Page 54 of Uncharted Desires
Gentle gasps tear through the music when he deliberately bends over to reach the pants he’s discarded on the floor and goes through his pockets. When he straightens, the bottle of lube he’s holding is already popped open.
I sense, more than see, people staring at my ass as he squeezes the bottle and pours the cold liquid directly down my crack, my gaze fixed on him the whole time.
There’s something so captivating about the idea of being watched. I barely wince when Sawyer shoves his middle finger in my hole without hesitation.
He leans over my body, propping one arm by my head, his lips a whisper away from my ear. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks, probing my ass with his finger, twisting it around,searching for the right spot. “Everyone looking at you? Wanting you? Wishing they were me?”
I open my mouth to tell him it’s probably the other way around at the same time he shifts his angle and the tip of his finger presses against my prostate. All that leaves my throat is a groan.
My eyes fall closed as I bend one leg and slide my knee higher, granting him better access. The next time I open them, the number of people around us seems to have doubled, boners popping up left and right.
I press my face to the surface and smile against the leather.
Yes. That’s exactly what I wanted.
Sawyer adds another finger and then another, stretching me, opening me up, preparing my body to welcome him inside.
My hips buck up involuntarily, my hole eating up his fingers with ease now. He withdraws them before I can really get into it, making me feel empty.
I don’t have time to protest because his hands are already on my shoulders, dragging my chest up until I’m on my knees, my back pressed against his bare chest.
He grabs my cock and strokes me, too light and too shallow to be satisfactory, as his fingers thread through my hair and pull my head back.
My eyes zero in on a guy giving another man a blow job, both of them focused on where Sawyer is jerking my cock.
He whispers in my ear so that only I can hear. “Look at them. They all want you. Every single one is dying to get with you. But they can’t. You’remine.”
And with that, he lets go of my cock and spins us around until he’s lying on his back, and I straddle his middle, where his thick cock is lying on his stomach, waiting for me to use it however I please.
I don’t hesitate, the throb of my dick controlling my actions. Propping one hand beside his chin, I grab Sawyer’s cock, angle it upright, and in a single, confident movement, I lower myself, taking his cock all the way in.
Sawyer’s moan is loud, challenging the music and noises around us. And although it’s there for everyone to hear, I know it’s meant for me and me alone.
As if we’ve been rehearsing for this for months, we start at the same time. Sawyer places his palms on my waist as I slide up and pulls me down while he bucks his hips, meeting me halfway, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks.
We fall in rhythm right away, his thick cock stretching me from the inside, hitting all the right spots within me. It doesn’t take long until my head falls back, lolling from side to side as I ride him, my gaze bouncing off our audience.
It seems like the entire club has gathered around to watch us, people of all genders looking over each other’s shoulders, elbowing themselves to the front line, ogling our sensual dance with lust sparkling in their eyes.
That’s right. That’s all you get. All you can do is watch.
For a second, a dreadful thought creeps into my mind—what if someone did want to touch Sawyer? What if they tried?
My blood pressure spikes at the mere idea. I’d kill them. That’s what I’d do.
My gaze drops to Sawyer’s face and my cock throbs at the image.
His teeth are bared, lips stretched thin, eyebrows furrowed in deep focus.
I roll my hips around, once, twice, and gradually, his expression changes into one I’ve grown to know and love.
He’s close. I recognize it instantly, and no words are necessary.
The thrusts of his hips become uneven and sloppy as he sucks in his lower lip, fighting his approaching orgasm.
And there’s nothing I love more than to watch him fall apart.
He moans, his eyes falling closed as I clench my hole around his cock, giving him the pressure I know he craves.
