Page 60 of He Sees You When You’re Sleeping

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jack

Fucking Chloe in this room with everyone watching on the other side of the thin glass is most definitely a fantasy of mine, and I know it’s one of hers as well. Me wearing a mask, though not my first choice, makes this night possible without me being detected. A convenience that Chloe gushed about how erotic she thought a masked man would be.

She’s tracing her fingertips on my tattoos which makes me nervous. Flames and axes, and other classic firefighter tats mark up a majority of my chest and arms, and I’m hoping they won’t give my identity away. Luckily for me, Chloe doesn’t seem to be examining them too closely, and even if she does discover it’s me beneath the mask, is that really that bad?

My lips brush against her ear. “Can you feel their eyes on us?” I whisper, my voice low and husky and as disguised as I can possibly make it. It borders on sounding ridiculous.

Chloe gasps, her breath hitching in her throat. “Yes,” she whispers back, her voice barely audible. “It turns me on.”

“They can see your bare pussy,” I growl. “And now they’re going to see me lick every inch of it.”

Chloe whimpers as I slide my hand up her thigh, my fingers inching closer to her wetness. I can see the hungry gazes of the onlookers beyond the glass. It’s a thrill like no other, knowing that we’re the center of their attention, and I’m about to give them so much more. It’s my mission to not disappoint.

I pull her to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, exposing her fully to our audience. Chloe bites her lip, her cheeks flushing with desire as I lower myself to my knees. The scent of her arousal fills the air, casting an animalistic spell over me. I waste no time in devouring her, my tongue teasing her clit as I slide two fingers inside her.

Chloe cries out, her body vibrating with pleasure. She grabs onto my cloak, pulling me closer as I continue my relentless assault on her senses.

Jesus, she tastes good. Really good.

“Oh god,” Chloe moans, her voice breathy and desperate. “Don’t stop.”

I have no intention of stopping. I’m too far gone, lost in the taste and feel of her. I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot that makes her cry out even louder. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it relentlessly.

Chloe’s back arches off the bed as she cries out, “Jack!” even though she doesn’t realize it’s me.

Wait... did she just call out my name? I freeze, and she sits up, eyes wide.

Her gaze darts to the window, back to me, and she clears her throat. “Make them jack off to what you’re doing to me,” she clarifies.

She appears nervous, or maybe I’m the one nervous. There’s no way she could know that this is me. She’d say something surely.

Not wanting to kill the moment, I give her a smirk, nod, and lick my lips, ready to return to my task with renewed vigor.

I glance up at the glass, meeting the gaze of some of the onlookers. Some of them are touching themselves, their eyes glazed over with lust. It’s a heady feeling, knowing that Chloe and I are responsible for their pleasure.

I turn my attention back to Chloe, who’s breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I slide my fingers out of her and replace them with my tongue, lapping up her wetness as I insert three fingers inside her, spreading her wide.

Chloe’s hips buck against my face, her thighs shaking as she nears her peak. I curl my fingers inside her, searching for that spot that I know will send her over the edge. Her hands tangle in the fabric around me, pulling me closer, urging me on.

“Oh god, yes,” she moans, her voice hoarse with desire. “Right there, don’t stop!”

I increase the pressure of my tongue, flicking it rapidly over her sensitive bud as I pump my fingers in and out. The wet sounds of her pussy fill the air, mingling with Chloe’s cries of pleasure and the muffled groans from our audience.

God I want to fuck her. But not here. Not now. So instead, I focus all my energy on bringing her to climax. I want to hear her scream, to feel her body convulse around my fingers. I want to taste her release on my tongue.

Jesus Christ her taste... It’s like honey, sweet and intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I lap at her greedily, my tongue delving deeper, exploring every fold and crevice. Her thighs clamp around my head, holding me in place as her hips grind against my masked face. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls starting to flutter around my fingers.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chants, her hips bucking wildly against my face.

I redouble my efforts, sucking her clit into my mouth.

She gasps, her body quivering as she climbs higher and higher toward her climax. I can feel her walls tightening around my fingers, and I know she’s close. I suck on her clit harder, flicking my tongue over it rapidly as she cries out, her body convulsing with pleasure.

I don’t stop until she’s fully ridden out her orgasm, her body limp and spent. I pull back, licking my lips as I savor the taste of her. She opens her eyes, looking up at me with a satisfied smile on her face.

“That was amazing,” she says, her voice husky and full of desire. “But it’s your turn now.”

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