Page 64 of The Broker

The brutal way Travis moved took a toll on everyone—not just Lilith.

Was he aware when he’d edged her, he’d edged the audience? Our restlessness shifted and tension built, climbing toward release. People wanted to fuck, or wanted to get off, or wanted to make someone else do that. There was a pulse running through us, beating in time with his furious tempo, and then speeding ahead to match her desperate gasps and whimpers of satisfaction.

Charlotte’s legs were crossed, and I noticed the way her thigh muscles tensed. Was she squeezing that muscle deep inside her to give her a hit of pleasure?

When I thought about touching her, the warning in my head stayed quiet this time. Perhaps it had been destroyed in the heat of this night, burned away. I leaned over until my shoulder touched hers and brought my mouth close.

“Would you like me,” I whispered, “to do you another favor tonight?”

She didn’t take her gaze off the couple on stage, but she didn’t need to. I felt the shudder roll through her shoulders and heard the enormous breath she pulled in. She liked my offervery much.

She pressed her shoulder back against mine and lifted her chin, turning her head toward mine, while still keeping her gaze fixed on the bench like a diehard voyeur. “Only if I get to do you a favor too.”

Warmth raced through me. “What a hard bargain you drive.”

I showed her I agreed to her terms by placing my hand on her thigh. I didn’t ask if she was okay with me touching her, because I’d gotten ahead of myself, but as I suspected, she was okay with it.

More than okay, because as soon as she registered what I’d done, she uncrossed her legs and pulled my hand up so it rested on her inner thigh just beneath her skirt. The action made my head cloud with smoke.

Shit, she was dangerously confident and sexy.

When she’d texted me the picture earlier tonight, I’d cursed her short skirt. It was so teasing and... tempting. Maybe I would have been better at keeping my hands to myself if she’d worn pants, but honestly? They probably wouldn’t have been a deterrent. They’d only have slowed us down.

I didn’t move my hand when it was nestled between her legs. Just the heat of it against her smooth, warm skin was enough. Plus, she didn’t need the reminder—we were both well aware of its location.

The violent slaps of Travis’s hips against Lilith’s ass were staccato and relentless. When he let go of the wrists he’d been holding behind her back, he latched a hand in her hair, gripping close to the scalp at the top of her head. It was so he could pull her up off the bench, making her arch like a bow.

Her tits bounced with his rough thrusts, and her moans swelled, signaling to everyone that she was close. Maybe only seconds away from losing control. He used his hold on her hair to turn her face toward the audience.

Fucking her like this was a workout, and he asked it through his labored breaths. “Are you going to come?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Yeah?Showus,” he demanded.

It wasn’t clear if he meant him and Clay... or the audience, but she showed everyone anyway. Her mouth dropped open, rounding with a silent ‘oh,’ and a full body shudder washed through her. He kept pounding into her throughout her orgasm, and the sight of this explosion of pleasure snapped the last of the control in me.

I moved my fingers on the hand wedged between Charlotte’s thighs, just a little, but it was more than enough to draw a reaction from her, even though I was still a few inches from her pussy. Her tiny gasp was nearly drowned out by the loud moans coming from Lilith, but I heard it.

A lick of heat jolted through me, and the swelling in my pants intensified. I was sporting a semi and had to shift uncomfortably in my seat to try to keep it from getting any worse.

On stage, Lilith was still in the throes of her orgasm when Travis’s seemed to start. Both of his hands moved to latch on to her shoulders and hold her at that angle for his final few thrusts, and then quickly ease her back down onto the bench so she didn’t slam into the pad.

He pulled out, dropping his wet, fat dick on her ass, sandwiching it between her cheeks, and used his hands to push her cheeks together. A single glide back and forth was all he needed to finish himself off.

As he came, the muscles in his chest and arms corded like steel. His cum splattered across her back and bound hands in ribbons, and she gasped appreciatively.

Like she enjoyed it.

Like he’d rewarded her.

The crowd had been buzzing, but as he slowed to a stop, a hush fell over the room. The only movement was the heavy rise and fall of his chest, while he worked to catch his breath.

He took a half step back, tugged his underwear back up, and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Before he’d finished collecting himself, there was movement in the front row.

It was Clay. He stepped up onto the stage carrying Travis’s suit coat folded neatly over one arm and slipped his hand into the interior pocket. A handkerchief was retrieved and passed to Travis, who used it to wipe at the mess on Lilith’s hands.

The scene was winding down and some of the audience stood, making their way to the door, and they seemed to be led by the couple who’d been sitting beside me. The woman had made a beeline for the exit, probably in a big hurry to get upstairs and get their clothes off.

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