger inside me, then ran it up through my folds again, stopping at my clit. “You’re so damn gorgeous.”

“What else did Adam tell you?” I asked, rocking my hips into his hand, silently asking for more.

“He told me you’ve been a bad girl. That you needed to rectify your mistakes.

That I could touch you however I wanted, wherever I wanted, with whatever I wanted.

” He sank his finger inside my hole, and I clenched around the intrusion.

The first was quickly followed by a second and he worked himself inside me .

“I need more, Owen. Give me more.” I gyrated on his fingers, wishing they were his cock. A third finger. Something. I wanted to feel full. I wanted to be used up.

He clicked his tongue before taking a slow sip of his bourbon. “Such a needy thing.”

Obliging my request, he added a third finger to my pussy, slowly stretching me out before pumping in and up against that spot I loved so much.

He smirked and took another sip of his drink. “Better?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Look at you,” Adam’s voice came from behind me.

I jumped at the sound of his baritone and turned my head.

He stood at the entrance, leaning on one of the wooden beams that supported the cabana, looking every bit as turned on and pissed off as I expected.

Not pissed off that I was riding Owen’s fingers, but pissed off at my insolence earlier.

Though it was fading—I could tell. His eyebrows had softened, and the hunger in his eyes outweighed the annoyance.

Licking my lips, I beckoned him over with my finger. He swaggered over, downing the last of the drink in his hand and setting it on one of the bistro tables off to the side.

“Has she been a good girl?” he asked, not making eye contact with me but honing in on Owen and Owen alone.

“She’s been fucking fantastic. Riding my fingers like she was made for them,” he bragged.

I tried to catch Adam’s eye, but he refused, so I leaned forward and enveloped Owen’s lips with mine, slipping my tongue into his mouth and swirling it around his own.

He met me with equal intensity, kissing me back while keeping a steady rhythm inside me with his fingers.

I bit down on his lower lip and he groaned, a deep and guttural sound, at the sharp sting of my teeth.

Adam grabbed a fistful of my hair at the roots and yanked my head back. “Let’s put your mouth to better use, pet.”

He unzipped his slacks and pushed them down his thighs, along with his boxer briefs. Already standing at attention, his cock was hard and begging for me. It practically pulsed with need. He stroked it once, and my pussy clenched around Owen’s fingers at the motion .

“Be a good little slut and open up for me,” Adam commanded.

I did as he said, dropping my jaw open and holding out my tongue, eager to take him any way he would allow. Stepping forward, he angled his cock down at my lips, and I snapped them closed.

“Careful, Lilah,” he growled.

I dutifully opened again. He shook his head as he slowly inched into my mouth, and I closed around him.

His thickness was a welcome familiarity.

I allowed myself to drool around him, making him slick, as I bobbed my head forward and back along his length.

The salty taste of him exploded on my tastebuds.

A taste I’d never tire of as long as I lived.

There was no cock I loved to take more than Adam’s.

“You know just how I like it. Keep going, and don’t you dare think about coming,” Adam warned. “Owen’s going to take you right to the brink. Isn’t that right?”

Owen added a thumb on my clit and started to massage me there while still pumping inside me. “As much as I’d love to see you fall apart on my lap, Lilah, I have to do what your boss says.”

Sparks started to shoot into my limbs, and I wanted more than anything to orgasm on his lap with my dom’s dick in my mouth.

I whined around Adam’s cock and glanced up at him, silently begging to be allowed to come.

Our gaze connected and he bucked into my mouth.

I gagged around him, but he didn’t pull out.

I managed a breath through my nose to steady myself and sucked him in between my lips while wrapping a hand around his base.

I pumped him, milked him, slobbered and swirled my tongue on his tip.

Anything to get him to break even a little.

He may be punishing me, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t play with him a little. After all, I was a brat.

His brat.

“That feels just right, pet. Keep going. You’re doing so fucking well,” he praised, running a finger down my cheek and tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

I moaned and rode Owen harder while sucking Adam deeper, pleading to both of them to give in.

To let me have something . The coiling in my stomach grew stronger, and my eyes fluttered closed as Owen worked my clit faster with practiced precision.

His touch was so different from Adam’s. Lighter, firmer, but so right in so many new ways.

I thrusted into him, urging his fingers deeper.

I wanted to feel . I wanted to break . I wanted to come .