Page 42 of Allure
Asli.
Marco smirked as if he could read her mind, and it made her pulse jump. She didn’t know where this need to have both of them at the same time came from, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through her body when she thought about them together and separately.
“Soon, estrellita,” he whispered before she watched him search her face—looking for signs she wasn’t ready for whatever game they had started. She nodded, hoping he could see the truth. Tonight was for them—this room and whatever happened behind closed doors would be for them.
Marco eased his hold on her neck and turned her around to face the trio again, though they had changed positions. Layla was on her back while Monica stood by her head. She leaned over, letting her tongue run along Layla’s nipples, while Asli worked his hands across her stomach and up toward her chest.
The energy in the room grew thick and heavy, adding a layer of arousal that coated Syra’s skin. She wanted to touch herself but couldn’t seem to get her hands to move on their own. Her fingers curled into the armrest of the chair she was in as she watched with avid attention as Monica and Asli worked whimpers and groans of pleasure from Layla’s mouth.
Syra had the distinct feeling other people in the room had started engaging with each other. She could hear movement and soft whispers to her right, but her focus had been on watching Asli’s fingers drift down Layla’s stomach and in between her thick legs. She knew the second Asli found Layla’s sweet spot because her hips jerked off the table, causing him to chuckle. Syra felt the sound against her own skin.
Marco’s fingers teased her neck—his presence was a solid force at her back. She sucked in a sharp breath, watching Asli pull his fingers from between Layla’s legs and rub them against Monica’s lips before he slipped into her mouth.
Well, that was hot.
Syra felt her heartbeat thunder—the wild beating of her pulse echoed in her pussy. When Asli’s gaze swung to where she sat, her legs opened on their own, silently inviting him in for a taste.
His smile was wicked. The charming devil was out in full force, tempting anyone who looked his way to play in his dark, depraved world, and she was the first one offering herself up.
Both men unraveled her like petals on a flower. Her body powerless to do anything but seek their attention, their touch, and their whispered praise.
Her hands fell in her lap when they switched positions again. Asli never took his eyes off of her as he guided Layla’s head to hang off the table. Monica had moved toward the foot of the table, her face slipping in between Layla’s legs. Asli watched Syra as he pulled his thick cock out of his pants. She hadn’t been able to get a good look at him when she watched him six months ago, but even then she could tell he had girth and size. But now that she was a little closer, a sliver of trepidation ran through her. Marco was thick, but Asli looked slightly thicker, and there was no way she could take both of them at the same time.
“Estrellita,” Marco’s voice was in her ear. He let his arms drape over her chair so he could run his fingers against her warm skin. “Look around the room for me,” he whispered.
She didn’t want to pull her attention from Asli and the other two women, but Marco’s fingers on her chin tugged her away. She looked toward her right and saw the couple next to her fingering each other. She couldn’t swallow her gasp fast enough. She looked around the room, watching other people find pleasure in each other, just as Asli, Monica, and Layla were finding their pleasure together.
“Touch yourself, Syra.” The command in Marco’s voice had her hands moving on their own. How had he been able to tell that she couldn’t get her hands to move—couldn’t let go enough to touch herself? “It’s okay to ease the ache between your legs that I know Asli is causing.”
“Marco, I don’t…I’m….” Syra stumbled over her words as Asli and her locked gazes again. She needed the release, but something kept holding her back.
“It’s okay,” Marco reassured her with the press of his lips against her jaw. “The room is designed for that type of pleasure. Pretend it’s just us again, like it was six months ago.”
Syra let her eyes close for a moment, blocking out the sounds of the room. She was back in Marco’s penthouse. Back in front of his open window, watching Asli with another woman. She’d been soaked that night too. Her fingers easily slipped inside of her—teasing herself—stroking the flames of her desire higher while she watched a man and woman become intimate.
Just like you’re doing now.
“Do you remember how hard you came that first time? How drenched you were at the idea of Asli watching you after you were watching him?” Marco’s recount of that night had her hands moving. Her right hand slipped in between her legs, caressing her inner thigh.
“That’s it, estrellita. Show me.” She felt his hand back around her neck, holding her steady while she slid farther down on her chair.
“Tocate como mi niña buena,” he growled.
She whimpered in response. Her hand found its way to her soaked lips and when she finally opened her eyes, Asli’s grip on his cock tightened. He lost his devilish charm, and his eyes darkened as they watched her. She felt her body go up in flames with the possession of their touch against her skin.
“Atta girl.” Marco’s breath teased the skin under her ear. “Fuck yourself, Syra. Show us how much he’s turning you on.”
The room exploded around Marco in a soundtrack of soft moans and panting breaths. The air was thick with everyone’s arousal, but the only one he cared about and focused on—the only one he could truly taste—was Syra. He thought she was going to pull away again, and he’d been ready to spring her from the room and put this night behind them, but something in her eyes shifted. He could sense a certain resolve slip over her as if she’d come to some decision she’d been warring with. He felt his stomach tighten when her eyes flashed with desire, and his heart tripped over itself wondering exactly what that decision entailed. Marco knew it had to do with tonight, but what about after?
You shouldn’t care about what comes next. You’re supposed to be purging her from your system, remember?
Marco tried to hold on to that thought to keep some of his walls up, but the way Syra’s body flushed and the way her gaze had softened when his voice filled with too much concern for her made it hard not to slip back into who he used to be to her. He could feel the stupid organ in his chest wanting to open up to her—wanting to demand why she left him all those years ago and make her promise that this time would be different.
Focus on tonight—on right now.He mentally checked himself just as the couple next to him and Syra really started going at it. He could see a few other people indulging in a little oral and intercourse. The room typically had a no-fucking vibe—the guests too enthralled with the performance to engage with themselves or others—but tonight felt different, not just to him but, from the looks of it, to the guests as well.
A smirk tugged at his lips. His best friend knew how to work the room. As soon as Asli stood behind Syra the air shifted. There was usually a prelude—a slow warm up to an explosion of heat, but the second they both stood sandwiching Syra, Marco could feel the hungry gazes of everyone in the room. He could feel their need as if it was his own. It wasn’t surprising that as soon as Asli had gone back to Layla and Monica, he saw a few of the couples already lazily stroking each other or someone else.
Asli in his own right was a good-looking guy and Marco knew, physically, the pair they made. They were both tall with enough sex appeal to entice a nun to fall off their path to God for a little fun. Asli’s charm made the women and men he entertained melt; add to that Marco’s gruff exterior and they were the perfect combination. If people in the room thought for a second they were putting on a performance tonight, he understood why the excitement rose as quickly as it did.
