Page 9 of Wear Me Out
I wiggled my brows at her before speeding toward the covered cabana on the other side of the bar. The structure was a recent addition to the club, only built last spring. The dark wooden beams reached twelve feet into the air and supported a large white canvas roof. There were no walls. Rather, flowy fabric curtains that could be drawn across each side for a more private experience or left open to feel more a part of the pool area.
Owen reclined in one of the waterproof chaises lining the sides, looking every bit the dark-horse snack he was. Young, fit, and eager to have me. I needed his fingers, and needed them now. Arousal was alreadybuilding in my gut, and I wanted to ride my way to a climax on his thick digits. Two other couples were already touching and moaning in other parts of the cabana.
I wanted that. I needed that.
What Adam didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. It’s not like he was around to see this anyway. He would never know if I came or not. I was sure I could convince Owen to keep his mouth shut, too. Adam gave him the go-ahead, so I would run with it.
“Fuck, Lilah. I’ve been wanting to touch you for so fucking long.” Owen adjusted himself in his swim shorts. “Come. Sit.”
I wasted no time straddling him and dropping onto his lap. I handed him his drink, and he held it in one hand while stroking his other up my bare thigh. His cock was hard on my ass, so I rubbed myself against it. When his eyes rolled back in his head, I smiled.
Punishment? More like reward. I was enjoying the hell out of myself.
“I’ve been dying to slip my fingers inside your pussy,” he moaned as I continued to grind down on him. “Back your sweet little ass up so I can finally touch you.”
I slid backward on his lap, planting my ass closer to the middle of his thighs. He slipped his hand into the gap between his legs and under my skirt. When his middle finger dragged up through my slit, I shuddered. A ripple of warmth cascaded through my limbs. He used the chilled glass to push my skirt up, grazing it against my leg, making me shiver. With nothing blocking his view any longer, he latched his gaze onto my cunt.
“Shit. When Adam told me you had crotchless panties on, I knew it’d be hot, but I didn’t expect it to be this fucking good.” He dipped his finger inside me, then ran it up through my folds again, stopping at my clit. “You’re so damn gorgeous.”
“What else did Adam tell you?” I asked, rocking my hips into his hand, silently asking for more.
“He told me you’ve been a bad girl. That you needed to rectify your mistakes. That I could touch you however I wanted, wherever I wanted, with whatever I wanted.” He sank his finger inside my hole, and I clenched around the intrusion. The first was quickly followed by a second and he worked himself inside me.
“I need more, Owen. Give me more.” I gyrated on his fingers, wishing they were his cock. A third finger. Something. I wanted to feel full. I wanted to be used up.
He clicked his tongue before taking a slow sip of his bourbon. “Such a needy thing.”
Obliging my request, he added a third finger to my pussy, slowly stretching me out before pumping in and up against that spot I loved so much.
He smirked and took another sip of his drink. “Better?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Look at you,” Adam’s voice came from behind me.
I jumped at the sound of his baritone and turned my head. He stood at the entrance, leaning on one of the wooden beams that supported the cabana, looking every bit as turned on and pissed off as I expected. Not pissed off that I was riding Owen’s fingers, but pissed off at my insolence earlier. Though it was fading—I could tell. His eyebrows had softened, and the hunger in his eyes outweighed the annoyance.
Licking my lips, I beckoned him over with my finger. He swaggered over, downing thelast of the drink in his hand and setting it on one of the bistro tables off to the side.
“Has she been a good girl?” he asked, not making eye contact with me but honing in on Owen and Owen alone.
“She’s been fucking fantastic. Riding my fingers like she was made for them,” he bragged.
I tried to catch Adam’s eye, but he refused, so I leaned forward and enveloped Owen’s lips with mine, slipping my tongue into his mouth and swirling it around his own. He met me with equal intensity, kissing me back while keeping a steady rhythm inside me with his fingers. I bit down on his lower lip and he groaned, a deep and guttural sound, at the sharp sting of my teeth.
Adam grabbed a fistful of my hair at the roots and yanked my head back. “Let’s put your mouth to better use, pet.”
He unzipped his slacks and pushed them down his thighs, along with his boxer briefs. Already standing at attention, his cock was hard and begging for me. It practically pulsed with need. He stroked it once, and my pussy clenched around Owen’s fingers at the motion.
“Be a good little slut and open up for me,” Adam commanded.
I did as he said, dropping my jaw open and holding out my tongue, eager to take him any way he would allow. Stepping forward, he angled his cock down at my lips, and I snapped them closed.
“Careful, Lilah,” he growled.
I dutifully opened again. He shook his head as he slowly inched into my mouth, and I closed around him. His thickness was a welcome familiarity. I allowed myself to drool around him, making him slick, as I bobbed my head forward and back along his length. The salty taste of him exploded on my tastebuds. A taste I’d never tire of as long as I lived. There was no cock I loved to take more than Adam’s.
“You know just how I like it. Keep going, and don’t you dare think about coming,” Adam warned. “Owen’s going to take you right to the brink. Isn’t that right?”
