“Yes, I like big microphones, damn you.”
Danny leaned forward, like this were the most important question he was ever going to ask. His breathing harsher. Pulse quickening with each passing second.
He continued watching Ty touch her. Touching her the way he always wanted to. The way he needed to, right now.
He resisted the urge.
“Why?”
“Wh-Why what?”
Lena stammered, sounding nervous.
“Why do you like large…microphones?”
Danny was playing the game too.
Whether he wanted to or not.
“Because…”
“Because what, L?”
His voice was uneven. Strained.
“Because they felt better between my- I mean on my lips. When I used to perform.”
Danny inhaled.
Visualizing the mental image of Lena, on her knees.
In front of him sucking him off. Right there in the club.
Where everyone could see.
Ty’s arrogant, self-satisfied smirk practically mouthed the word, checkmate.
He was sure Ty knew exactly what he was thinking.
He probably guessed Danny hated him at that moment. He’d be right. Danny knew he was helpless to look away. He had played right into Ty’s hands.
Lena was in complete control of this fantasy, however.
Ty knew that as well. None of this would have happened, unless she agreed to it. Frankly, he never expected her to go this far. To let him touch her this way. Even more so knowing they were in public. On full display.
Well…somewhat.
He also knew she had pretty much figured out what he was doing. Surprising him by going along with it. Why, he would never know.
Ty had never been so glad to be wrong.
Especially when it resulted in so many other rewards.
He was pretty sure no one past him and Danny knew what they were doing. If they did, he realized he didn’t care.
He didn’t think Lena gave a damn either. She could stop this anytime she wanted, and it would be over. Neither of them would push her past anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
“Would you like to know a secret?”
Danny lifted his glass. Swirling the last piece of ice around.
Allowing it to briefly slide across his lips.
Finally slipping it into his mouth.
Ty frowned. This was his game.
Danny wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this.
“What secret, Danny?”
Lena sounded curiously stimulated. He leaned forward.
Whispering so softly, she had to strain to hear.
“I like them big too.”
Lena bit down on the fleshy part of her lip.
She inhaled. Mouth parting open in shock…and arousal.
She felt Ty’s intake of breath behind her. Feeling his surprise. But surprise at what? That he said it, or that he said it to her? Did he mean what she thought he meant?
The visual of Danny, his beautiful sensuously, firm lips.
Surrounding, sucking, a veined, massive cock.
The image permeated her mind. Her mouth went dry.
Heat shooting straight from the top of her head to her toes. So wrong on so many levels. Lena didn’t care.
It was too late to stop now. Besides. This was what she wanted. Wrong or Right.
She made a pact with herself a long time ago. Answer to Lena and only Lena. Always please herself first.
No one else mattered.
And damned if she wasn’t going to indulge.
Tonight…just for tonight, she would play Ty’s game.
No rules…no boundaries. Just satisfaction.
The fact that Ty was the one responsible…Something she would obsess about later. Probably telling herself a million times over, just how stupid she was for giving in.
She wasn’t as clueless as Ty thought she was, either. She was more than aware of the sweltering chemistry blazing between them. Had been for years.
Ty had a magnetism hard to resist. Even for her. She knew, if given half an opportunity, he’d fuck her senseless.
And she would like it.
Senseless fucking. Reserved for groupies and whores. With nothing to lose, because they lost their pride long ago.
Precisely the reason she never gave in.
Until now, of course.
Hypocrite.
It would be so easy to fall into that pattern with him. But she wasn’t looking to fuck up what they had over something physical. No matter how tempting.
She’d be wise to remember.
However, that was before this moment. This time. This night. Now, everything was different.
And what the fuck was going on between him and Danny? Danny looked like he wanted to run Ty over. Multiple times. Ty looked like he wanted to make him do just that.
And her? On edge. Like a motherfucker.
A taut bow string needing plucked.
Yet, here they all were.
In the back of her mind, she noted Elizabeth and Remy had disappeared. Gone for quite a while. She knew that bitch was fucking him. She just knew it. God. What a skank.
As for Remy, he was pretty much piece of shit material. She could never understand why they hired him in the first place.
He was lecherous. Leering. Uncouth. Uneducated. Unattractive…Un a bunch of things.
Ty’s mouth slid down her neck.
Jolting her back to reality.
She leaned further back into him. The currently stiffening hardness of his obviously impressive cock, pressing against her backside.
She became lost in his touch. Arching her back as he gently nipped her shoulder. Thinking of a hundred different things she wanted him to do to her. Even more that she wanted to do to him. It was all in her head, wasn’t it?
Her fantasy. So why couldn’t she enjoy? She could be anything she wanted. The star of the show. Reveled in the attention. Loved the adulation. Craved the pleasure.
She grabbed Ty’s glass, drinking from it. Licking across the exact area she saw him drink from.
Danny’s hooded gaze watched her. Dragging her tongue over the top once more, before taking another drink. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips.
His hands dug into his thigh. His knuckles stretched, tightening under her watchful eyes.
“I haven’t thought about performing in a long time.” She said, to no one in particular. “I used to enjoy it.”
“Oh yeah?”
Ty’s hands caressed either side of her legs. His hands inching further and further up her thighs. Her skirt rode up exposing more of her damp, sweat-slickened, toffee-colored skin.
Danny’s throat went dry as he continued to look. Unable to tear his eyes away. She moved over Ty’s lap, ever so slightly. Ty’s guttural, low groan vibrating against her skin.
She was the hottest thing Danny had ever seen.
“What did you like most?” Ty’s voice was raspy, heated.
He couldn’t believe he was still coherent at this point.
Let alone forming complete sentences.
All he could think of was burying his face between her thighs. Savoring and tasting the sweet nectar of her pussy. He wanted to lap up every bit of her scorching wetness he felt through the fabric of his pants.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could play this game.
Thank god she designed the place with all of this in mind. Naturally dark, with a fantasy element, appealing to those who wanted to…indulge a little further, yet still maintain their privacy. Simply put, you didn’t see anyone unless they wanted to be seen.
He would bet money she never expected to be the main attraction.
“I love the way it made me feel. In control. Powerful. It was like…” She was breathless now, trailing off.
Becoming lost in Danny’s eyes again. They drilled into her soul with a fiery intensity. Intimidating and terrifying.
Feeling Ty
beneath her while Danny watched, was driving her crazy insane.
“Like what, baby…tell me what it was like.”
Ty pressed her hips down on top of him. Sliding his hips in a rocking motion.
“It was like…riding a dick. Setting the pace. Controlling the flow. Oh god…Did I say that out loud? Ty…what in hell are you doing to me?”
Ty slid his hands under her ass. Unzipping his jeans far enough so that beautiful, thick cock sprang free. He hitched up her skirt from the back so she wasn’t exposed in the front. Pulling her back down. Almost all in one movement.
They were flesh to flesh. Skin to skin.
Nothing separating them but free will.
He was but mere inches from being fully sheathed inside of her.
“What am I doing?” Ty murmured, repeating her question.
His mouth brushed her bare back. Shoving aside the strap of the skimpy top she wore. His lips blazed a path down her spine. Pausing, licking the salty taste of her skin to his mouth.
“I’m making it good for you, sweetheart.”
His hands slid under her skirt from behind. Parting her thighs.
“Tell me if you want me to. I want to make it so good for you, baby…but you have to tell me. What do you want, Lena?
Do you want me to touch you…like this?”
Ty’s fingers lightly brushed over her clit. She moaned, deep in her throat. Throbbing within her lower belly.
Lena arched her back, closing her eyes.
Ty caught Danny’s, raising an eyebrow.
Silently asking if he had been tortured enough.
Danny’s expression spoke volumes.
The agonizing twist to his mouth. The flash of his strange, silvery grey eyes. He couldn’t stop now.
He made a strangled noise within his throat. It was all he could do not to reach out and touch her. Just once.
But he didn’t dare.
He knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to help himself from ripping her off of Ty. Pinning her down and fucking her.
Part of him was resentful. Angry it wasn’t him beneath her. At first. He managed to choke down the rage welling up inside his chest, though. If he were beneath her, he couldn’t be there.
Right in front of her.
Witnessing her pleasure firsthand.
It was that part he wouldn’t trade with Ty. For anything in the world.
Ty could physically feel her.
Danny could see her. Her face, body....her soul.
He was beyond the jealousy now.
Now, he just wanted to connect with her.
In any way possible. Force her to see him.
Acknowledge what was between them was real.
Not some fucked up figment of his imagination.
Ty couldn’t lie to himself, either.
This was no longer just about proving a point to Danny. It was about doing what he had wanted to do for years.
Stepping up. Trying to claim a piece of her heart.
That didn’t already belong to Danny.
Chapter 7
Lena couldn’t believe what was happening right now.
In a million years, she would have never predicted this.
Her hips began undulating. Grinding into Tyler’s lap.
Reveling in the fact there was nothing between them now.
But skin.
She gasped, feeling his velvety smooth cock push past her thong. Rubbing against her pussy. Drenching it in her juices. She was so slick with her own wetness, it would have been easy to guide him in.
Which she would absolutely not be doing.
As long as this was all it was, it was ok.
This wasn’t really fucking. She clung to her logic.
Justifying what she was doing as harmless fun.
Ty was still Ty.
Lena was still Lena.
Still friends. Just having fun.
Not fucking.
And Danny. Couldn’t forget about him.
Sitting there. Watching it all.
Making no effort to leave.
She had never been more turned on in her life.
The thought of her putting on a show for him with Ty, made it all the more nasty.
Dirty.
Completely hedonistic.
Dear lord…what was she thinking?
What was she smoking?
“Baby. You’re thinking too much. Stop it.”
She once again, got startled back from her thoughts.
“Oh my god…Ty…what the fuck are we doing?”
“If I’m not mistaken, we were doing this.”
Ty lifted her hips. Dragging her pussy over his cock. Pulsing against her. Ready to explode any minute. He teased the entrance, never going inside.
“And this.”
He slid his hands back under her skirt. Parting her thighs. Touching her clit, with the pad of his fingers.
“And let’s not forget about this.”
He raised his hand to his mouth. Licking her cream off his fingers. Meeting Danny’s heavily aroused stare.
Danny had never experienced anything like this before.
He was about to come…hard, without even touching her. Was so engorged it was painful to move. Cock straining against the confines of his pants.
He made not one move toward it.
Ty was dealing with his own agony.
She felt so incredible against him. Her pussy providing more than enough slickness and moisture. It almost felt like he was actually fucking her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…do that again.”
Lena’s request a guttural, visceral, half-sob.
Gripping his thighs tightly as he ground his bare cock against her. The friction mounting. Surging. Out of control.
He knew she was close. So very close.
Ty whispered in her ear. How much he loved her pussy. How good it felt between his fingers. How fucking good she would feel around his cock. Sucking him off. How much he wanted to come down her throat. How sweet she tasted.
How she would feel coming against his lips. His tongue. His mouth. Pressure building…rising.
She was wound so tight. A beating drum.
Ty stroked her clit with his fingers. Rubbing that delicious cock, back and forth against the lips of her pussy. Creating a suction so hot and moist, they were fucking.
In a way.
The only allowable way. At least for now.
She clutched him again. Thrusting. Sliding herself against him. Eyes locking with Danny’s for what seemed like a lifetime, before shuttering closed with pleasure. She cried out, her scream lost in the loud rhythm of the music. Her orgasm one big tidal wave of emotion, and sensation.
Ty followed shortly after. Her orgasm seeming to take his higher. Making it hotter. More erotic. More carnal, than anything she’d ever done.
Lena felt the spurt of his seed against her skin as he released. He gripped her hips in an iron vice, thrusting upwards. Shooting out viscous, slippery jets of searing, wet come.
Danny watched them both.
Speechless by the savagery of their climax.
Seeing her brought to orgasm by someone else was something he never knew he wanted.
She was both object, and fantasy. An instrument for her own pleasure. And his.
He was almost reverent in what he witnessed.
He watched her now. Collapsed over Ty, breathing heavy.
Returning to earth.
Ty kept his hands around her hips. His cock still under her. Out of the confines of his pants. Completely uncaring.
Danny needed to leave.
Before he did more than just look.
He left a bill on the counter for Dion, who had made himself discreetly scarce in the midst of…whatever just happened. He glanced at Ty, and found him already staring at him.
He seemed thoughtful. Almost sympathetic.
Danny didn’t want his pity. He didn’t want anyone’s pity.
Especially his.
Lena s
ensed his pain, anger and confusion.
It rivaled her own.
She didn’t know why she expected anything different.
Everything was…still as it was.
Except nothing was as it was. Not anymore.
It wouldn’t be again.
She looked up. Her eyes meeting Danny’s one last time.
He inclined his head towards hers. Touching his two fingers to her mouth. Placing them on his own.
Finally, he walked away.
She closed her eyes. Blinking as they moistened.
She would not cry. Not now. Not after all of this.
He would not do this to her again.
Ty kissed her shoulder, suggesting she get cleaned up.
He felt her take a shuddering breath.
Nodding her agreement. She remained silent.
He didn’t push.
Better to let her have some time with her thoughts.
He was sure there would be plenty.
With many questions to follow.
Positive they would involve him. Partially.
Reluctantly acknowledging who would take up the rest.
Ty admitted to himself he was probably a douche, making Danny and Lena confront their feelings this way. Whatever he thought he was doing when he started, this wasn’t where he expected they’d end up.
What made him a bigger total douche, at least to him…
He wasn’t sorry.
Danny rode down the elevator to the garage.
Quiet. Pensive.
He briefly contemplated where his wife was.
Then realized he genuinely didn’t care.
He found his way to his car. Sliding into the driver’s seat. Shutting the door. He sat there for a few minutes, leaning back. Closing his eyes.
He could still smell her scent. Beckoning.
Permeating his senses.
In his mind, she was fucking him. Sinking down brutally onto him. Her back pressed into his chest. His hands circled her waist. Binging her sweat slickened body closer to him. Her nails digging razor sharp slashes into his thighs.
Slamming down on his cock. Moving her body in time with his. So fucking real.
He pictured her, bringing his hand around, playing with her clit. The two of them, stroking her pussy together. He would stop, long enough to bring his fingers and hers to his mouth. Sampling her sweetness.
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