Page 52 of Serving the Couturier

Craig was on his knees behind Lacey, his face buried between her legs. From where we were sitting, we could see his tongue as it worked over smooth pink skin.

Spencer’s fingers plucked at my nipple, every pinch and tug sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me. And the thick bulge beneath my ass was an indication that he was enjoying it.

My stomach twisted with excitement.

Craig was on his feet now, shoving two fingers in and out of Lacey while his other hand stroked that enormous cock. As Craig added two more fingers, Spencer’s hand slid up my leg and under the hem of my dress, fingers dancing along the inside of my thigh. My breathing quickened, and I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I’d always enjoyed being in the spotlight, but I’d never thought about people watching me this way.

“I think I’ll just start with one,” Spencer whispered in my ear. “Four might be a stretch.”

I laughed at his joke, but the sound turned into a moan as the tip of his finger slipped underneath the lace of my panties.

In front of us, the show continued with Craig now slamming that enormous cock into Lacey hard enough to make her squeal; the sound carrying even over the music.

“Could I get you to make a sound like that, I wonder?” Spencer kissed the spot under my ear, his tongue darting out to taste my skin even as his finger ghosted over my clit. “I know I can when we’re in private, but would you be that loud here?”

I shifted, stretching my arms up behind me to touch him. His soft hair. The rougher scruff on his cheeks. The warm skin of his neck.

On the stage, Lacey unzipped Philip’s pants and reached inside, her hand moving in an unmistakable way even though his cock had yet to make an appearance. Even from where I was sitting, I could tell he was pulling against his restraints, desperate to touch her.

Spencer’s fingers made circles over my clit, even as his teeth scraped and nipped at the side of my throat. The other hand still played with my breast, adding to the myriad sensations racing across every nerve. The hand in my panties dropped low enough for him to slide a single finger inside me.

I gasped, my eyes closing, and I pressed down on his erection.

“Not nearly loud enough.”

A second finger joined the first, and I cried out, unable to hold in the sound. I had a flash of embarrassment mixed with my arousal, but it vanished beneath a new surge of pleasure.

“That’s better.” He pushed his fingers deeper, rubbing the heel of his hand on my clit with every stroke. “Come for me, London. I want to feel that hot pussy of yours squeeze my fingers.”

Something else was happening on the stage, but I couldn’t process it. I was barely aware of people around us, but all I could think about was what Spencer was doing to my body and how good it felt.

“Say my name.” He pinched my nipple, drawing another noise from me I couldn’t stifle. “Come and say my name so that everyone here knows that I’m the one bringing you that pleasure.”

A twist of his fingers made me whimper. “Spencer.”

“Almost,” he coaxed. “Louder than that.”

“So close.”

“I know.” His thumb stroked my clit. “Now, scream my name.”

He bit the place where my shoulder met my neck, and I tipped over the edge. I might not have screamed, but I was loud enough to draw the attention of at least some people around us.

I couldn’t find it in me to care. It added a little extra thrill that I hadn’t expected.

Spencer drew his hand out from under my dress, and on the stage, Lacey climbed onto Philip’s lap.

“I know the show hasn’t reached its…climax, but what do you say we continue this back at my hotel room?”

TWENTY-SEVEN

SPENCER

London criesas I bring her to orgasm in the club.

I’m so fucking hard it hurts.

The jarring ringing of my mobile yanked me unceremoniously from an extremely pleasant dream about the night before at the club. I fumbled blindly for my phone, just wanting the noise to stop.

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