Dylan finally nodded. “Turn around.”
He helped her off his lap, then pulled her back down when she was facing out into the club. Dylan hadn’t bothered to fix her dress and surprisingly she hadn’t, either. Not that it mattered. When she was once again situated, he pulled her back against his chest and cupped her breasts in his hands, teasing her nipples.
If she wanted the full experience, if she truly wanted to understand, Dylan was more than willing to walk her through the process, to offer her the sort of pleasure that could be had right here. Right now.
And at that point, he would truly know where she stood on the subject.
As well as what that meant for the two of them.
IT WOULD PROBABLY DO HER a world of good to remember that she was in a public place and that, as of this moment, she wasn’t entirely clothed. Then again, Sarah was having a hard time remembering her own name, much less anything else.
When she’d been straddling Dylan, she knew that no one could really see her. Sure, they probably could guess what he was doing to her, but she’d had her back to the room, offering her a bit of privacy. That certainly wasn’t the case now.
As she stared out into the crowded VIP section, she couldn’t tell whether people were watching her or not. Which likely meant they couldn’t tell that she was watching them, either. At Devotion, it had been a little more obvious.
Dylan’s mouth pressed against her ear, his warm breath fanning her neck.
“Do you like to watch, Sarah?”
Did she? She wasn’t sure.
“See the couple over there? To your left?”
Sarah glanced to the left, surveying the people, trying to find the couple Dylan was referring to. It didn’t take but a second to see what he was seeing.
“Do you think she even knows we’re watching her?” he asked.
No. No, she did not.
“Tell me what you see, Sarah.”
Sarah leaned into Dylan more, unsure whether she could actually get her voice to work. She knew he was pushing her, giving her the full experience of the club, but she wasn’t sure she could go so far as to explain what that man was doing to the woman.
“Tell me,” he urged, his fingers clamping onto her nipples.
Sarah moaned softly, enjoying the way he tormented her.
“He’s licking her,” she said, although she doubted he could hear her.
“Where? Where’s he licking her?”
Sarah pushed against Dylan’s hands, urging him to continue his ministrations. Her breasts were overly sensitive and she loved what he was doing. The feeling of being on display was highly erotic. Knowing someone could witness Dylan pinching her nipples while she ground her ass against him. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her, fucking her, driving her over the edge.
Another pinch had her drawing air into her lungs.
“Her pussy,” she replied. “He’s licking her pussy.”
“Is she enjoying it?”
“Yes.”
“Would you be enjoying it? Knowing someone was watching you like this?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I wouldn’t care who’s watching.”
Dylan’s hand left her breast and trailed down between her legs. Sarah instinctively widened her knees, offering him access to where she needed him most.
“What about those three over there?”
Sarah’s gaze roamed the room, her eyes fighting to stay open as Dylan’s fingers dipped beneath the elastic edge of her panties.
“Tell me what they’re doing.”
Swallowing hard, Sarah relaxed against Dylan. “Oh, God. Please…”
“Please, what?”
“Put your finger inside me.”
Sarah couldn’t believe she was being this wanton. They were in a public place, for crying out loud, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. She was enjoying this more than she ever thought possible.
“Tell me,” he urged.
When his finger pushed inside, Sarah moaned, gripping his forearm and holding on for dear life.
“The one guy… Oh, God…” Her inner muscles clamped down on the two fingers he thrust inside her. “The one guy is kissing the woman’s back … and she’s sucking the other guy.”
“Sucking what?”
“His … dick… Dylan!” Sarah cried out when he speared her with his fingers, pumping into her, making her heart race and her blood thrum in her veins.
“Are they enjoying themselves?”
Sarah nodded.
“Do you think they notice that I’m finger-fucking you right here?”
She shook her head. “No … they don’t notice us.”
“Would they notice if I pulled my dick out and fucked you right here on this couch?”
“No.”
But Dylan didn’t do that. He continued to finger her, pushing in deep and slow.
“What about those two over there?” he whispered, nipping her neck. “To the right.”
Sarah glanced off to the right, and she stopped moving when she noticed a man and a woman watching them. They appeared innocent enough, the two of them sitting side by side, drinks in their hands as they watched what was going on around them. The man’s eyes were on Sarah.
“Do you think he notices how my fingers slide deep inside your warm, welcoming cunt, Sarah?”
Oh, yeah. That guy noticed.
“Will he take his wife back to their room later and do the same thing to her as I’m doing to you?”
Sarah moaned. She realized she was grinding her hips, trying to take more of Dylan’s fingers. She was so turned on she could hardly breathe.
“I want you to come for me, Sarah. Come all over my fingers. Then I’m going to take you back to our room, and I’m going to fuck you all damn night. In every position imaginable.”
His fingers pumped into her while his thumb circled her clit. Sarah’s fingernails dug into his shirt as she held on until the last possible second. When her orgasm crested, the room dimmed, the music was muted, and the only thing she noticed was the vibrant sound of her heart pounding in her ears.
She couldn’t believe Dylan had made her come right there in front of those people.
Did it bother her that they were watching?
Surprisingly, no.
Did it make her hotter that they were?
Quite possibly, yes.
What did that say about her?
“Relax for me, baby,” Dylan whispered.
Sarah focused on breathing. She felt as though she were outside her own body, watching as Dylan fixed her clothing, covering her completely. His warm hands caressed her, his lips gliding over her neck. She felt safe with him. As though he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.
And maybe that was why she could let go like she had.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his fingers curling beneath her chin and turning her head so she could look back at him over her shoulder.
“Better than all right,” she admitted.
And maybe that was what scared her most.
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