Page 58 of Caught Up

Inearly moaned at thefeel of Junior’s hard, hot length in my hand, even as I marveled at the events of the past half hour. I’d completely given up on him before he branded me with that kiss in front of half the club, was ready to move on with someone else—or so I’d tried to tell myself—but then he’d shown up and set my blood on fire, reminding me that the pull between us wouldn’t be so easily forgotten.

It wasn’t fair, what he did to me, the way he scrambled my brain, the way my body responded to him. My mind screamed,Bad idea!but my hormones were like,Step aside, bitch.

I’d been half tempted to lead him to athird-floorbedroom instead of in here, but if he was serious about sticking around, and if I was seriously about to bend my rules for him again, I needed Junior to understand that hooking up with me meant stepping into my world.One-on-onetime was great, but I wanted more than that,neededmore than that, and I refused to deny or diminish myself. This club was a huge part of my life. Kink play was, too, and I wasn’t willing to settle for someone who couldn’t or didn’t want to take part in it.

Don’t get ahead of yourself,I thought, centering myself back in the moment, my gaze going to the stage, where Ray, Ella, and Bri were moving, caressing,sucking. Junior’s dick was rock hard in my grasp, hot and insistent, telling me how much he liked what he saw.

I stroked my hand up his length. I’d been dreaming about touching him for days, ever since he denied me at the arcade. My bratty side was strong enough that I didn’t like being told no. It immediately made me want to act out, and if Junior had been anyone else, I already would have pushed his buttons. But while I’d had plenty of time to explore each and every one of my kinks, it was clear that he hadn’t, and I understood the responsibility I had to ease him into things, to not push him too far before he was ready.

I leaned in close and kissed the side of his neck, wrapping my fingers around his straining cock. “Are you sure?”

He was staring straight down, his gaze locked onto where I touched him. “I’m sure,” he said, pumping his hips slightly as if trying to get me to move. Always so impatient, this one.

I gave him what he wanted, stroking my hand over his shaft, slowly, taking my time to trace every inch of him, remembering what it had felt like to stretch my lips around his girth, remembering how gentle he’d tried to be when he took my virginity. How much it had still hurt. Until it didn’t. We’d only had that one night together before everything went to shit, and I wondered what it would be like now. Certainly easier to take him, if I was good and worked up first. If not...god, that would be deliciously rough, borderline painful, but who didn’t like a little pain now and then to heighten their pleasure?

I continued to toy with him as I glanced back at the stage. Ray and Ella always put on an incredible show, sometimes sweet, sometimes rough, but always hot as sin,especiallywhen Bri joined them.

“Enough,” Ray said, and Ella’s lips immediately popped open. “Bed. Now.”

With a gentle tug on Ella’s chain, Bri had her rising to her feet. Junior stiffened beside me, and I smiled, wanting to tell him that Ella was fine, that both Ray and Bri knew exactly how much force to use to keep from hurting her, but I didn’t want to distract from the show, so I kept my lips sealed.

Ella got onto the bed first, turning to face the audience, legs spread, revealing the piercing on the hood of her clit and the chain running through its hoop, connected to her nipples. Bri climbed onto the bed after Ella, situated herself between her spread legs, and kissed her way up Ella’s thighs while Ray joined them.

I squeezed Junior, gaze dropping to his lap, saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought of licking away the bead of precum on his tip.

Moans swept through the crowd, and I glanced back to the stage to see Bri bury her face between Ella’s legs. Ray positioned himself behind Bri, yanking her hips up and fitting his cock to her pussy. Things were about to getreallyinteresting, but my gaze slid back to Junior, my thoughts consumed with the desire to go down on him while he watched the scene.

I leaned in, stroking him from base to tip, inhaling the smell of his spiced cologne. “Can I put my mouth on you?”

He turned toward me, nose brushing mine, and our eyes met. I could tell he wanted it, but I didn’t press him, letting him make up his mind on his own.

“I don’t have to,” I whispered. “We can wait until after.”

Ray let out a low groan, and Junior’s eyes slid away from mine, his face turning back to the stage. Then he glanced at the crowd around us, at all the writhing bodies as everyone else lost themselves to pleasure. Finally, he looked back at me and nodded, legs spreading wide to make room for me between them. “Do it.”

I immediately slid from my seat, dropping to my knees on the cold hardwood. Junior shifted his hips forward, and I wrapped my hand around the bottom of his shaft and then my lips around his head. The salty taste of precum hit my tongue, and I moaned, swirling it around, lapping up as much as I could.

I bobbed my head down, just a little, testing the width of him in my mouth. Junior was big enough that I had to go slow at first, coating him in saliva to ease my way. My thoughts went to Ella and how much harder this would be with an added row of barbells to contend with. That woman was a goddamn icon for making it look so flawless.

My hand worked Junior’s shaft while I sucked, relearning the feel of him. I wasn’t taking him deep, wasn’t squeezing him that hard. Instead, I paced myself, taking my cues from Junior and the audience. Any second now, there would be some sort of mass reaction, indicating penetration, and that’s when I would really pick up my pace.

I could tell when it was about to happen, because Junior’s dick swelled with a fresh wave of arousal. A heartbeat later, gasps and murmurs filled the crowd.Showtime.I tightened my hold on Junior and started working him faster, even as I hollowed my cheeks and took him as deep as I could. His hands slid up my arms, raising goose bumps in their wake, before he slipped his fingers into my hair.

I hummed in approval and leaned in to his grip, the air stirred up by the movement cool against my damp panties. The bondage show had wound me up earlier, but it was nothing compared to how turned on I was now, feeling the hard heat of a man in my mouth, listening to a room full of moans and other,hottersounds. Needing friction, I slipped my free hand between my legs and began rubbing the pad of my finger over myself. I kept my eyes open because the couple beside us was having their own fun, and watching the woman jerk her partner off out of the corner of my eye spun me even higher. At this rate, I might come before Junior did.

His fingers curled, pressing against the back of my head and then releasing, setting a pace for the rhythm he wanted me to keep. I matched it, working him deeper, relaxing my jaw and opening my throat so he could slide into it. A groan told me he liked that. I wished I could look up and see him, watch him shift his gaze between me and the stage, but the angle was off.

His control slipped the longer I worked him, fingers tangling in my hair, hips thrusting with more force.Yes, fuck my mouth,I thought, lust tightening my core. I shoved my lacey thong aside and slipped my middle finger into my pussy. My muscles clenched down immediately, and I pressed my palm to my clit, rubbing over it with every stroke.

God, it felt amazing. This was themoreI needed. This was what I loved: the thrill of being watched by those around us while I got myself off; the exhilaration of watching others chase their own pleasure; the absolute joy of hearing the trio onstage get closer and closer to climax, bringing the whole damn room along for the ride.

“Lo,” Junior ground out, fisting my hair.

I pulled off him just long enough to say, “Pour it down my throat,” before swallowing him as deep as I could.

With a groan, he started tugging me into every thrust. Yes, this was what I wanted, to feel his control snap, to get a glimpse of the vicious man hiding beneath the careful façade he’d constructed for me. He’d done a good job taming himself, smoothing out his rough edges so he didn’t scare me off, but every now and then, the real Junior broke through, like when he’d shut me up with that kiss earlier, and that was the man I craved, that was the man Ineededto get me off.

His thrusts picked up speed, shaft stiffening, hands gripping so tight it hurt. Tears pricked my eyes. This was perfect,hewas perfect, giving me everything I wanted and more.

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