“Oh my God,” I hiss, enthralled by the performance.
Merrick grasps the back of Joel’s head and guides him up and down a few times before pulling him away with a fist of hair and silently commanding Margo to take over. Back and forth, the two take turns pleasuring Merrick as Henry teases me mercilessly with this toy.
I’ve never seen anything like this before. Maybe it’s because Joel and Merrick are both attractive on their own or because they don’t seem to have sexual hang-ups, or maybe it’s because we’re all wearing masks and under red lights surrounded by mirrors, but a strange electricity ignites every sense inside me. I feel like I’m about to explode. All rational thoughts vanish.
I roll my hips against Henry’s hand as I drift into that place of lost inhibitions, my skirt riding higher until it’s bunched at my waist. Suddenly, the ache to have Henry inside me is too much. I grind my ass into his lap.
“Fuck, Abbi,” he growls.
“No names, remember?” I scold softly.
His free hand slides down my Lycra top, beneath my bra, to fill with my breast, collecting my pebbled nipple between his fingertips.
I don’t know how we ended up in this situation and yet now that we’re here, there’s only one way I want it to end. I reach between us to fumble with his belt and zipper, blindly unfastening them until I can fist his cock through his briefs.
The metal plug clangs against the floor, cast aside as Henry wrestles his pants down his thighs and yanks my body back. I cry out as he sinks into me with a single thrust and then brace my palms on his knees as I ride him, feeling heaviness grow in my belly as he fills me over and over again, hitting that spot deep inside.
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.