Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
He peels the top of my costume down and unfastens my bra. Cool air caresses my breasts as they’re displayed for countless reflections around us.
Merrick’s head tips back with a cry as he unloads into Joel’s mouth. The moment doesn’t last long before he pushes Joel off his dick. “Finish him,” he orders. Without missing a beat, Joel stands and Margo takes him in her mouth. Meanwhile, Merrick’s attention is riveted to Henry and me, his semi-hard length hanging.
“Do you like his eyes on you?” Henry growls into my ear.
I hesitate.
“Don’t lie to me.” His teeth scrape against my skin. “And before you answer that, know that it doesn’t bother me. I like his eyes on us too.”
“Yes,” I admit breathlessly after a moment.
He kisses the back of my neck and I feel his lips in every nerve of my body. “Do you trust that I know what you’ll like?”
“Always. You know I do.”
“Good.” Hooking his arms around the backs of my thighs, he pulls my legs back, locking me into a position I can’t get out of, making me entirely defenceless. The lewd reflection in countless mirrors has heat flooding to my core, as Henry angles his hips. His hard length slides in and out of my sex, and there’s nothing I can do but watch.
Merrick drops to his knees in front of our chair, reaching over to move my skirt.
“Don’t touch her,” Henry warns in a growl.
“I won’t,” Merrick promises. “Fuck, but I want to. Those tits are spectacular.”
Merrick doesn’t need to touch me, though. Just the feel of that intense gaze settled where Henry and I are joined is making my cheeks burn under my mask and my body react. I don’t know which one of us he’s more interested in, and the longer he kneels there, watching, the less that question matters.
“She’s perfect,” he whispers through pants, answering my unspoken question and stirring a heightened wave of arousal.
I no longer care that I’m half-naked in a semi-public place where anyone could enter, that Henry is fucking me in front of three people. Friends, not people.
I glance down to see Merrick languidly stroking himself with one hand, while his other has settled on Henry’s bare thigh, gripping his muscle just above where his pants are pushed down to. His breathing is heavy.
The mental image Henry painted for me earlier—of these two beautiful men pleasuring a woman together—crashes into my mind like an avalanche, consuming all other thoughts. Henry may not crave dick as he so eloquently put it, but he knows Merrick does and he’s not shying away, not growling at him to remove his hands. Henry likes testing his own boundaries.
He also likes testing mine.
I’ve never tested his.
“Can he touch you?” I hear myself ask in a whisper and, I swear, behind that lion tamer’s mask, I see a glint flash in Merrick’s blue eyes—of shock or excitement, I can’t tell.
Henry’s hips slow, lose their rhythm. “Is that what you want to see?” he asks with ragged breaths. He’s close to coming.
I hesitate. “Just once.” Just like I agreed to that time in the grotto with Margo, even though I don’t crave women.
I want to know that Henry will bend for me as readily as I bend for him.
“Fuck,” he curses, then swallows hard. “Just this once. And only because it’s him.”
I bite back the smile of victory. Henry’s trying something he’s never done before—a seemingly impossible feat given his sexual experiences—and he’s not doing it for himself, he’s doing it because I asked him to.
“You sure?” Merrick asks, his hand still on Henry’s thigh.
“Make it worthwhile,” Henry growls.
A sexy smirk curls the lion tamer’s lips. “You know I will.” Merrick fishes out something from the pocket of his sagging pants, tearing off the plastic seal with his teeth in one expert bite. It’s a bottle of lube like the one the naughty mime gave Henry.
I watch in the myriad of reflections as he coats his fingers with the clear liquid, tosses the empty container, and then reaches forward to rub the spot behind Henry’s balls.
Henry’s breath hitches and I hold my breath, wondering how he’ll react.
His hips pick up their rhythm again and he slips in and out of me.
Merrick’s crooked smirk is intoxicating as he edges forward, his hip fitting in between Henry’s parted knees. “Stop for a minute,” he demands, his deep voice like honey.
Henry complies and Merrick’s muscular arm flexes as he hooks it around one of Henry’s legs and lifts. He slides his slick fingers farther back. “Not the best angle, but I can make it work,” Merrick murmurs.
Henry grunts, and I realize Merrick’s aim—which I should have when I asked for this. My skin ignites over my entire body and I can hardly breathe. Has Henry ever allowed anything like that?