Page 74 of The Broker

I freed her from it, one foot and then the other, and tucked the panties into a suit coat pocket. She watched me do it, staring down at me as I knelt in front of her sexy, naked lower body, and she didn’t object to what I’d done. If anything, she looked excited about it. There was a sexy gleam in her eyes.

Her legs weren’t trembling yet, and she’d seemed steady enough balancing on one leg as I’d pull off her panties, so I felt confident she could handle what I planned to do. I put a hand onone of her knees and urged her to lift. It was so I could hook it over my shoulder and press her open.

She was so fucking smooth and wet. Even in the low light of the room, I could see her pussy glistening. I was sure I didn’t need her permission—she’d probably beg me if I waited much longer, but I glanced up to check with her anyway.

Her expression was desperate. It demanded to know what the hell I was waiting for, and when I didn’t move fast enough, she raked a hand through my hair and jerked me forward.

Goddamn, her aggression was such a turn on.

The first contact of my mouth was just a gentle brush of my lips, but she sighed with contentment and slid an inch down the wall. I used my tongue then, caressing her sensitive clit in short strokes. Her skin was so lush, so soft, I didn’t mind that the hardwood floor was murder on my knees.

She had all her weight on one leg, and it began to shake as I increased the intensity of my tongue. Whenever I fluttered it, she rewarded me with an appreciative moan, and the hand in my hair tightened. It was probably hard for her to stand like that and hold her leg up, since she wasn’t using my shoulder for any support.

I reached up and curled a hand around her thigh, encouraging her to use me. My opposite hand moved to pin her hip against the wall.

Did she like the way the rough brick felt against the bare skin of her ass? Or was she too focused on the sensation of my tongue fucking her to notice?

“Fuck me,” came a loud cry from across the room, but I didn’t stop my task to see who the woman was talking to. It clearly wasn’t us. “Oh, God, that’s it,” she groaned. “Yes, fuck me.”

Her babbling was a bit over the top. Was she doing it for attention? Maybe she’d gotten jealous that Charlotte had all of it, and was trying to pull focus in her direction.

Not for long.

I paused and flashed an evil smile up at Charlotte. “Take off your shirt. Show everyone your tits.”

My words made her jolt and her eyes go wide, but I got the sense it was only surprise at the vulgarity and not my command. She affirmed it when she took in a preparing breath, crossed her arms to grab the sides of her shirt, and began to pull it up.

Her black bra matched the panties in my pocket, and the cups were a see-through mesh—which was fucking perfect. The bra revealed everything with her tight nipples being visible through the thin fabric.

I ran my tongue through her pussy and imagined how we’d look to anyone else in this lounge. She wasn’t completely naked, but she might as well have been, as she rode my face. Her hips moved, grinding her lower body against my mouth, trying to get my tongue exactly where she wanted it.

I needed to know and mumbled it against her damp skin. “Are people looking at you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You like that?”

Her answer was drenched in desire. “Yes.”

It wasn’t going to take long to make her come. She’d been responsive the other times things had gotten hot and heavy, and she acted like she’d been on the edge for a while tonight.

Since Travis and Lilith’s show—but maybe even before.

I applied more pressure, and varied the speed of my tongue, studying her to gauge what she liked best and bring her closer to the brink. The trembling in her legs intensified, making it difficult for her to stand, so I tightened my hold around her thigh.

If she wanted to sit on my shoulder when the orgasm took her, I wouldn’t mind. I just wanted her to get there, to experience the same satisfaction she’d already given me—

Huh. She’d triggered my orgasm with a simple phrase. Could I do the same?

I loaded my voice with seduction and made sure to say it loud enough for her to hear over her moans. “Come for me, baby girl.”

All the air whooshed loudly from Charlotte’s lungs, and she hunched over, like the orgasm that abruptly ripped through her was going to make her supporting leg buckle. She contracted and flinched and latched a hand on my free shoulder for stability.

Or maybe she’d done it because she wanted another connection to me while she descended into ecstasy.

I stayed on my knees and watched in awe.

When I’d called her “baby girl,” I hadn’t been prepared for its effect on me.

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