Page 29 of Indulgence
Matteo broke the thick cone of silent anticipation. His voice was amused. “You seem a bit antsy over there, love?”
There was no point in lying. “I am.”
“Good thing we’re here.” His tone spoke of promises to come.
We headed straight for the bar as soon as we were inside. Matteo ordered a jack and coke for him and a long island for me.
I needed some alcohol to loosen me up. My neck felt coiled so tight it could snap.
We floated away from the bar, looking around until Matteo guided me toward the front of the room. “Let’s see what’s happening on the stage.”
We stood for a few minutes, watching the flogging session, but it wasn’t something Matteo or I were into. It didn’t get my juices flowing the same as watching a couple—or group—just go at it. It was their fervor and passion that made me wet, made me wanton. I wanted to feel the same bliss she was feeling.
Which was how we found ourselves finishing our drinks and heading down the exhibition hallway. It was a collection of rooms that left you exposed. There were doors, of course, but they were French style and typically left opened for people to see and or enter. Floor-to-ceiling glass panels framed the doors. A thick velvet curtain hung across the top. There was a button that slid them open. People could come in and sit in the chairs in the corners or on the sofa if they wanted to be up close. Or stand in the hall and watch from afar.
We checked it out on our second visit. I was mesmerized the whole time. Some couples allowed viewers to touch during the scenes. Some invited people in. I was turned on by it all.
A beautiful woman with curves I was entirely envious of was pressed between the chests of two men. Their hands were everywhere, her breasts, her pussy, her ass. She pulled her lips from the one man and laid her head back on the other as she moaned under their touch.
I stopped in front of the window and watched with fascination.
My core tightened. It was as though someone pulled my favorite porn genre out and brought it to life.
Matteo stepped up behind me. His fingers slipped under my skirt, making their way to my center. “Tell me what you’d feel if you were her?”
My breath hitched as he rolled my clit between his fingers. “I’d feel their touch. I’d feel their hands. Their mouths. Their breath ghosting across my skin. I’d hear their sounds and how much they want me. How much they enjoy my body.”
Matteo licked the shell of my ear and whispered, “What else?”
My knees buckled a bit, but I kept telling him my fantasy as he played with my body. “I’d feel the energy buzzing between them. I’d feel how hard their cocks are for me.”
He rubbed my clit with his thumb and sank two fingers into me. “How hard are they?”
“Like stone.” I panted, silently urging Matteo to moved faster, harder. I wanted to come. “I’d feel them everywhere. On my skin . . . in my pussy . . . in my mouth . . . in my ass.”
The men guided the woman to the bed in the middle of the room. One man lay in the center, and she climbed over him. He held his cock up, and she sank down on it, riding him. The other man nudged her down, and he licked her ass.
Matteo’s voice was thick with desire. “Does she like when he licks her ass?”
I nodded as the tempo of my slowly building orgasm increased. Matteo was finger fucking me while I imagined what it would be like to be the woman being double penetrated.
“Damn, love,” Matteo crooned as my orgasm broke and ran through my body. Watching that man slip into the woman’s ass and the ecstasy on her face shoved me right over the edge.
Matteo kept rubbing his fingers along the length of my slit. “Do you want to go into one of these rooms? Or the private ones?”
There were a few people hanging around watching. Another couple and a single man were down the hall a bit. There was another woman watching the threesome from inside the room. For a moment, I wondered if they were two couples and she was waiting for her turn. A pang of jealousy hit me for a quick second.
The room behind us was empty and I had no idea what was going on in the other rooms. All I knew was that I wanted to be watched. The idea of these people watching Matteo and me, us making them feel as heated as I did in that moment, made me feel powerful.
“Let’s go in the room behind us,” I told him as I tore my eyes away from the scene in front of me.
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Matteo mademe come with his mouth before he brought me back to the edge with his cock. I stood, bent over the bed, my ass on full display for those watching. He pushed in and out of me slowly as his fingers toyed with my tight hole, stretching it, driving me crazy.
He unsheathed his length from my pussy and licked me from bottom to top. His fingers scissored in my ass as he looked down at me and asked, “You ready?”
“Yes,” I practically begged. My voice was high-pitched and needy. He grabbed the lube and spread a healthy amount where he needed it.
