Page 50 of Sapphire

“I love watching you jerk off when Mateo is fucking me,” I confess to him.

“Fuck yes,” he growls. “Mateo and I will never stop worshipping you.”

He’s right. I love being worshipped by two, strong, beautiful men, knowing they want me just as much as I want them. They make me feel powerful, they are an intoxicating aphrodisiac.

Tomas’s dirty words drive me crazy pushing me over the edge. “Oh my god, yes!” I scream as his fingers pinch my clit pushing me into oblivion. The sudden intense orgasm catches me off-guard as I collapse breathlessly against him.

“Yes, gorgeous, tighten that cunt around me. Choke my dick.” Tomas curses as he chases his own release.

I do as he asks while the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsate through me.

“Tighter, sweetness, tighter,” he curses.

Concentrating as best as I can, I squeeze his dick until I feel him slide over the edge and he comes in a growl against my ear as he curses his way through his orgasm in a slew of Spanish.

“I’m pretty sure my nerves have evaporated now.” I giggle at Tomas.

He reaches out, wraps his hand around my neck, pulls me to him, and kisses me ever so slowly.

“Good. We better get going because we are late.”

* * *

Mateo was right, the dinner is boring, all these people trying to outdo each other. I have never seen so many men strutting around like peacocks chatting about their latest luxury car purchase, stock portfolio or yacht purchase, all trying to one-up each other. And the women all Botox and fake breasts dripping in diamonds, talking about their luxury holidays and the latest couture show in Paris they attended. The conversation was nothing that I could contribute to as I don’t remember if I’ve ever been to Paris. The clothes Tomas and Mateo bought me are the first designer items I’ve owned, I think.

What I did notice was the way the women looked at Tomas, with desire and annoyance when their attentions turned to me. Some women giving me a look up and down with a sneer thinking I wasn’t good enough for a man like Tomas. They’re only jealous because I’m on the arm of a young, fit, gorgeous man while they are on the arms of older men who don’t seem to pay them any attention. They are more interested in flirting with the wait staff than their own wives. I’d probably be jealous of me, too, after watching what some of these women must put up with.

I excuse myself from a conversation Tomas is involved in to go to the bathroom. Making my way across the ballroom toward the bathrooms, I push the wooden door open and step into the opulent foyer. A female staff member is there to greet you as you enter the restrooms. She gives me a nod, and I head through and find a stall. Sitting there I hear echoes of high heels entering the bathrooms as a group of women arrive, the soft murmurs of chatting follow them. I don’t pay much attention as I do my business until I realize they are talking about me.

“Did you see Tomas’s date?” one of the women asks.

There is a rumble of agreement from the women. “Do you think she’s an escort?” I hear the woman say.

Wow, how dare they.

“I thought he was gay?” another says.

“Oh, that’s just a rumor. Maybe he swings both ways?” another woman adds.

“Could you imagine Mateo and Tomas together? That would be hot.” Another voice giggles.

Keep dreaming, bitch.

“I would give anything to take them both for a ride. Apparently, years ago a friend of mine went to a sex party, and they were there. She watched them during an orgy, and it was the hottest thing she has ever seen.”

Fuck her friend. How dare she gossip about the two of them like that.

The women all make sounds of appreciation.

Hearing them talking about my men like that makes my blood boil. I clean myself up, pull my shoulders back, and open the door.

The women’s faces say it all when they spy me in the mirror they are standing in front of.

Making my way over to the sink, I wash my hands in silence while they stand there looking dumbfounded.

Once I have finished drying my hands, I turn to them. “Firstly, I’m Zoe. And no, I’m not an escort, but if I was, I’d be fucking expensive. Maybe someone your husbands couldn’t afford.”

The women gasp in surprise at my candidness.

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