Page 7 of Puck Shy

I nod, pushing my ass toward her as she inserts another finger inside of me. Nia works me for only a minute, sliding her fingers around and curling them to hit my G-spot. I shudder as her fingers are replaced by the vibrator. She turns it on at a low setting then stands, wiping the wetness on my ass. Fuck, she’s amazing at this.

“Golden Boy,” she shouts to Lucas. My body tightens at her words. “Care to assist?”

“I will if he won’t!” a woman calls from the crowd, and people chuckle.

My breath stays hitched in my throat as I wait for his response. We don’t get a verbal answer, though; instead, I hear the squeak of the stage as he steps onto it.

“You okay with this?” Nia asks, bending so her lips are at my ear.

I want to say, Umm, are you joking? Hell to the yes! But instead, I let out an airy “Yes,” my tone so needy that she laughs.

“Let’s have some fun, huh?” she answers back.

All I can do is nod.

Chapter four

Lucas

I can’t say I’m mad about how this night is turning out. Quite the opposite. I didn’t hesitate when Cherry’s friend invited me up on stage. I probably should’ve, but at this point, my dick is thinking for me.

Watching Cherry strip and being touched by another woman. Fuuuck me. And when she threw her panties in my lap? I took that as a green light—she wants me. She’s just as turned on by me as I am by her.

The woman in white comes to stand in front of me. “If you don’t want to do something, say stop. Understand, Golden Boy?”

I nod, my heart racing at her question. I’m really about to do a scene in front of an entire room of people I don’t know. “I understand.”

She grins, her rich brown painted lips shimmering with red from kissing Cherry. “Do I have permission to touch you?” she asks me then.

I move my gaze from hers to look down at the naked woman who’s given me the most painful hard-on of my life. Cherry’s staring at me with upturned lips, her brow raised in question. I don’t know why I feel like I need to get her okay. We just met, and we’re at a sex party, so it’s not like either of us are off-limits to other people. She’s also currently in a scene with another partner. Like she senses my internal debate, her face softens, and she nods her head in permission.

Feeling better, I look back into the brown-eyed stare of the woman next to me. She looks like an angel in her white outfit and mask. And since I don’t know her name, either, “Angel” is how I’ll refer to her for now. “You do.”

Her hands go to my half-open shirt as she begins to unbutton the rest of it. She pulls the fabric from my pants, and I help her remove it from my arms. The room isn’t cold, but my body reacts as if it is, chills racing up my spine in anticipation. Since I’ve never been to this club’s events before, I don’t know how far these shows go. But I guess I’m about to find out.

Once my shirt is on the floor, she pulls at my belt, wasting no time shucking it from the loops. The metal makes a clunking sound as it hits the stage, and I hear Cherry groan.

“She likes what she sees,” Angel says. “I do, too.”

Cherry gasps, and my gaze moves over her now shaking body. Angel chuckles, and I see she’s produced a remote from her bra. My cock jumps in my pants as Cherry’s red-painted fingernails dig into the carpet, her eyes closing from the upped sensations of the vibrator in her pussy. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

A hand on my stomach turns my attention to Angel. She drags one of her long fingernails up my abs, tracing the defined muscles. She stops when she gets to the large tattoo of a griffin I have spanning my ribs that I got in college on a whim.

“Sexy,” Angel says, pressing the plus button on the controller again. Cherry moans wildly, a sound that goes straight to my crotch.

While I’m distracted by the beauty of her writhing on all fours, Angel unzips my pants and pushes them to the floor. I step out of them without being told, enjoying the way I feel all the eyes in the room go to the bulge under my white briefs.

“Golden Boy, you sure are full of surprises.” Angel smiles, bringing her hand up to cup me through the fabric. I hiss at the pressure then groan low in my throat. It’s been awhile since a hand that isn’t mine has touched my cock, and it feels fucking great.

“You’re delicious,” Angel purrs.

I grin. “My cock or me?”

She leans forward and licks my cheek. “Both.”

Instinctually, I grab her hips and press my straining erection against her stomach. She looks up at me, the white of her mask and the overhead light making the brown pools of her eyes shine. “Horny boy,” she tsks, but instead of pulling away, she thrusts her hips slightly so that I can’t help but grunt from the contact.

“Can you blame me?” I ask.

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