Page 8 of Wear Me Out (The AfterGlow #3)

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“Not yet,” I growled, signaling to Owen to stop.

Owen pulled out of her and ceased his strumming on her clit. The whine that fell from Lilah’s tongue was so delicious, I wanted to lick it off her lips. Owen took a long, lazy sip of his drink, and stared at my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth, rubbing against her tongue.

She was so damn perfect. Wet, warm, wanting. She took me to the back of her throat on almost every thrust. Her hand matched the pace perfectly, working my base in a way only she could do. Every time she gagged, I almost lost it. I was right on the edge and playing with fire.

It was too early for her, and too early for me.

By the end of the night together, I wanted her begging me with tears in her eyes, and I wanted to be so fucking ready that I couldn’t help but give in to her.

A little more torture was in order. Just a bit more.

Then, I would haul her away and fuck her senseless.

Until she screamed my name for the whole club to hear.

Until she was a sobbing mess on the sheets of my private room.

But her mouth was so fucking good and, if I let her go a minute longer, I would come down her throat. Have her gagging on me. The image of my black-haired brat choking on my cum was too much. I needed to stop. Now.

Wrapping my fist in her hair, I pulled her off my cock. Her eyes went wide and two small frown lines appeared above her nose.

“Can’t handle it, boss?” she asked, a wicked glint in her eye.

“You know I fucking can,” I said, tucking myself away and zipping up my pants.

Her expression didn’t change with my admission. “You don’t want to finish? ”

I cupped her cheek in my palm while she still straddled Owen’s lap. “I have something else in mind for now.”

“Think you can fill me in?” she teased, though it came out as more of a beg as she rubbed herself against Owen’s thigh.

He was loving every second of it. She was clearly desperate, and that was exactly what I wanted. Her desperation. Her need.

Digging into my pocket, I pulled out a small wearable vibrator and the matching remote control.

The original plan was for her to wear this while I fucked her from behind, but I needed to take a breather because the moment I entered her, I was going to bust. And that meant no more prolonging her suffering, no more teasing.

Owen could fuck her, though.

I handed her the vibe and pointed to the empty lounger beside me. “Put this on your clit, then get on your hands and knees.”

Instead of defying me or pushing back, she did exactly as I asked.

Owen swung his legs over the side of his chair, taking her in.

Once she was properly positioned, I lifted her pleated black skirt to reveal her ass.

The fucking plug was still there, glinting in the low light of the cabana.

The desire to bend down and lick the metal heart was overwhelming.

To say fuck it and stick my dick in her, make her fall apart while I drilled into her, to lose myself in her pussy.

But I couldn’t. Not yet.

“Owen. I need you to fuck the brat out of Lilah. Think you can do that for me?” I asked, smacking her on the ass and causing her to startle.

He stood up and yanked down his trunks, exposing his cock. “Thank fuck you asked. I thought I might have to beg for the chance.”

I raised one eyebrow. “Do you want to beg me, Owen?”

He chuckled. “I just want to fuck her.”

Since he started coming here, Owen had set his sights on Lilah.

Shamelessly flirting every chance he got.

When she informed him that she was taken, I was across the bar, observing the interaction.

The poor guy looked like he’d been kicked in the balls.

All the light went out from his eyes. He recovered quickly, of course.

There was no shortage of members at the club to rendezvous with, but he still lusted after my woman.

Well, tonight, I’d allow him the chance to fuck her, and I’d get to watch the expression on not only his face, but on Lilah’s.

One of the greatest guilty pleasures in life was seeing the face of someone you loved in absolute ecstasy.

And if someone else gave that to her, I could focus all my attention on observing.

“Then get to it,” I demanded, sitting on the lounger he was occupying only a moment ago.

Owen plucked a condom out of one of the bowls on a nearby bistro table, tore into it, and rolled it on. Settling himself behind Lilah, he inhaled sharply when he noticed the plug.

“For fuck sakes,” he groaned, palming his erection. “You could’ve warned me. So damn hot.”

I laughed. “The little brat didn’t warn me, either.”

He ran his palms up and down her sides before one settled on her hips, and the other guided his dick into her tight cunt.

She was already wet, so it slipped in without too much resistance.

She moaned—a heady, guttural sound—as he rocked in and out.

Little motions at first as she adjusted around him, then bigger thrusts, harder, quicker.

Her mouth was open in a moan, her eyes were closed.

As he pounded deeper and faster, she dropped her head and arched her back.

She was one of the few women I’d ever been with who loved having her cervix pounded.

As deep as someone could get, that’s what she wanted.

She scrunched her face in a grimace—a look I knew well.

Owen was hitting her just right, and she liked it rough.

Rougher than he was giving it to her, even.

“Spank her,” I directed.

Owen followed, laying a juicy strike to the side of her thigh.

“Again,” I commanded.

He obeyed without hesitation.

“Fuck.” The word dropped from her mouth, barely a whisper.

Her long hair was in front of her face now, her hands tight on the edge of the cushioned recliner.

Knuckles white with their grip. “Harder,” she breathed.

“Sorry,” she quickly added, glancing in my direction. “I didn’t mean to give an order.”

I smiled at her. She must be aching for a release if she was apologizing that easily. “Apology accepted, pet. But do go harder, Owen. She wants to be sore in the morning. ”

Not needing to be told twice, Owen tightened his grip and bucked into her again and again.

Her ass slapped against his skin, clapping in the open air of the club cabana.

Other couples were watching now, glued to the scene.

Me giving orders, Owen fucking my woman, Lilah making those tiny noises that made my dick twitch.

She was a fucking glorious sight. Everyone should be watching. He didn’t blame them.

“Stop,” I directed.

“No!” Lilah cried as Owen pulled out, still at full-mast.

“Don’t talk back. Flip over,” I ordered, walking around to the head of the seat and lowering it until it was parallel with the floor. She did as I asked while I caught Owen’s attention. “Fuck her with her legs on your shoulders. Rail her until you come. Understood?”

He nodded, yanking her legs up against his chest. Sliding back into her, he pumped his hips, pistoning in and out as fast as he could go. “Fuck yes, Lilah. Your pussy feels so fucking good. I’ve needed this for so damn long,” he rasped.

I knelt and ripped Lilah’s black vest open, followed by her tight white blouse. Her breasts were exposed to the warm air of the night, because of course my little brat wasn’t wearing a bra. A button had popped off and flown across the floor, landing at Piper’s feet.

This could be a fun addition.

“Care to join us?” I asked, rubbing my hands over Lilah’s breasts. She arched into my touch, throwing her hands over mine, urging me to tighten my grip. I flicked her nipples, and she bit her bottom lip.

A wicked grin appeared on Piper’s face. “I’d love to.”

At the sound of her voice, Lilah opened her eyes and looked up to now see Piper standing over her. Her eyes glazed over as I tweaked her nipples and Owen pounded into her.

“It’s too much,” she moaned.

I smirked. “It’s not even close.” I nodded to Piper, who took my place, capturing two handfuls of Lilah’s tits.

Sitting back on the chair beside them, I reclined and clicked the on button on the vibrator remote.

“Fuck!” Lilah screamed, before Piper drowned out the call with her mouth .

I toggled the vibrator on and off in bursts as Piper lapped up Lilah’s taste, fucking her mouth with her tongue, and played with her nipples.

Lilah’s hands flew into Piper’s hair, latching on and pulling her closer, deepening their kiss.

I clicked the vibrator on and off, on and off, watching my woman jolt each time with a shock of pleasure on her clit.

“I can’t go much longer without busting,” Owen panted. “The sight of those two making out is too much to handle.”

“Come, Owen. Do it now. I know how Lilah looks when she’s close to orgasm, and that’s about to happen and I don’t want it to.”

Owen stuttered, breaking his rhythm. He rumbled out his orgasm before removing himself from Lilah, wiping the sweat from his brow. I immediately turned off the vibrator and pulled Piper off her.

“Go to my room and wait for us to join?” I whispered in Piper’s ear, slipping my spare keycard into her back pocket. The prospect of one more last-minute punishment was too tempting to pass up. “Brooke will fill you in.”

She nodded and squeezed my shoulder, a giant grin plastered across her face, before disappearing into the club .

Lilah covered her eyes with her hands as she lay sprawled out on the chaise. “I’m sorry, boss. I’m so sorry. Please let me come. Have I not been a good slut for you?”

I grabbed one of her hands and pulled her from the chair and onto my chest. Her perfect, bare tits pressed against my shirt. Her skirt was rumpled and wrinkled.

“You’ve done such a good job, pet. Can you handle one more punishment?” I muttered into her hair.

She sighed, deep and heavy. “If you can make it worth my while.”

“Watch it,” I said, taking her hand in mine.

“Uh, thank you!” Owen called out, tossing his tied-off condom into the nearest trash can.

I held up my free hand and flashed two fingers his way in recognition. He played his part well today. Maybe I’d let him partake again in the future. Lilah clearly enjoyed him.

I walked my beauty through the club, tits out, for everyone to admire. Her hair was mussed and tangled, her inner thighs soaked with arousal. What a fucking exquisite sight she was.

“I take it you aren’t on the clock for the time being?” Braden called out to her with a laugh as I paraded her through the bar.

“Put everyone’s drinks on my tab for the next hour, Braden. The inconvenience is on me,” I called.

Leading her down the hallway of private rooms to the door at the very end of the hallway, I handed her my keycard. “There’s a surprise waiting for you. You still haven’t earned the right to come, but you have earned this.”

She gingerly took the card from my hand. Excitement flashed across her eyes.

“Thanks, boss.”

“Anything for you, pet.”