Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [93]
Her pleasure multiplied, and she knew she would come soon. “Oh baby, lick me,” she begged Damon, loving the sight of his beautiful dark eyes between her legs. “Lick my pussy.”
Damon responded by latching his mouth around her swollen clit, making her cry out and squeeze her breasts harder. He sucked, pulling the hot nub deep, deeper, and just as the woman on the dais released Anthony’s penis from her mouth to cry out in orgasm, Brenna’s hit, too.
She heard her own hot sobs, not caring if she drew attention, only responding to the heavy pulses of pleasure arcing through her, again, again. And on the dais, two of the men came inside the blonde, thrusting and groaning, the three of them now undulating together in waves of flesh as Brenna’s climax slowly faded.
As for Anthony, he didn’t come. His cock was long, hard—almost pretty in that way a perfectly shaped phallus could be. And at first, Brenna wondered why he didn’t finish, but then it occurred to her that most guys could only muster so many hard-ons a night and that maybe he needed to save it for the good of his job.
“How ya doin’?” Damon asked, crawling up beside her in the bed.
She felt positively dreamy, even with all the other sex acts still taking place around them. “Mmm—very well, thanks to your expert tongue.”
Playfully, he leaned to flick it across one nipple. “My tongue likes you, too.”
Just then, a toga-clad girl paused by their bed holding glasses of wine. “To parch your thirst,” she said.
They took the wine, thanking her, and Brenna realized the employees must keep an eye on who was doing what if they were adept enough to deliver drinks after orgasms. The wine went down sweet and tingly, and when Brenna kissed Damon she tasted both Chardonnay and her own juices mixing together.
“I want your cock,” she told him boldly—no hesitation.
“It’s right here,” he said, just as he had last night. “All you have to do is take it.”
Glancing down, she saw his erection making a sizable tent of his toga. And she realized that, strangely, shockingly…she wanted something more than just his cock.
Something more extreme.
“I want you to fuck me there.” She pointed to the dais in the center of all the beds, now occupied by two girls and a guy. Both females were topless, wearing only little white skirts and gold Roman-esque heels much like her own. One stood kissing the guy while the other knelt at his feet, reaching up under his toga, clearly preparing to give him a blow job.
“Really?” Damon asked, casting probably the most surprised expression she’d ever seen on him. He seemed not to even notice the goings-on in the middle of the room.
She nodded, not stopping to question it. “I don’t know why I want it, and I can’t believe I want it—but I want it. I want you to fuck me in front of all these people. I want them to see you giving it to me, want them to see me take it, want them to see our pleasure.”
Damon’s breath grew shallow—he clearly remained somewhere between shock and desire. “I’d love to fuck you there, babe—but, like I told you, only people who work here get to do that. The sex is orchestrated, like a porn movie.”
In her lust, she’d forgotten the rules. And suddenly, being told she couldn’t, Brenna grew desperate to live out this brand-new, unexpected fantasy. If she didn’t, it would be like…like there was more of her wild journey yet to take, like she hadn’t reached her full erotic potential, the potential Damon had uncovered.
Scanning the room, she spotted Anthony, who had put his toga back on. “Ask your friend. Maybe they’ll make an exception.”
Damon just blinked. “You really want this, don’t you?”
She nodded, feeling outrageous and feral and ready—and also earnest. “I want to show you how dirty I can be, Damon. I want to be…the sex partner of your dreams.”
He lifted a hand to her face. “You already are, Brenna.”
Her heart felt as if it physically lifted. “I am?”
“I’ve fucked a lot of girls, babe, but…”
She bit her lip. “But what?”
“Most of them are…bad girls from the start.