Page 5 of Puck Shy

She expels a low hum. “And if I want to watch you?”

“You can watch us in the mirror while everyone sees how many times I make you come,” I say boldly.

She bites her lip. “On your hand or on your cock?” Her eyes flash down to the outline of my erection before meeting my gaze again.

“Which one do you want?”

“Depends.”

I smirk. “On what?”

“Do you know how to use said cock?”

I tilt her chin up and get close enough to her that she feels my hard length press into her stomach. “I know what you’re doing, Cherry,” I say, my eyes watching those pretty red lips.

Her long lashes flutter. “Do you?”

“You’re winding me up.”

She smirks. “Is it working?”

“Yes.”

A door behind us opens, and several people walk out. I know they’re looking at what’s unfolding between us, but I don’t care. There’s a reason I was about to enter a room for voyeurism. I like to watch and be watched.

“We’re up, Gorgeous,” a soft female voice says off to our side.

My cherry-lipped woman pulls her chin from my hand and winks. “See you inside, MVP.” She moves out of my space before I can say another word and takes the hand of the woman who interrupted us.

My eyes track them as they make their way into the voyeur room. The woman who took her hand is beautiful as well. She’s shorter and slightly less curvy than Cherry, her brown skin accentuated by the white mask, bra, and thong she’s wearing. She also has one of those little half-corset things my mystery woman in red has on.

I meet the green eyes of Cherry. She smiles demurely at me as the door starts to close and blows me a kiss. I catch it like an idiot, and she laughs. Then, I do the only thing I want to do right now. I walk into the room behind her to see where the rest of the night takes me. Something tells me I’m in for the ride of my life.

Chapter three

Stevie

When I saw the profile of the man in a gold mask, it took me all of two seconds to realize who he was. I’d recognize the square jawline of Lucas McKnight from a hundred yards away. Not to mention those broad shoulders and that dark hair I’ve wanted to run my fingers through since the moment I saw him play his first college hockey game.

I worry my bottom lip as I think about what just happened between us in the hallway. Even though I let on I know who he is, I don’t think he knows me. We haven’t met in person before. I’ve met his identical twin, Leo, but him? The Captain and center of the Seattle Stormbreakers? My forever hockey crush and obsession since I was seventeen years old? No, I haven’t. There hasn’t been a reason to meet. And I doubt he’s seen a picture of me since he hasn’t been to my parents’ house and my face isn’t all over the internet like my sister’s is.

Sure, Riley and I look similar in body type and eye color. But I have our natural brown hair color, and I’m shorter than her. She also has a way better ass than me. Though by the way Lucas was looking, he liked what he saw. Which automatically gave me the confidence boost I need for the show I’m about to put on.

“Who’s the hottie?” my friend, Nia, asks quietly as we make our way toward the small stage in the center of the room.

“He’s someone I kind of know,” I answer her, not able to get into the specifics right now. I glance back over my shoulder and see a few people enter the room, but I don’t see Lucas, at least not yet.

This room is small, but the way they’ve set it up—with a portable square stage in the center of the room stacked with pillows and some sex toys Nia and I brought for the show we agreed to put on—is perfect. It’s large enough for room to play but also not too big to make us feel like we’re being swallowed up. Couches and more pillows adorn the perimeter of the room, which are mostly covered in darkness. A few pillows and blankets are also laid out around the edge of the stage for those who want to get up close and personal with us.

I’m not fazed by the packed room nor by the fact that in a minute, people will be watching my friend fuck me in front of them while they masturbate or engage in sex of their own. But I am fazed by the fact that my sister’s partner’s famous twin hit on me and made my panties wet at a sex party, and now he’s probably going to watch me get off in front of a room full of mostly strangers.

I take a deep breath and squeeze Nia’s hand. She calms me. We’ve been performing with each other for about a year now, ever since we met. I’d been in the group room, and she’d joined in with me and another man. We had some instant sexual chemistry that couldn’t be denied. One thing led to another, and we were asked to put on a show together twice a month. It pays quite a bit, which is nice since my crap job as a social media manager doesn’t leave me with extra money to spare.

“You ready?” Nia asks, breaking me from my thoughts.

I nod, and she kisses me gently as we step onto the stage. No formal announcement is made that anything is starting, but the room goes quiet enough that we can hear “Please Me” by Cardi B & Bruno Mars filtering through the speakers. I let the song wash over me and exhale a long breath. This time, I give myself a pep talk and get ready to have some no-strings-attached fun.

Nia takes on the more dominant role in our scenarios. It’s what she likes and feels comfortable with, so I let her. I’m especially glad for it today since my interaction with Lucas a minute ago has my head spinning.

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