Page 6 of Puck Shy

Her coffee-colored eyes are gentle as she skirts her hand down the side of my face over my mask, gripping my chin where it still burns from Lucas’s touch. She smiles warmly, and I nod, letting her know I’m okay and ready.

Nia leans forward and kisses me again, the pads of her lips soft and pliant against mine. Her tongue wastes no time delving into my mouth, and I moan when her hand trails down the side of my waist to grip my hip. Her touch is always gentle, unless I’m being punished, and her skin is soft. She knows how I like things, so I always feel safe to let myself be free with her.

I’ve known since I was in college, maybe even before then, that I’m polysexual. I’m attracted to and have been romantically involved with different genders. And separately, I’m also allergic to commitment. Even the ex that introduced me to this club was more like a consistent sex partner and friend than a boyfriend. He was the one who wanted more, and I was the one who couldn’t give it to him.

I’m twenty-eight, but I feel like I still have a lot of life to live and so much to experience. I also don’t know what the hell I want to be when I grow up, even though I’m technically grown. So serious relationships just haven’t been on my agenda. Especially since my concern lately has been paying my bills.

“Focus on me,” Nia says against my lips. I kiss her back, deeper this time, while she slips her hand beneath the waistband of my thong. A gasp escapes me when she runs two fingers over my sensitive clit.

“Jesus, you’re already so wet,” she groans, her mouth sucking on my pulse point. “Maybe we should ask your hottie to join.”

I bite my lip as she spreads my arousal over my pussy lips, teasing my swollen clit more. I wonder if Lucas would join us. I’m going to guess yes. In my experience, not very many men would turn down a threesome with two women. Though I’m not sure he’d want to be put on display in front of this whole room, given who he is. Even if he said he wants to fuck me in front of a mirror while people watch, I’ll believe it when it happens. For all I know, that was something he said in the moment.

“Turn around,” Nia says, her breath hot against my ear.

I do as she asks, turning to face the back of the room. There are a few people in front staring up at us with rapt attention. I can hear soft sounds of feminine moaning coming from the darkness and wish I could see what’s happening.

While people might find being someone’s live porn show gross, I think it’s flattering. Growing up, I hated my body. I was super self-conscious of my fat and stretch marks. But when I’m in this club, it’s different. Honoring my body sexually, showing it off in front of others and allowing it to be worshiped like the temple it is, only helps my confidence. Though I’m still working on it when I’m outside of these walls. But who doesn’t have insecurities, especially in the daylight?

Nia presses her body into my back and wraps one of her hands around my throat, trailing the other down my chest and back toward the V between my legs.

“Look at two o’clock,” she whispers, her teeth tugging on my earlobe. I whine at the sensation, her hand squeezing my airway slightly as she pinches my clit. “He’s watching.” She squeezes my throat tighter.

“Fuck,” I groan, eyes scanning where she told me to look. When my gaze connects with winter-blue eyes staring at me from behind a gold mask, my body shivers. Lucas is sitting on a chair that’s on the edge of where the light fades to dark. But I make a note that he’s chosen to sit in the light, not hiding himself. Which only turns me on more. I like that he’s comfortable here, even with how big of a star he’s become.

“He can’t take his eyes off you, Gorgeous. What do you say we give him a show he’ll never forget?” She taps my clit as she says it, and I jump.

“Yes” is all I can breathe out. My body is too jacked on hormones and adrenaline to say much more than that.

Nia pulls her hand from my underwear and steps back. “Strip,” she commands, loud enough for the crowd to hear. “Give our guests a little show.”

There are a few sounds of agreement from our audience, but I pay no attention to them, keeping my eyes on the man who so far has only lived in my dreams.

He licks his lips, watching me closely as I start to move my hands to the front snap on my bra. The music switches to “Kiss It Better” by Rihanna as I let my breasts fall free of their confines. They drop heavily against my ribcage, the cool air making my nipples tighten. Lucas’s eyes move to my chest, and I use the moment to let mine find the outline of his cock pressing against the front of his pants. I felt his erection on my stomach in the hallway, and it was clear he’s very gifted in that department. But seeing it from the stage, holy bananas. When he fucks me, he’s going to split me in two.

As I remove the bra straps from my shoulders, I find his face again. His eyes are no longer on my chest but waiting for me to look at him. The grin on his face tells me he knows what I’m thinking. He blows me a kiss like I did to him earlier, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

Throwing my bra to the stage, I brush my fingers across my collarbone then down until I’m cupping my breasts. I flick my nipples, and Nia praises me for giving the people what they want. Lucas’s pink lips part as my hands travel down my round stomach, unlacing the little corset I have cinching my waist. I take a deep breath, filling the space that was pulled tight with air. While the corset makes me look hotter, it’s also not that comfortable, but I knew I wouldn’t be wearing it for long.

Once that’s out of the way, I place my fingers in the band of my thong. Lucas hasn’t stopped staring at me, and my skin feels as if it’s on fire. When I start to slide the little scrap of material down my legs, I watch as Lucas moves his hand to palm his hard length. In that split second, I almost want to abandon the stage so I can open his slacks and wrap my lips around his very prominent arousal. But instead, I step out of my now soaked thong and slingshot it. Directly into Lucas’s lap.

The crowd cheers at the action. The grin on Lucas’s face widens to show a lone dimple on his right cheek as he picks up the underwear. I expect him to pocket them, but instead he examines the material. His eyes flirt to mine when he sees how wet they are. Then, after a moment, he lifts them to his nose and inhales. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his eyes never leaving mine.

Then his smile turns devious as he holds the thong out so the crowd can see. He spreads the fabric to show the darkened area that was just between my pussy lips. Some of the people praise me for being a good girl, some yell for a turn to smell them, but Lucas ignores their words. After he’s shown them off for as long as he likes, he spins them around on his finger a few times before putting them on his knee. Displaying their wetness like a prize.

My entire body simmers, and a rush of fresh arousal makes my thighs sticky. If he’d done that a few months ago, I would have been embarrassed. But my time at the club has taught me to embrace and move past any shame or humiliation I feel in scenes. Instead, those feelings are now things that turn me on. And I enjoy the way he’s shown off how hot and bothered he and Nia have made me.

“Come over here, Gorgeous,” Nia says. “I think they liked your show. Especially Golden Boy over there.”

Lucas purses his lips, and I see his chest shake with laughter at being called out. Nia doesn’t realize that calling him Golden Boy applies to more than just his mask. I’m sure half the room knows who he is—his dark hair and blue eyes are damn recognizable. Especially if you’re a hockey fan or watch any streaming service these days.

I pry my eyes off Lucas and move to Nia. She’s set out one of the most comfortable pillows on the ground, and next to it, I see one of the toys I brought. It’s a small, smooth vibrator that can go into my ass or vagina.

“Get on all fours, ass facing out,” she says to me. My breath catches at her firm tone. Nia and I had sort of outlined tonight’s show like we usually do, but she’s gone off track. Not that I can say I mind.

I kneel on the pillow then place my hands on the carpet that’s been laid out so I’m in position. My ass is to Lucas, so I can’t see his reaction, but it makes me even wetter knowing he can see me so open and on display. Nia then bends at her waist so she can run a hand down my back, pressing her white manicured nails into my skin enough that I know she’s leaving red marks. I arch inward, feeling my breasts sway and my pussy pulse.

“So pretty,” she praises, her fingers slipping down the crack of my ass and dipping into my pussy. “You like this, Gorgeous Girl?”

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