Page 57 of Caught Up

Lauren let out a small sigh, and I glanced over to see her watching the pair with a longing expression. Right now, she looked like someone who wanted what Ray and Ella had, what Morgan and Steph had, too. Had she onlysaidshe didn’t want something serious? Or was it me, specifically, she didn’t want to get serious with?

I turned back to the stage to find Ray and Ella making out. The kiss was slow and gentle and exploratory. Unrushed. I was forced to watch it in between other people’s heads, having to shift a little to keep the pair in sight. Each row was made up of six chairs, and there were four rows separating us from the stage, which meant I had a clearer view of the crowd than of the performers. It was distracting, especially because no one seemed like they were able to sit still.

Only when the two women right in front of us started kissing did I begin to understand the appeal. Instead of watching just one couple, we had the pick of the room. I could shift my focus to whoever piqued my interest, and no one would be the wiser.

I glanced over at Lauren, wondering if this was her plan all along, and found her unabashedly staring at the women. I’d guessed she wasn’t straight given her rainbow tattoo, but watching the intensity on her face now confirmed it. Maybe I should have been worried, or jealous, but all I felt was smug that out of all the people available to her, she was choosing to spend her time with me. It made me even more determined not to fuck it up.

A noise drew my attention to the front of the room. Ray was pushing Ella’s robe from her shoulders, slowly, taking time to kiss every inch of skin as he exposed it. He spoke to her, but whatever he said was so low it didn’t carry, for her ears only. She lifted onto her toes and arched into him in response, and the robe fell free, revealing her in all her glory.

My gaze ran over her. She was tall, with long, elegant muscles covered in more ink than I was, her sleeve sweeping up her shoulder and then down her ribs before whorling all the way over her thigh. Her breasts were small and pert, nipples pierced, a delicate chain running through both hoops and then dipping between her legs in a way that had me sitting up straighter in my seat. Where the fuck did it go? All it would take was a gentle tug to lead her around by her tits—and pussy?—and I found the idea oddly alluring.

She reached up and pushed Ray’s robe off next, and the audience drew in a collective gasp. The entire underside of Ray’s fully erect dick was pierced with barbells, like a goddamn Jacob’s ladder running up his shaft.

I glanced over at Lauren, knowing I must have looked horrified, because holy shit, that had to hurt. Her mischievous expression was back, and now I was wondering what,exactly, we were about to watch.

“Down,” Ray said, reaching out to tug Ella to her knees.By the chain.

My own nipples felt like they were trying to retreat back into my body, but Ella let out a moan as she hit the floor. Okay, as long as she was into it. Nonconsensual shit was a hard no for me.

“Open,” Ray said, and Ella’s lips parted at the command.

Lauren moved closer, our arms brushing, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the stage, where Ella leaned forward, mouth stretching around the head of Ray’s dick, tongue laving the underside. The first barbell slipped past Ella’s lips, tugging at them as it went. Jesus, did that even feel good? My eyes traveled up to Ray. He watched Ella working to take him, but nothing in his expression spoke of pain, only pleasure.

Lauren’s hand landed on my leg, and finally, I glanced over at her. Her black dress was cut low enough that I had a line of sight straight into her cleavage, where her breasts pressed against the fabric with each breath. Something must have happened onstage while I was distracted by the sight of her, because her nails dug into my leg a little. I lifted my gaze to her face, watching her watch Ray and Ella, enraptured, eyes wide and lips parted like she was imagining trying to take a dick that large herself. Well, if she wanted one, all she had to do was ask.

A nearby gasp had me turning forward again. Ella had worked her way down several more barbells, tears streaming from her eyes. The sight would have made my skin crawl if not for the constant, low moans of encouragement she was making and the way one hand slid down Ray’s shaft to cup his balls.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Ray said, his fingers sinking into her curls. “Take another.”

Goddamn, I thought, watching Ella’s heroic effort to fit one more inch down her throat. Yup, porn was ruined.

As soon as that final barbell slid inside, Ella eased back, giving herself a breather, working the head of Ray’s cock with her mouth, and his balls with her hands.

Lauren’s fingers relaxed their death grip and slid up my leg.

I glanced toward the couple to Lauren’s right, but they weren’t paying attention to us. No one was. Who in their right mind would look away from the stage right now? Aside from me, because Lauren’s hand was creeping higher and higher up my thigh, and I couldn’t seem to pull my gaze away from it. Was she really about to touch my dick in a room full of people? More important, was I about to let her?

A round of murmurs had me jerking my head up just in time to watch a curvy, naked white woman with bright red hair walk out of the side door. She went straight to Ella, who was now bobbing on Ray’s dick, the barbells slipping in and out of her mouth with audible clicks against her teeth.

“Bri,” Lauren whispered.

I couldn’t respond, too consumed by the sight of Bri sinking to her knees behind Ella, one hand slipping to Ella’s breast, the other between her thighs. Ella reached back and drew Bri’s face to her neck, where Bri kissed and sucked her way up to Ella’s ear. A threesome. The surprise was a threesome, and Jesus fuckingChristdid this confirm that I wanted to take part in one before I died.

People shifted in front of us, arms moving as they touched each other. In between their swaying forms, I watched Bri tug Ella’s chain, making Ella moan and squirm on Ray’s cock, and oh, fuck, that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.

Lauren’s fingers brushed over my dick, and I hissed in a surprised breath, glancing at the couple next to us again to see if they noticed. The man’s hand was up the woman’s skirt as they watched the scene onstage, and between their distraction, the shadows in this corner of the room, and the way Lauren was turned toward me, I doubted they could have seen anything even if they looked.

Lauren flattened her hand and rubbed it all the way up my length. “Whatever I want, whenever I want it,” she whispered into my ear, throwing my words back at me.

A promise was a promise.

Our eyes caught, and I nodded. “Whatever you want.”

She undid my pants and pulled my dick out right there in a room full of strangers.

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Lauren

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