And then the realization hit—why not?
He hissed as she tugged at the metal tab holding back the solid rock in his pants. But he didn’t stop her. Not then, and not when she reached in and wrapped her fingers around the thick heat she found.
It was dark enough around them she didn’t think anyone could see what she was doing, even if they could pry their eyes away from the stage.
Jim shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it casually over his lap, easing his hips forward on the couch and laying his head on the backrest.
Lillie lifted onto her knees far enough to press her lips to his cheek. “Okay?”
Luckily something happened on stage at the same moment he let out a loud Ha, his exclamation buried under the applause and ooooohs and ahhhhhs.
“Tell me every dirty thing you want me to do to you,” Jim growled.
Lillie sucked in a quick breath. She stroked her palm over the soft head of his cock, spreading the moisture she found. “Right now?”
“Right now,” he whispered. “As long as you keep talking, I’ll let you keep stroking me. Let’s see who can last longer.”
As a challenge, something seemed off. “You’re going to come if I keep touching you.”
Another loud burst of applause from the audience.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” he insisted. “Or do you want me to touch you? Find a place where anyone could watch us, and for me to put my fingers on your pretty pussy?”
Lillie swallowed hard. “Um…no.”
She quickly thought of things she wanted to tell him, because if he kept talking? It didn’t matter whether he was touching her or not, she would be squirming so hard someone would figure out what was going on.
“I like you touching me,” she confessed, “but not where anyone can see us. I think it would be fun to be in total darkness. Not knowing where you would touch me next.” She pulled his cock free and stroked, rolling her hand up the length slowly.
He caught her wrist and brought her fingers to his mouth, licking her palm before replacing it around his erection. This time her hand slid smoother, and she resumed the slow, steady pulse.
“I’d like to try sex in the dark,” she stated firmly. “Not as if you’re chasing me, because I might get scared. But more like a treasure hunt. You’d have to touch me slowly, learning what I felt like since you wouldn’t be able to see me.”
Just like now, as she learned what he felt like. Her gaze fixed on stage as she concentrated on the subtle changes in his body on every rise and fall of her fist over his cock.
“And in the shower. Somewhere wet, although I don’t think a Jacuzzi is a good idea because it might be too hot, but a shower would be neat. Moisture would run down your body, and I’d lick it away. And you could rub us together, so slippery and warm that when you push into me it would be as if our entire bodies were connected.”
His cock jerked in her hand, more than slick enough now as precome spilled from the tip and over her palm. He covered her hand with his own, increasing the pressure and speed.
The challenge wasn’t over. Lillie squared her mental shoulders and went for broke. “But the one I want the most is from behind. Your big, strong body over top of me, your arms caging me in, but protecting me. I can feel you touching every part of my back—your groin tight to my butt. You would be so hard against me, and then you’d reach around and play with me. My breasts, between my legs…”
She shivered, her rhythm over his erection faltering as the images she described made her body ache. He kept the pace going, but now it was ninety percent his effort moving her hand over him as she concentrated on finishing.
“You’d rock between my legs—”
“My cock,” Jim demanded in a low growl as a clash of cymbals went off, and a performer soared across the open air. “Say it. Say you want my cock between your legs.”
“Yes.” Her breathing stuttered, increasing in tempo along with the music rising around them as the first act built to its stunning finale. “I want your…cock…between my legs, pumping back and forth. I can feel it rubbing over my…pussy. Getting you all wet, until you stop teasing and push into me all at once. Thick and hot and oh-so-good.”
He made a noise in his throat.
She probably sounded as hoarse as him.
“And then you…fuck me. Hard.”
“Lillie…” He closed his eyes, scrambling under the coat with his left hand. His fingers closed over hers as a stream of heat escaped, making her stickier as together they pulled another rasping gasp from him.
She squeezed her legs together, attempting to calm her breathing as the room exploded with shouts and bangs, the concluding crescendo of the first performance synchronizing with the final jerks of his climax.
A smile stretched her lips. Even turned on and aching, she had never felt more satisfied. At least, not until he stole her away during the third act, took her back to his suite and proceeded to do everything she’d suggested.
All night long.
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