before cuffing it and reeling me to his side. Greedy to touch him, I ran my hand up that silky line of hair, across his ribs and on to his pec. He jumped when I pinched his nipple.
'Mm, Kate.' He buried his nose in my powdered decolletage. 'I'm so horny I could scream. I kept thinking about the two of you sitting in the audience, watching me, holding hands, teasing each other.' Hunger rumbled in his throat. 'It's a wonder I remembered my lines.'
As he'd done with the heroine, Joe dipped me over his arm. The position arched my back and offered my nipples to his mouth. He breathed on them through the emerald silk, then mouthed them lightly. My eyelids drooped with pleasure.
The rattle of a belt buckle snapped me from my languor. With his free hand, Joe shoved Sean's trousers and briefs to his hips. As he continued to nuzzle my breasts, he ran his fingers over Sean's thick, ruby crested erection like a man reading braille.
Sean propped his hands on his waist. 'I guess you are hungry.'
'Starved,' Joe said, and rugged him, cock first, towards the make-up table.
Sean hopped up with a look of bemusement. The table was nigh enough that his feet swung inches from the floor. Except for the vigour of his erection, he would have looked child-like. Sean grinned, his sense of the ridiculous keen.
But Joe's intent wasn't humorous.
'Spread 'em,' he said, his voice rough - and not from singing all night. He turned me to face Sean, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his cheek next to mine. 'Wider, mister, and get those trousers down. I want to see how much you need what's coming to you.'
Smiling faintly, Sean worked his trousers over his hips. They fell to his ankles and caught on his polished shoes. He spread his muscular legs. His sac hung between his thighs, its heavy contents resting on the Formica table top. The surface must have chilled the delicate skin, but he rolled his bum from side to side as though he liked the sensation. Joe pushed me between Sean's knees. 'Bend over,’ he said.
I assumed he meant me to go down on Sean, but before I could do more than touch the swollen knob with my tongue he gripped my hair and pulled me back.
'That's mine,' he said.
I looked back at him, surprised and intrigued. Joe was really riding high tonight. He must have regretted his sharpness, though, because he released my curls with a soft stroking motion. His hands slid down my back, then reversed to push my heavy silk dress over my bottom. His hum of pleasure rewarded my fashion choice. I wore his favourite stockings, sheer beige silk with a sheen of gold. My suspender belt was satin, green to match the dress, and of course I wore no panties. His fingertips slid over my curves, smoothing the straps along my buttocks, then dipping gently into the well of moisture at the heart of my sex.
'This is mine, too,' he said, two fingers sinking deep.
His touch was heaven after all that waiting. Swallowing a helpless cry, I pushed back, working myself on his knuckles, drenching him with cream. Sean craned forward, eager to see.
'God,' Joe said. 'You're sopping.'
His hand left me. Buttons popped; cellophane tore. An instant later, his cock-rip travelled the length of my crease, my cheeks spread wide by his hands. He dipped the crown in my moisture, coating it generously. It slid more slickly then, leaving a cool-hot trail behind. My sex pounded.
'Please,' I said, angling myself to take him. 'I want you inside me. I need you.'
He corked the wet, waiting mouth, pressed the flare inside - and stopped.
'Don't tease me,' I begged. 'We haven't got much time.'
He didn't move. His hands covered my cheeks, massaging them in deep crease-parting circles. 'You are so fucking hot. It would take a saint to wait.'
'Don't wait, Joe,' I pleaded. Tush it all the way in. Push it hard.'
Sean wagged his feet to either side of me. 'If you won't give her what she wants, I will.'
'Like hell,’ Joe growled.
Bracing his arms on the table, he surged inside. That single push nearly sheathed him. Not satisfied with nearly, he bent over me, grunting as he worked himself deeper. The warm, drawn-up bulk of his scrotum squashed the undercurve of my cheeks. I shifted my legs wider. He leant closer. His chest was sweaty and hard. It pushed my upper body on to the table between Sean's legs until my arms draped his gold-furred thighs and my forehead rested on his hip. Sean's erection grazed the muscle between my neck and shoulder, sinking down and then bobbing off as the blood pumped intermittent!} through his shaft. Heat rolled off him in waves.
'Perfect,' Joe praised, breathless from his struggle Reaching past my shoulder, he petted the upper slope i Sean's cock, slowly, gently, from lube-wet glans to thick, hairy root.
Sean's belly shivered. Joe craned closer, his mouth hovering over the head. Sean sucked in a breath and held it.