Page 79 of Iris
I’m the only one with a blocker on. A scent that’s meant to be just vanilla, not complex. Flat. I can’t really smell it, but I’m hoping it hides me, if indeed I’m giving off anything at all.
Plain, man-made vanilla was the most banal scent I could think of.
Most banal and hideously expensive.
When I’m in control, I go back to eating up everything in the room.
Two women, one in trousers, vest and shirt, and the other in a short red dress hold hands. I shift my attention. Two gorgeous people who are androgynous in appearance talk to a frizzy haired woman who’s face is lined with age and wisdom.
There are people from all over the Lower Side, and some from the middle-class houses.
A beautiful man in a long stylish black kilt I immediately covet captures my attention and he smiles at me.
It’s a friendly, pleasant smile, one with no agenda behind it. I smile back. I want to talk to him. And with Xavier signing with a person to my left, and Killian talking in a low voice to a woman at my right, I figure why not.
I go to take a step but Killian stops his conversation with the woman in its tracks and grabs me, holding me there. He leans in. “Don’t talk to anyone, Icy. Keep your damned mouth shut and listen.”
“But—”
“Or I’ll take you outside, spank you in a way you won’t like, and leave you to fend for yourself.”
“You would not,” I say, heat burning through me.
He leans in a little closer. “Try me.”
“What if I like it all?”
Killian hisses in a breath as Xavier touches his arms, the moment blooming out into something so throbbingly erotic as I imagine Xavier watching, stroking himself, as Killian spanks me. Each slam of his hand ricocheting through me to my clit like they’re both licking it. And I can hear him, clear as day, tell Killian to spank me harder. And then I’m tossed to Xavier who starts to finger me.
“Come on in, she’s like lava cake,” he says in softly accented English.
“Don’t mind if I do. But I’m hitting that cunt hard. Teach her a real lesson?—”
Woah.
Imaginary Killian stops taking and I try to breathe in past the knot of desire that’s deep in me, somehow connected to my throat, blocking air. Or maybe it’s imaginary hands choking me as one of them slams their big cock into me?—
I almost stagger and I step forward, away from Killian.
What the hell was that?
A waking sex dream?
I’ve seen porn.
But not like that.
Nothing like that.
Everything undulates into a slow, rolling throb, and I want to run and run until I’m somewhere with quiet and darkness and a fresh, cool breeze and Killian and Xavier, taking turns kissing me, biting me and I can feel those waves of exquisite pleasure and?—
Why the fuck is this insane waking sex dream still with me?
Something cold’s pressed into my hand and heat streaks through me from the fingertips touching my flesh.
I look up.
Xavier.
