He grinned, breathing in her nervousness. Consuming it. “It’s your turn to watch.”

Cassie swallowed and glanced over her shoulder, thankful that the few remaining people in the room weren’t paying them attention.

“W-what do you mean?” She turned back to T.J., receiving her answer from the quirk in his lips.

He removed one hand from behind his head and lowered it to his waistband. “Watch,” he reiterated, releasing the button on his pants and then lowering his zipper with torturing lethargy. “You scooted back onto that bed like a fucking dream.”

He hitched his ass off the mattress and lowered the material to the tops of his thighs, still with one lazy hand behind his head. The hardness of his cock was clearly visible through the thin material of his boxer briefs. She could see every inch, could almost feel the remembered sensation of his shaft in her palm.

“And that finger you placed in your mouth.” He groaned. “Jesus, that was hot.”

Her heart was fluttering uncontrollably. She was reliving those moments with a new perspective. No longer feeling the desperate humiliation.

He slid his hand over his crotch and closed his eyes briefly. His arousal was seeping under her skin, making her ache for what was right before her. Making her wet for his length. She knew the pleasure he would bring her, could already feel it with the tightening of her pussy.

He stroked his cock through his underwear, holding her gaze as he did it. “I’ve come so many times since that night, but my hand never seems to be enough.” He slipped his fingers under the elastic of his briefs and lowered the material as he gripped his bare shaft.

Saliva pooled in her mouth, the greedy need for him becoming overwhelming. Over a year had passed since she’d felt him at the back of her throat. She couldn’t wait any longer. She needed a taste, a touch, anything to take her mind off the slickness in her panties and the way her core continuously convulsed, begging for penetration.

She inched forward on her hands and knees, spreading his legs with her weight as she sank between them. His cock was right there, a mere lick away. Pre-come seeped from his slit, taunting her while his fist continued to work the length, up and down, stealing a hiss from his lips.

She reached for him, wanting his grip to be hers, needing her fingers to be the ones bringing him pleasure.

“Not tonight.” He lowered his hand from the headboard and delicately gripped her chin. “I want you too much, Cassie.”

She nodded, sneaking her tongue out to moisten her lips. The throb in her chest became heavier, anticipation and nerves working side by side. This was her first proper experience in a sex club. The one they’d been daydreaming about for years. The masquerade party had been a job, a task to try and win her husband back. This was different. Right now was all about foreplay and arousal, heat and love.

“Come here.” He held out his hand, silently asking for hers, and guided her to straddle his lap.

The material of her dress pulled uncomfortably tight around her thighs, the hem digging into her skin as she hovered over him.

“Can I hitch it up?” His words were soft, gentle, unlike the T.J. she was used to in the bedroom. “I know you’re nervous. I am too. There are a million thoughts running through my mind. About our past and our future. Where we are and the people watching. But I don’t want to think about that. I just want to think about you.”

He leaned forward, brushing his lips over hers. “Nobody else exists anymore. I’m done with the outside world.”

She remained still, poised over his lap, staring into the truth in his eyes. “Hitch it up.”

He slid the material higher, exposing the top of her thighs, coming to a stop when he exposed her black silk panties. T.J.’s brow furrowed, the briefest hint that he knew what she was thinking as he slid his hands around to her ass, digging his fingers into her skin with delicious ferocity.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, adding pressure to his touch, guiding her down to nestle against the hardness of his erection. She withheld a groan at the blissful torture of his heated shaft. The only thing between them was one thin layer of material, which was currently soaked with her arousal. “And wet.”

She nodded. “If we were at home right now, I’d beg you to fuck me.”

“Do it anyway. What’s stopping you?”

She held in a nervous laugh. “Maybe the fifteen to twenty people that would come rushing over to see the show.”

His lips quirked, the unmistakable sign of arrogance she loved seeing in this man. “They know better than to stare. They’d steal a brief glimpse for now, and that’s all. They know you’re new down here.”

“Are you trying to make me more nervous?”

He chuckled. “No. But the few people paying us attention are currently doing so because you’re beautiful. You have a body built for pleasure. And it isn’t hard to tell what they’re thinking.”

“Hmm?” She didn’t want to ask. Her lips wouldn’t move to voice the words. The fact they were watching at all had adrenaline pulsing through her veins.

He leaned into her, nuzzled her neck, running his lips along her skin. “They want to fuck you, Cassie.” He nipped at her. “Almost as much as I do.”

She moaned, arching her neck to give him better access. Her nerves were on fire, every inch of her tingling with sensations.

“They want to tie you up. To fuck you until you scream. They’d fight to have you, if I let them.”

Her nipples hardened at his words. She didn’t want anyone else. Never would. Yet the admiration of strangers made her body ignite in the most delirious sort of way.

“They want you in the swing, your body completely naked apart from the straps holding you up. They want your thighs tight around their waist. Your pussy at their mercy.”

She closed her eyes and began rocking against his erection, unable to deny the friction her clit was demanding.

“They want you riding them. Just like you’re riding me, teasing my cock with that sweet heat of yours.”

She whimpered. Oh, God. She needed relief. Half her body had lost sensation, while the other half—the half that consisted of her thighs, abdomen and sex—were all pulsing, throbbing, tingling with a mass of intensity she couldn’t control.

He slid his fingers between them, and she snapped her eyes open to witness him gripping the crotch of her panties, pulling them to the side.

“I’m dying to be inside you.”

She was dying for him to be there, for the torment to be over and the pleasure to take hold. She hovered above him, her hands gripping his shoulders as he rubbed his cock down her opening, his fingers still holding her panties out of the way.

Fuck it. “I’ll take them off.” She scampered, twisting and turning, wiggling and shimmying until the panties were off. Then she was back straddling him, her ass still covered by the dress, but her sex clearly visible between them.

“You’re a dream, Cassie. A fantasy.” He ran a hand through her hair and palmed her nape, dragged her to his lips. “I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”

She smiled against his mouth. “Your mother wouldn’t appreciate that.”

“Don’t go killing the buzz, my love.”

She chuckled and closed her eyes, sinking down on to him, the hardness of his cock tearing a moan from her throat.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Fuck, you’re hard,” she countered. He was so thick, so absolutely perfect that her pussy was already threatening to become overwhelmed. Her hips rocked of their own accord, their bodies already familiar with passion.

He gripped her ass in one hand, grinding into her, giving her clit brief glimpses of necessary friction as he glided his mouth over hers. There were no thoughts. Only pleasure. Only the building climax threatening to end this moment too soon.

Their tongues tangled, breath mingled, and through it all, he continued to hold her, his hand clutching her nape, his grip on her ass. She was drowning in his love, succumbing to the relief she wasn’t sure she was ready to feel.