Page 68 of Midnight Whispers

I lean in so only the two of them can hear me. “Fuck off, Sid.”

He turns his head in my direction. “Why should I? We’ve shared before. Many times. What makes her different?”

Everything I want to tell him, but now is not the time or place. We’re supposed to be the leaders here, and everyone looks to us to set the standard.

“Save it for someplace else, and get your hands off of her.”

He chuckles and releases her. “Haven’t seen you like this since?—”

“Enough!” I snap before he finishes the sentence.

He turns around and disappears into the crowd.

I set my hand on Cinder’s lower back. “Sorry about that. He and I had it out last month, and he’s clearly not over it. That was about the two of us, not you.”

“Is he always so… antagonistic?”

I shake my head. “No, usually he’s trying to make people think he’s more civilized. That’s what worries me.”

Whatever. There’s nothing to be done about it at the moment.

“C’mon. Let’s go get a drink, and I’ll introduce you to people.”

An hour later, I catch Tristan’s eye and nod toward my private room down the hall. He nods back.

I lean into Cinder and inhale her jasmine scent. “You ready for some fun?”

Her breath hitches, and she gives me a small nod. I look at Rapsody, who’s she’s chatting with.

“I’m going to steal her for the evening now. Have fun.” I wink, and Rapsody blushes.

Taking Cinder’s hand, I lead her down the hallway and unlock my personal room, bringing her inside. The room is dark and filled with the same music that plays in the main area. There’s a bed against one wall and a dresser with various toys we could put into practice. There’s also a bondage and milking table, which is where we’re going to have our fun tonight.

As soon as we’re in the room, I draw Cinder in for a kiss. I’m the only one who’s ever going to kiss her from now on. I’m sure some guys would think it’s messed up to want your woman to suck off someone else but not kiss them. For me, kissing is about intimacy whereas the rest is about physical pleasure. I don’t want her sharing that intimacy with anyone but me.

She wraps her arms around my neck and returns the kiss. The leather of her top sticks to my bare chest while I palm the back of her head, pushing my fingers through her blonde hair. I sense the door of my room opening when the music gets louder for a moment, but I don’t break the kiss.

Instead, I move my hands to her back and unzip her top, pulling away briefly to pull it up over her head, tossing it aside. When I move back in to continue our kiss, I slide down the zipper on her skirt, letting it drop to her feet.

The press of her hard nipples on my chest feels so good that I can’t resist. I bend and suck one of her nipples, biting down on the tip and causing her hands to fly to the back of my head. Her fingernails run along my scalp as I devour her tit.

Tristan has been undressing behind her this whole time, watching us. He steps up behind her, whispering a kiss on her bare shoulder, and she startles, then meets my gaze and relaxes in my arms. His hand comes around, lifting her tit, offering it to me, and I wrap my lips around the nipple while his other hand delves between her legs. Cinder sighs when he touches her clit, her back falling to his chest.

I pull away from her breast and step back, wanting to admire them. I picture Tristan’s cock nestled between her sculpted ass cheeks and watch as he pumps his hips into her.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” I say to him.

His eyes lift from kissing her neck, and he nods, running his fingers through her folds and squeezing her tit with his other hand. “These fucking tits, man.” He kisses her neck, and she leans her head back, offering him more access.

“Make her come, and maybe I’ll let you fuck them.”

His grin says that’s an easy task.

Tristan walks around her and settles on his knees in front of her. I watch as he dives right in between her legs, mouth feasting on her cunt, fingers between her legs. Cinder grips his head to keep her balance, breathing heavily and rocking her pussy against his mouth. It’s hot as fuck that she maintains eye contact with me the whole time.

I undress while I watch them, first removing my boots, then my pants until I’m standing there naked, cock straining toward her as though it’s a heat-seeking missile, and she is my target.

Her eyes flare once before she cries out and holds his head to her mound, riding out her orgasm. So. Fucking. Hot.

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