Page 47 of Watch Me

I can’t take my eyes off the bull hovering over me. The intimidating anonymity of his mask and the bulging power of his chest and arms conflate with the long stroking lines of pleasure David is drawing up through my core until they’re all indistinguishable. It’s as if the bull himself is drawing my orgasm to the surface, using David’s tongue as an extension of himself, and I need to feel and touch him desperately.

“Please,” I whisper, my head tilted up towards him, my body laid out before him like an offering. “Let me suck you.”

My lust knows no bounds. I want this stranger’s dick in my mouth. I want cum everywhere. I’m in the full, uninhibited heart of my need.

“Fuck, honey,” says the bull, resting his hands on either side of my head so that he’s right over me. “That’s a tempting offer, but I’m only a spectator tonight.”

David sits up, huffing a laugh. “All business and no pleasure, is it?”

Irritation snakes through me. I miss David’s mouth, and I don’t know why the bull is rebuffing me. “What?” I ask, confusion mixed with impatience. David laughs again.

“I’m an investor,” says the bull. “I’m only here as an observer.”

“An observer with a broken heart,” says David. “But this young lady will have a broken heart, too, if we don’t give her what she needs.”

He lowers his head again, covering my clit with his lips and then sucking it softly into his mouth, and I gasp and writhe on the bed, my momentary irritation forgotten.

“Good lord,” breathes the bull. “It’s been a long time since I saw a mouth as beautiful as yours.”

“Then fuck it,” I invite him, between gasping breaths.

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Everything has a fluid, surreal quality to it. I’m like Clara in The Nutcracker, whisked away to a world of fantasy by an older man—and in this case his friend, too. Or like Alice in Alice in Wonderland, down the rabbit-hole. Of all the stages I’ve been on, and all the performances I’ve given, none has ever been like this, though. As a dancer, I have to be in control of my body, but this performance is all about losing myself.

David licks long, wide strokes over my clit, while the bull unzips his leather pants and mutters, “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” before running the velvety, veiny underside of his cock over my lips and tongue. He’s huge and thick, much bigger than I expected, and I turn my head to face him, eager to take him into my mouth even though I can’t fit his whole length. His hips block my view of the window, so I can’t see the faces looking in—the faces looking at my naked body, seeing the obscenity of the man between my legs and the one in my mouth. I have to imagine them, all those spectators, and when I do, I surprise myself by coming violently. The bull’s cock falls out of my mouth and I screw up my eyes and my whole body contracts in on itself, and then David and the bull are chuckling warmly and with admiration, getting up and moving away. I can see the faces in the window again—dozens of people watching me with unabashed interest, as if I were a creature in a zoo.

David whispers in my ear, my own David who just made me come so hard I’m half blind, and who has no idea how the unspoken pact between us has been broken.

“I’d like to see you ride him,” he’s saying. “Do you want to fuck?”

I’m nodding. Yes, yes, I want to. I can hardly believe I’m here, doing these things. This is actually happening.

For far too long, sex has been more complicated than it should be for me. For five months I had a boyfriend who didn’t want to fuck me. Then one week of earth-shattering sex with Nick, followed by six months of moping over him. Six months of no one else being good enough, so there was no one else.

Maybe no one will ever be as good as Nick. But I have a life to get on with.

I sit up on my elbows and watch David and the bull put their heads together and speak quietly—it almost looks like David is trying to convince the bull of something, which I choose not to dwell on—and then the bull walks over to me and leans in and says, “Are you sure about this?”

Yes, I nod. I’m quite sure.

He straightens up and pulls his pants all the way off, his enormous dick bobbing with his motion, and pure lust rocks through me. He’s exceptionally thick and rock hard. I’m about to more than make up for months of celibacy all at once.

“It’s a Magnum,” says David with a wink as he hands the bull a condom, and the bull rips it open and rolls it down his huge shaft before lowering himself over me.

I’m trembling with anticipation as he aligns the head of his cock with my entrance, and I gasp with shock and pleasure as he slowly pushes into me, my mind going blank until all that exists is this giant man thrusting inside me, spreading me open in the most literal sense. I melt into the bed, giving myself over to him completely.

“Are you okay?” he checks, his deep voice surprisingly soft, and I’m heartfelt as I whisper back.

“Yes. Yes.”

It’s been an unimaginable amount of time since a man made me feel this way, not since I was with Nick, and sex is so much better than I even remembered.

The bull makes a low, involuntary sound in his throat and cups his hands under my ass as he drives into me again, making me cry out.

In minutes, a familiar electricity is crackling in my core, my insides clenching around his girth, and before I know it, I’m coming again, clutching the bull’s muscular back as he drives into my pulsing heat.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans in my ear, thrusting harder. “Holy shit.”

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