I avert my gaze, feeling my cheeks flush, but we’re in a House of Mirrors and there is nowhere I can look without watching their tongues dance and Margo’s palm rubbing against Merrick’s erection.
Beneath me, Henry’s cock hardens. “Watch them,” he whispers, leaning in to catch my earlobe with his teeth. “I know you want to.”
Margo fumbles with the waistband of Merrick’s striped pants, unfastening and pushing them down his thighs. She drops to her knees, giving us all a good look at his carved body and very impressive, hard length.
My lips part with a sharp inhale as she drags her tongue over him, from root to tip, and I somehow feel it at my core.
Merrick’s head falls back, his fingers seizing her shiny black bob. He guides her forward until she’s swallowing him. They fall into a rhythm—nothing like the punishing one that Warner subjected Tatiana to—and the soft hums and sucking sounds escaping them have my heartbeat sprinting.
There’s no need to wonder if Joel is okay with watching his girlfriend give another man a blow job—thanks to his costume, we can see just how much he’s enjoying the view.
“What if someone comes here?” I whisper.
“What if they do?” Henry repositions me so I’m facing them, my back flush against his chest, my legs dangling over his knees, not touching the floor. His cock presses against that round metal base, the pressure an odd mix of uncomfortable and erotic.
Margo pauses long enough to give a command in French.
Joel tugs his costume down past his hips and moves closer. Margo reaches up to stroke his swollen length, her mouth never leaving Merrick.
Henry’s grip on my hips tightens, his breathing in my ear shallow as he watches Margo pleasure two other men.
I grind against his lap, as much for his benefit as for mine.
With a groan, his fingers dig into my flesh.
I roll my hips again, and the silver plug rolls inside me in a delightful way.
“You like watching him fuck her mouth,” he murmurs in my ear.
It’s not a question, and yet I nod.
“How much?” He slips his hand beneath my little skirt and between my legs, sliding his fingers under the elastic band of my bottoms. His thumb circles around my clit as he glides his fingers around my entrance, sliding in next to the plug. I know what he’s going to find—my body soaked.
I part my legs a touch to give him better access.
He inhales sharply. “I thought so.”
It’s dark under the red light and Merrick’s mask hides all, and yet I sense his eyes on us—on where my skirt hides Henry’s illicit touch. It doesn’t bother me that he’s watching, though. In fact, the thought that a man like him might watch Henry and me together—might enjoy it—makes my heart pound harder.
I open my thighs more, even as I tremble with nervous excitement.
Henry’s hands move, grabbing hold of the elastic waistband of my bottoms. He tugs and shimmies them off, pushing them past my knees. They fall to the floor, and he guides my thighs to hang over each side of his lap, spreading me wide. My little skirt still covers me but barely, riding high enough to reveal the garter belt clips. His hand is back beneath my skirt in seconds, seizing the round handle of the plug. Ever so slowly, he pulls it out before running it through my slit. A glimmer of silver catches in the countless mirrors before it disappears inside me again.
Over and over again, Henry teases me with the toy and we watch as Margo deep-throats Merrick and strokes Joel. There isn’t an angle in here where everyone can’t watch what everyone else is doing.
There’s no denying that I’m enjoying this show. The plug glides easily over my slick flesh now, slipping in and out with no effort.
A worry flitters through my mind—of strangers coming around the corner and discovering this depravity—but it’s fleeting. The only people who can identify me are directly in front of me, and none of them will be fazed by anything Henry and I do. With that in mind, I let my body relax against him.
My skirt rides up, enough that it no longer hides anything.
Merrick curses and the reaction stirs a tingling at the base of my spine.
Margo releases her grip on Joel and demands something in French, and Joel drops to his knees next to her, facing Merrick.
A soft gasp escapes me as they both lean in, their tongues tangling over Merrick’s tip as they kiss, lapping at it in between the strokes they share.
“Fuck.” Merrick’s head falls back, his Adam’s apple a sharp jut along a deliciously thick neck.
The teasing lasts another ten seconds and then Joel slides his mouth down, taking Merrick in.