Page 24 of Watch Me

I can’t help it; I whimper.

“That’s right. But he won’t touch you. He’ll watch, and he’ll want you, but I’ll take every sinful pleasure your body has to offer.”

The man knows how to talk to me. With a few choice words, he utterly unwinds me.

Then he tugs on the tie securing the skirt around my waist and slips the last button free. My skirt flutters to the stage. Now I’m wearing nothing but my very damp thong.

He lowers his hands to my hips again, forcing my sex down on his thigh once more. To the music, we sway, his impressive erection brushing my belly, inciting more hunger. My need to come grows, expanding until I’m moaning, muttering words of nonsense and need.

“Please. Please!”

“I’ll give you all you can take. Then,querida, I’ll give you more.”

He barely finishes whispering the promise when he bends my back over his arm, arching my breasts up so he can feast on them again. My nipples are so hard under his tongue, and no matter how he licks, suckles, or bites, I only want more.

To be so lost in the moment, in the sensation, stuns and amazes me. For all the times I wondered if I’m “normal” because I don’t respond to a man’s touch, I now have my answer. I respond to Alejandro. To Del standing now, his eyes on me. To the forbidden burn of everything that might transpire tonight.

Still bent over Alejandro’s arm, I lock my stare with Del’s, to entice him with what he can’t have. And though the room is upside down from this vantage, I can’t miss the small crowd filing in. Men. More than five, fewer than a dozen, they all have tense bodies, hot eyes.

“Fuck, she’s hot,” murmurs a total stranger.

Del stands in the middle of them, fists clenching at his sides. “She is that.”

“They want you,” Alejandro murmurs against my neck. “And I want to show them what they’re missing.”

Before I can process what he means, Alejandro spins me around to face the audience. Oh, god. They stand a mere five feet away. So close I swear I can feel their hot breaths on my skin. I recognize Dimples. His smile is gone, replaced by seething want and an erection a blind woman can’t miss.

He and the rest of the crowd are focused on my bare breasts, loose and heavy as Alejandro forces my hips to maintain the rhythm of the music.

Collective groans resound, sending a rush of desire inside me. Can I actually come simply from being watched?

Since I frequently have trouble orgasming during masturbation, simply letting loose here, now, is a heady, wonderful thought.

Alejandro slides his palms down my arms, still behind me, rocking to the beat of the music. Then he grasps my wrists and lifts my hands above my head until they encircle his neck.

Another chorus of groans erupt from the audience. A quick glance down proves the new pose raises my breasts, makes my nipples stand straight out like an invitation.

“Don’t move,” Alejandro commands. “Just feel…and let go.”

I give him a shaky nod, wondering, eager—aching—for whatever he plans next.

I don’t have to wait long. A moment later, his fingertips trail down the side of my breast, across the flat of my abdomen, and disappear right into my tiny wet thong.

He gives me no time to absorb the fact he's fondling me in public—and that I love it—before his fingers zero in on my clit. A brush, a rub. An electric spark. Tingles dance through my sex, in my belly, down my thighs. The tension ratchets up until I can barely breathe.

“You going to come for them?” Alejandro whispers in my ear.

I nod erratically.

“You going to come for me?”

“Yes!” I bite my lip to keep from screaming as the ache deepens into something nearly unbearable.

With the music throbbing in my ears, Alejandro’s fingers shoving me past the breaking point, and nearly a dozen sets of hot male eyes focused on me, I come apart.

My hoarse cry erupts above the music. My eyes close, and pleasure washes over me, sharp, golden, unbelievable.

Nothing has ever been like this. Nothing has ever prepared me for the addicting rush of pure sensation lighting up my body.Oh. My. God.

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