“Son of a bitch,” she said, even as her body began to undulate against him.
“I will be there in that audience,” he persisted, giving no quarter. “I will release my cock and I will stroke it, enjoying you, your bouncing breasts, your long legs and your pert ass. I suppose the others will enjoy it too, won’t they? Perhaps they will want you a different way. What about that, Victoria, kneeling for them as they line up, cock after cock to feed between your puffy, dry lips, all that cum, all those eyes glued to you?”
“Do you know how much I don’t like you right now?” Vicky rasped the words as she reached for him, wanting a kiss.
“Be careful.” He made her wait. “Didn’t they warn you about letting sleeping dogs lie?”
“You’re a dog, all right.”
Shane seared her lips with a kiss. His tongue went deep, testing her resistance. She offered none.
“Tell me how wet you are,” he said.
“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you? Makes you feel like a man.”
“I don’t need proof, Victoria,” he said. “But if we have fun collecting evidence, why not?”
Shane slid his hands up her thighs, lifting the hem of her dress. She gasped as he reached the waistband of her panties. “Stop, Shane.”
“Concede the point, counselor, and I will yield.”
“I’m wet,” she said. “I’m very wet.”
Shane pulled her dress back down. “So the question is where do we go from here? And when I say where I mean what location will we choose to make love again.”
“Impossible.”
“Why?”
“Kat is my friend.”
“So? What kind of reason is that?”
“Good enough for me,” she said, squirming in his arms, trying to keep him from nibbling the soft, delicate flesh of her left earlobe.
“You’re burning up, Victoria. Who are you kidding? Let me take care of you, lay you down on the sand, let your skin shine in the moonlight. I’ll kiss every inch of you, give you so much pleasure you won’t know what to do. You know you need more than I’ve given you so far.”
“No.” She tried to keep him at bay, but he was pretty good at working around her defenses. After all, she couldn’t protect everywhere at once.
“Maybe we could do it right here,” he teased. “I just need to pull down your panties. You could wrap those dynamite legs around my waist again.”
Victoria moaned. Her eyes slid closed.
“Turns you on, doesn’t it, baby, thinking about giving in to your desires, letting all those dirty things happen, not caring who watches?”
“Shane,” she gasped, lifting herself onto tiptoe.
This time he declined to kiss her.
“Stop playing cat and mouse,” he said, running his fingers through her hair. “Let me work the kinks out. I promise I will be gentle…sort of.”
Vicky ground her pelvis against him. He took it as a yes.
“Excellent choice. Now, what do you say we get those panties off you?”
“Your room or mine?” she whispered.
Shane laughed. “Too late, sweetheart, the panties come off here. We do this now…or not at all.”
Chapter Two
Vicky was on the edge and he just kept pushing her. Shane had just given a new definition to the word inappropriate. Not to mention crass, rude and about a dozen other words too big for his vocabulary.
Okay, so that was unfair. Shane might be a lot of things, but he didn’t strike her as ignorant.
“Why deny ourselves?” he said. “I want to come inside you again. I want to hear you scream my name so everyone can hear. I want to squeeze your breasts and work your clit until you are out of your fucking mind. And I want it dirty, just like you do.”
Vicky’s head swam. It really did turn her on to be so helplessly aroused and threatened with being taken in plain view of witnesses. They would look at her, judge her and she would only get hornier and hornier thinking of what was in their minds, what they wanted to do to her.
But that was fantasy. The reality was they were in a bilge-water bar on some barnacle-encrusted island.
“I can’t do it in front of these people…not now,” she heard herself say. “You’ll have to think of something else.”
“There is a back room.”
“But…everyone will still know.”
There were four more people in the room by this time—three young men at the bar, tourists, and an old man sitting on a stool, whittling.
“That’s the whole idea, baby. They will hear us, the bed will banging against the wall, and after we collapse in a sweaty heap and pull our clothes back on, it will be like walking the gantlet, everybody pretending not to see.”
Vicky weighed it. She didn’t know any of these people and she wouldn’t ever see them again.
But oh, the potential embarrassment.
Yes, embarrassment weighed against the wicked little feeling, deep and naughty, that the risk of getting caught aroused. Just as Shane had said.
Vicky really was an exhibitionist and had been since college. It was true, she got hot thinking about the boys watching her cheer, knowing how hard was she making their cocks though she would never, ever do anything about it.
She would imagine they would have to go masturbate after watching her.
If there was a profession Vicky was envious of, it was strippers. Though she would never in her wildest dreams become one, she craved that feeling. The power of being able to capture a man’s imagination, make him sit, transfixed, owned by her every move.
When she had joined the Society for Sexual Freedom, shortly after she and Kat had formed their law practice, she had discreetly inquired about the voyeuristic possibilities.
They had abounded and behind the anonymity of the masks required of all members she had been able to explore to her heart’s content.
She had never escaped the nagging feeling though, the knowledge, that deep down it wasn’t real. There weren’t any actual risks. It was role-play.
Shane offered something more. While she doubted highly they would get in any legal trouble, this was a public place. She would be heard—fucking, coming.
Her pussy dripped just thinking of it.
“Now Vicky,” said Shane. “Don’t think anymore, just do.”
She followed him as if in a dream. They walked to the back corner, to an unmarked door next to the rest rooms. The door creaked as it opened. The young men turned to look.
Vicky burned red as Shane looped his arm around her waist, indicating they were together. “Keep dreaming, boys,” Shane muttered. “This one’s all mine tonight.”
“You are incorrigible, Shane.”
He closed the door behind them and flipped on the light. To her amazement the room was not nearly as shabby as the bar. The furniture was antique, a four-poster bed, faded cornflower blue wallpaper with white wainscoting and a series of paintings of old-time sailors and admirals.
They were looking right at her, eyes burning holes into her.
“Take off your dress, Vicky, before I tear the goddamn thing off you.”
“You really know how to woo a woman, don’t you?” she quipped.
“There is a time for wooing and a time for action.”
“Is that what you are going to do, take me fast and furious like on the beach?”
“Sex is never the same twice in a row,” he said. “We’ll have to see how it works out. But it won’t be gentle. There is too much fire between us.”
Vicky needed no more coaxing. She pulled the dress over her head stripping herself down to her bra and panties. Unsure what to do next, she tossed it on the chair and stood there waiting by the bed.
She felt like a mistress from some bygone century, standing there in the old-fashioned room, feet bare on the bare wooden floor, her body scarcely covered.
Idly, she wondered who used this room. Surely not the likes of Salty Sam? You could never judge a book by its cover, that was for sure.
“Is that your usual type of lingerie?” he wanted to know.
Vicky looked at Shane. Her eyes automatically trailed to his lean waist and down below that to the fly of his jeans.
“You don’t like it?”
He leered at her lacy bra with the little bow between the cups. The panties were French cut, white with a bow on either hip to match the bra.
“Like it? You could raise the dead dressed like that.”
Her nipples poked prominently through the material in response. Her heart skipped a beat. She shouldn’t care that Shane wanted her so much but she did, more than was advisable, more than was safe.
“Spare me the lecture about my being the proverbial sex-starved wench underneath the staid exterior, will you, Shane?”
Shane was working the buttons of his jeans. He had already kicked off his sneakers. “The only thing I want to school you on right now is what you do to me, girl.”
Vicky’s knees were jelly. She hated being called girl, but coming from Shane it felt protective, affectionate.
He pushed his jeans over his hips. The boxer briefs barely held his erection.
She tried not to control her libido as he kicked off the jeans and pulled the waistband of the boxer briefs out and over his swollen, throbbing shaft.
It had looked good in the moonlight but it was ten times better in this light.
Shane was truly well hung and splendid. His cock was beautifully shaped, a work of art. He also had a pair of the tightest, highest balls she had ever laid eyes on.
“I will warn you, this bed has very noisy springs,” he drawled as he walked toward her, naked.
So he had been here before, but with whom?
Foolishly, she felt a little stab of jealousy.
She told herself it was nothing.
“You don’t have to hold back a thing with me,” he soothed, stroking her hair. “You’re a sexy, gorgeous woman and tonight is all about pleasure, pure and simple. The whole world will know by the time we’re done.”
Vicky reached for him greedily. “You insufferable, maddening…man,” she said, unable to think of a more fitting insult.
He allowed her to dig her nails into his pectorals. He didn’t budge as she raked them down his rock-hard abdomen in search of his waiting cock.
She held it in both hands, bathing herself in the pulsing and throbbing sensation.
“You have quite a cock,” she marveled. “I can’t believe it was really in me…and it’s going inside me again.”
“Goddamn fucking right it is.”
Shane growled the words. The stronger he got the weaker she felt. She couldn’t stand up any longer. Down to her knees she went.
“Easy beautiful,” he cautioned as she blew warm, enticing air over his balls and trailed her pinky nail along the bottom length of his cock, tracing the thick vein. “You don’t know your own power.”
“You mean little old me is capable of making the big bad Shane come before he’s ready?” she teased.
Shane took hold of her hair, forming a fist, tugging on the roots just hard enough to send tight cords of pleasure up and down her spine.
“How many others have imagined this?” he speculated. “How many poor suffering men have seen you over the years, knowing they would never have you, your kisses and your sweet, suckling mouth, no option left for them but masturbation?”
“Are you accusing me of being a tease?”
“Nope, you can’t help it. I was under your spell the minute I saw you and you hadn’t done a damn thing…except be who you are.”
“Well, you don’t have to dream,” she said. “Not tonight.”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
Shane released her. Vicky dabbed her tongue against the tip of his cock, tasting the sweet saltiness. Slowly she licked him, feeling the pulsing veins, the powerful flow of blood into his rock-hard cock.
Surrendering, she slid his cock head between her lips, sucking very gently.
He sighed. “You can share all your exhibitionist fantasies,” he said. “Ever thought about a roomful of men watching you strip for them, stroking their cocks, wanting you to touch them?”
Vicky tensed. She had done a lot more than imagine at the Society. She thought of the last time she was there, in the Golden Room, reserved for those who enjoyed seeing and being seen. She’d worn a gold dress and a gold mask. There had been three men dressed in tuxedos. They’d worn black masks.
It was the rule, of course, to preserve everyone’s identity. Vicky had recognized two of them anyhow, from a previous visit. The third man was new. She had felt safe enough to let herself go, even with him, thanks to the careful screening process of the Society.
They had done a role-play. Vicky had played an escort, purchased for the evening by one of the men. He in turn planned to share her by making love to her in front of his two friends. He’d had her strip off her clothes as they sat drinking scotch.
Her heart had beat like thunder. She could see their hard cocks, their dilated pupils as she had unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head.
She had been wearing pale yellow silk panties and a matching bra. She’d had garters on as well, to hold up her black stockings. One by one she’d slid them down, her foot up on the edge of a velvet-covered chair.
The men had all but forgotten the scotch glasses in their hands as they’d touched themselves. Vicky had let down her hair and pointed to the first man. The other two would watch…and play with their cocks until all of them reached orgasm.
She tried to imagine Shane in that room. Would he be aroused or disgusted?
Reluctantly she surrendered her prize, releasing his cock from her mouth. “Shane I am not as innocent as you might think.”
Shane laughed. “Who is?” Pulling her up, he kissed her hotly, possessing her mouth. “This is what we need to focus on,” he said, reaching his hand to her belly, sliding it down under the waistband of her panties. “I’m going to make love to you again, this time nice and slow.”
She whimpered as he pressed his fingertips to her labia and ran them along the swollen ridge.
“But first I want you on top. You’re going to ride me on this noisy bed and you’re going to come like a fiend and all those men will be so jealous out there. They will want a piece of you too, but you’ll find that I don’t share.”
You’ll find I don’t share.
No more trips to the Society, even if she wanted. No more worrying about other men’s stares. For a split second, she imagined she would have a man of her own.
Of course he was only talking about tonight.
Good thing too, because Vicky wasn’t the relationship type any more than Shane.
“I am not sharing you either,” she rasped. “Tonight, I mean.”
Shane’s hands moved around to her backside, cupping her ass, just like on the dance floor, only now she was all but naked for him. “I was determined to have you the moment I saw you,” he said.
“And do you always get what you want?”
“Let’s just say that I am not a very good loser.”
“I can’t picture you losing at all.”
Shane’s mouth descended over her breast. Oh god, he was suckling through her bra, drawing her nipple into his mouth.
“I bet you don’t lose either, Miss Victoria.” Shane undid the bra hooks, drawing the straps forward over her arms. The cups clung to her breasts for a split second before falling forward.
“Fucking incredible,” Shane whispered, managing to sound not the least bit obscene. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful you are.”
Could it really be that he was capable of appreciating a woman’s body as a work of art?
It made no sense, this bundle of contradictions.
Wasn’t that the ultimate seduction though, being drawn further and further in, craving to peel the layers of a man’s subconscious like the layers of an onion?
“I want to see you touch them,” he said.
“What?”
“Touch your breasts, as if I weren’t here.”
She bit her lower lip.
He smiled slyly. “Or should I say, touch them as if the room were full of men, their pants unzipped, big thick cocks in their hands, drooling over you. Hell, I bet the guys out there will go home thinking about you tonight.”
Vicky moaned softly, laying her fingers on her chest, featherlight, almost shyly touching her tingling skin. Her nipples leaped to her touch. She sucked in her belly and arched her back. She could hear Shane and suddenly it didn’t matter about any other men, not the ones outside the door or the ones back at the club either.
“Hold me,” she whispered.
Her vulnerability frightened her.
Shane wrapped his arms around her. “You know you’re safe with me?”
Yes, she knew that. There was no reason she should trust him so much but she did.
“Yeah,” Vicky said, shivering.
It was weird. She was so aroused and hot but sleepy at the same time. How long had she been running on empty, fighting so hard to be a strong woman, a law partner, a friend and leader of the community, never daring to let her guard down?
“Hold on tight,” Shane said.
He lifted her. Eagerly she wrapped her legs around his waist, craving the contact, reveling in his enveloping strength.
Shane carried her to the bed. He laid her down on the pale blue spread with her head on the pillow.
“Slight change of plans,” he told her. “I need you to open for me, baby.”
He meant her legs, and hell yes, she was ready. Vicky spread her thighs, feeling the cool air on her exposed sex.
Shane was kneeling on the bed, staring.
“What?”
“You really don’t know?” he said.
She frowned. “No, but you’re making me a little paranoid.”
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