Page 118 of By Invitation Only
I looked up at him and then back to the pool. People were in there doingstuff. “I’m good for now.”
Booker stepped closer to me. “You know I’m going to break you, and you’ll enjoy receiving pleasure in front of people one day.” It wasn’t a question.
Would I? Sure everyone around me didn’t care, and I thought I’d left my inhibitions at the door, but when it came down to it, could I not care if people watched? When we were watching the Shibari show, the room was almost dark, and I felt as though people couldn’t see me. But now, even though it was dark outside, there were lights.
“Come on,” he said and grabbed my hand, leading me to a lounge chair.
Most of the white chairs around the pool had blankets on them and a standard heat lamp behind them. We took a seat, and Booker set my drink on the small round table next to his chair.
“I think we should start off small.”
My gaze turned to him. “What do you mean?”
“We should make out.” He grinned.
Kissing in public wasn’t a big deal. “You want to make out with me?” I teased.
“I want to do more than make out with you.”
“Tell me.”
“I want to kiss your neck while my hand runs up your bare leg.” His hand turned to velvet as it glided over my skin.
“Uh-huh,” I said, tilting my neck to the side to give him better access.
“While I taste your skin, my hand will move up and slip under your black dress to discover—” he pulled his head back and grinned, “you’re not wearing any knickers.”
I swallowed, his finger grazing my center.
“Then I’ll get you dripping by rubbing your clit. You’ll spread your legs, and if the people in the pool look over, they’ll have a view of your pussy.”
My eyes snapped to the people in the pool while my legs betrayed me and spread for Booker.
“I’ll inch your dress up with my free hand. Once your warm pussy feels the cold breeze, I’ll slip two fingers inside you, making you moan.”
And I did.
“Then, as my thumb rubs your clit and my fingers thrust inside you, I’ll make out with you until you’re on the verge of coming.”
And he did.
His tongue worked in sync with his thumb, causing me to pant. It felt good. So fucking good as the breeze blew across my bare skin, cooling my arousal and sending a shiver racing up my spine. Just as I was about to fall apart from his touch, Booker stopped. My eyes fluttered open.
“Booker—”
He moved onto my chair, took my legs and hooked them over his shoulder as he descended his face between my thighs. I wondered if the people in the pool were watching—getting off to Booker pleasuring me with his mouth, but I didn’t open my eyes to see. Instead, I relinquished the feeling of his tongue licking and sucking.
I began to moan, unable to control myself. His tongue really was wicked. And then he did something he’d never done before. He bit my clit. It wasn’t hard. It wasn’t soft. It was just right, and made me suck in a deep breath and groan my release.
My pussy pulsed from the orgasm as I watched Booker move back to his chair. Then I looked to the pool, and only a few people were watching. I thought I’d feel embarrassed, but I felt—sexy.
“That wasn’t so bad was it, baby?”
I looked back into his baby blues and grinned. “No.”
“Next time, we’ll get you completely naked.”
My eyes widened, and he winked.
