Page 28 of Caught Up

Was he...into this?

A glance at his lap revealed that he was now rock hard. I could see the entire outline of his large dick shoved down a pant leg. That couldn’t be comfortable. It must have been hot and tight, cutting off blood flow, and...oh no. Now wasn’t the time to imagine him pulling it out to readjust himself. But there went my goddamn mind anyway, reminding me of how smooth it was, the way he’d liked it when I’d licked my way around the underside of his head. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the memory of trying to fit something that big down my throat.

He shifted, like he felt me watching him, and started to turn my way.

I snapped my gaze back to the stage before getting caught. Real nice, Lauren. Vow to never think of the man again only to imagine gagging down his dick five seconds later.

An image of Taylor chantingHate sex, hate sex, hate sexpopped into my mind unbidden.

No. I couldn’t. That would be too much. Hook up with the man who’d stood by and watched my world burn to the ground? Absolutely not. I had too muchself-respectfor that. As soon as this scene was over, I’d go grab Moriah and the biggeststrap-onI could find and fuck her in one of the upstairs bedrooms like thewell-adjustedadult I was.

Stephanie let out a desperate moan, her hands falling from her breasts to her husband’s head. She dug her nails into his hair and gripped him tight, her hips shifting as she rode his face. Softer moans echoed hers throughout the crowd, and I heard hot, wet noises from a few rows back. I wouldn’t be surprised if Steph wasn’t the only one getting great head right now.

Instead of working himself faster, Morgan released his dick to put both hands on his wife’s hips, helping her thrust into him as hetongue-fuckedher. I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering at the sight, especially when Steph’s eyes fluttered shut and her head fell back.

“Babe, I’m close,” she said, moving at a frenetic pace.

Morgan, knowing what she needed, stayed right where he was, pulling her into him as she started to lose the rhythm. She came a heartbeat later, shuddering and moaning, a blush stealing into her cheeks as she called out her husband’s name. It was stunning, beyond sexy. All it would take at this moment was the brush of someone’s fingers against my clit and I would come, too.

Junior let out an audible exhale beside me. I saw his right handwhite-knucklinghis knee out of the corner of my eye. He turned my way, and, knowing it was probably a mistake, I lifted my eyes to his.

“Lo,” he said, his voice deliciously rough. His pupils were blown wide, a wild look in them that made me worry he was about to drag me to the floor and fuck me right here in front of everyone.

God help me, in my current state, I might let him.

This was the real reason I’d been so desperate for him to leave. I’d told myself that it was because I was afraid he would embarrass me, but the truth was, I was more worried I’d embarrass myself. Ryan and Taylor were in the crowd, and I’djustspilled my guts to them about how much Junior had hurt me. How pathetic would it look if I hooked up with him right after?

Movement onstage drew my gaze forward again. Morgan had scooped Steph off the chair, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed.

The real show was about to begin.

10

Junior

I’d never been so arousedin my goddamn life, not just physically, but emotionally, too. It bordered on stimulation overload. Until this moment, I hadn’t realized how numb I’d become to everything, how much my work had stolen from me. I was completely desensitized from the nonstop pain and death, because that’s what Ihadto be to keep from turning into afull-blownpsychopath. Now I was firing on all synapses for the first time in years, and I didn’t want the feeling to end.

Lauren’s eyes were on the stage again, but I couldn’t pull my gaze from her. She sat upright in her seat, handsdeath-grippingeach other like she didn’t trust what she would do with them if they were allowed to roam free. Pink stained her cheeks and upper chest, and every now and then her lips parted on a shaky exhale.

At least I wasn’t the only one about to implode, but knowing she was just as turned on as I was didn’t help my current situation. I wanted to grab her, drag her onto my lap, shred that flimsy excuse for a dress with my bare hands, and fuckingruinher with my cock.

For the first time in my life, I kept my desires in check. I felt dangerous, out of control in a way that made me distrust myself. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her any more than I already had.

What the fuck was happening to me right now? Sure, I liked sex as much as the next guy, and I’d watched plenty of porn, but watching live sex in a room full of other people was never something I’d fantasized about.

A groan hit my ears, and I turned my head even more, glancing past Lauren into the dimly lit crowd. It was a mistake. Because the performers weren’t the only ones enjoying their evening. I clocked a woman on her knees, her head bobbing as she blew a man. Two guys jerked each other off right next to them, and behind that pair, a petite Asian woman with lavender hair rode a giant redheaded man, reverse cowgirl style so they could both watch the show. I swiveled in my seat before we could make eye contact, but facing forward was just as bad; the couple onstage had moved to the bed.

“I need it, Steph,” the man said, his voice dropping into a growl.

“Take it, Morgan,” she told him. “Take this pussy.”

Oh, fuck.

Morgan flipped her onto her stomach and wrenched her hips up. He positioned his dick against her entrance, gripped her hips, and thrust deep. Steph let out a startled gasp that was quickly followed by a moan. And then they were moving, him shunting his hips forward, her using her hands to push backward. This close, I could see every vein on his cock, heard his balls slapping against her pussy. I even smelled it, that indistinguishable musky scent of sex.

This was going to ruin porn for me. Because how the fuck was I expected to jerk off to a video after seeing the real thing live and in person?

“You squeeze me so good, Steph,” Morgan groaned.

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