A Gentleman in the Street (26 page)

Jacob pulled Akira closer. “I might.”

“Might what?”

He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. Let it go when she sighed. “Might be okay with sharing my girlfriend or my wife. If I was there. If I was a part of it. If she was sharing with me.”

A tremor went through her, so slight he would have missed it if he weren’t hugging her close.

“You’re just saying that.”

He nodded at the scene on the stage. “I’ve fantasized about that. About two women…”

“Worshipping your cock?” She gave a soft snort. “What man hasn’t?”

Despite her dismissive words, her hand wedged between them, right on his fly. He breathed a sigh of relief when his dick was released from its prison, the air-conditioned coolness of the room a welcome relief on his heated flesh.

She leaned back and was silent for a few heartbeats, staring at his cock, her hand barely encircling its thickness. She moved her hand up to the flared head and then down to the base. “I didn’t get a good look at you in your car.”

He had never given his size or the appearance of his cock much attention. It was a part of his body, one he had occasionally resented and cursed over the years when it wanted something his brain objected to.

But the way she was looking at him, the way she sounded as she held him, made him glad for whatever it was about him that pleased her.

“You’re so big.” She traced the veins. “So gorgeous.”

He raised an eyebrow, vaguely discomfited by any part of him being called gorgeous. But hey, if she liked his cock, he was more than happy.

“Poor baby,” she crooned, and squeezed him. “You should have said something earlier. I bet this hurts.”

“It does.”

A triumphant, challenging smile lit her face. “Let’s see what we can do about it.” She turned her head in the direction of the couch next to them, where the couple had been kissing, and nodded once, regal command infusing her. “Jessie, can you come here for a second? I need a hand.” Her lips lifted. “And your mouth.”

A beat later, the pretty redhead crawled over. Her pupils were dilated with lust, a flush covering her skin. “Gladly.”

“Akira…” He said her name because he was too excited to verbalize anything else.

She misinterpreted his utterance, however, as protest. “You said you might be okay with sharing. Don’t you want to find out?” Her smile was tinged with resignation. “Or say the word, and we can opt for something a little less extreme.”

He could say it, and she would back off. He glanced at the redhead, and at her date watching from the sofa, massaging the bulge in his pants, barely visible in the glow of the lighting illuminating the stage.

He turned back to Akira. Sweat collected at his hairline. Coming here had been a big step for him, but this…this was the pivotal moment, the second he either folded or went all-in.

Jacob nipped her lower lip, and then laved it. “I want to find out. Give me my fantasy.”

Akira’s narrow nostrils flared. In a flurry of red and orange chiffon, she came to kneel on the couch next to him. There were no introductions made. Akira merely held his cock up for the other woman and nodded. Without another word, Jessie’s lips closed around his cock and she swallowed him, her throat working. His hands fisted as he tried not to shout, to pull the audience’s attention away from the stage. Though it would be difficult for them to even notice him, he realized with a single glance around the room. Everyone was making their share of noise, the scene on the stage proving far too inspiring to most of the viewers.

Akira slipped off the couch and pushed at his legs to make room. He spread them wider to accommodate both women, his mind spinning. This was overstimulation of a kind he had never before experienced.

He loved it.

Akira stroked Jessie’s hair, and the girl eased up so Akira could also play, and then he had two tongues lapping his cock. A hand—he wasn’t sure whose—fondled his balls, pulling and teasing them.

A motion out of the corner of his eye alerted him that Jessie’s date had risen from their sofa and made his way over. He had his cock out, his hand slicking over the lubed surface as he watched the two women going down on him.

Their tongues tangled and rubbed against each other, occasionally sharing a kiss while they toyed with him.

His hands fisted on the couch next to him, unable to hold back the rough words. “I’m going to come.”

“Good,” Akira said, and cast the woman a glance that was both mischievous and competitive. “Whoever gets him there gets the prize.”

The impish guest grinned. “The usual?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“What’s the prize?” he managed to mumble, though how he was able to marshal any thoughts, he wasn’t certain. His dick was wet with saliva, and two plump lips weren’t far away.

“You’ll see.” Akira gripped his cock and swallowed it deep, prompting a helpless moan from deep in his chest. Jessie took her place the instant she withdrew. They alternated, the two of them, until he had no choice but to touch them, one hand buried in black hair, the other in red.

His balls drew up tight to his body, his spine tingling. When Akira’s warm, wet lips surrounded him, he shut his eyes and blew, his thighs tensing as he flooded her mouth.

She withdrew, one finger swiping at the corner of her mouth and then licking it.

“You win.” Jessie smirked and turned, leaning back against the couch, her legs spread.

“I did.” Akira turned her hot eyes to the other woman and gave his spent cock a final pet, her blood-red nails a marked contrast to his skin.

She crawled between the other woman’s legs, shoving her dress up, revealing strong, tanned legs. Nice legs. Still, Jacob wouldn’t have hardened as quickly as he did for a pair of nice legs. No, it was Akira’s lips and hands on those legs that turned him inside out.

Jessie moaned as Akira kissed her way up her leg. The girl’s escort moved closer to their couch, his gaze locked on the two women, one hand around his thick cock. With the other, he pulled Jessie’s hair out of her face. “You good, babe?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned, her voice rising when Akira found her pussy.

There was absolutely no need for quiet any longer. The three people were fucking on the stage now, Zoe holding Tess’s face against her pussy while David fucked her from behind. Her muffled shrieks were silenced against the other woman’s flesh.

Around the room, moans and gasps and cries rent the air. Jacob squinted, part of him wishing he could see the specifics of what each occupant was doing, but the stage lights illuminating the room only afforded him general impressions of locked arms and writhing bodies.

You’d implode if you could see everything.

This was true. His cock was already hard and ready to play again, thrusting obscenely out of the fly of his pants, still wet from the women’s saliva and his own come.

Jessie’s date fisted his hand in Jessie’s hair. On her next moan, he took advantage of her open mouth to push his cock inside.

Instinct guiding him, Jacob slid off the couch so he could get on his knees next to Akira. The old Jacob might have asked for permission—hell, the old Jacob would have never been here—but this Jacob thought nothing of working Jessie’s dress higher so he could have an unobstructed view of Akira’s mouth on her pussy.

Akira’s head came up for a second, and he caught confusion and arousal in her face before Jessie groaned and Akira returned to her place, running her tongue between the woman’s plump pussy lips. She was so wet, Akira’s face was covered in her juices. Her painted-red lips covered the woman’s clit and she sucked, and Jacob had to squeeze his cock tight not to come right there.

Jessie squealed, and the vibration must have been enough to send her lover right over the edge. He grunted and held her head still while he came.

Akira redoubled her efforts, and his vision became startlingly clear. He tracked every detail of this scene and the way she looked—the high flush on her cheeks, the way her breasts dangled below her, her utter absorption.

Not daring to think, he drew his hand over the elegant line of her back and over her ass, clutching the fabric of her dress.

She cast him another glance, and he saw surprise this time too. That he was taking any initiative, maybe? That he was still there? That he was embracing her desires?

He shifted her G-string aside with one crooked finger and found her pussy waiting for him, so hot and wet he almost died when he dipped inside.

This was his. The thought rooted in his brain with the kind of certainty he couldn’t shake. The pussy he had stamped his mark on when he’d walked through the door. It was his, no matter who fucked it.

His hand came up, and he smacked the resilient flesh of her ass, indulging a long-held dark fantasy. Christ, how many times had he shamefully watched a porno where a woman was spanked until her ass was red, the flesh jiggling with every strike? How many times had he jerked off, imagining Akira in the place of those nameless actresses?

He smacked Akira again. A moan and a squeal. Again. Same response. Again and again, his heartbeat pounding, his poor, blood-deprived brain logging each movement she made that told him she liked what he was doing.

Hungry, he moved his hand lower, sinking his middle finger inside her. She was hot and wet, and she clamped down on his digit so hard he thought he might come from that alone.

She wiggled her ass, and he took the cue, slowly fucking her with the single finger before adding another. And another, until her ass was bobbing in the air as she fucked back for more
.

Her moans and breaths were muffled against the other woman’s pussy, but Jacob had pulled orgasms from her before. He could read her. She was so hot for it, so eager, it wouldn’t be long.

For either of the women, it appeared. Jessie clutched her man’s hand and came with a loud scream, rivaling the noises anywhere in the room.

Akira lifted her head, black eyes flashing and meeting his. “Don’t…stop,” she breathed.

“I couldn’t.”

A shriek brought his gaze to the stage. Zoe had released the clamp around the girl’s nipples, and she was massaging her breasts. David’s hand traveled between the girls’ legs as he continued to fuck her from behind.

“Not that one,” she sobbed.

“Tess,” Zoe soothed, and captured her head between her hands. “You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she cried out.

“Then let us take it off.”

Tess nodded reluctantly but let out a scream when David did just that, pain and pleasure mixing in the noise until Jacob couldn’t tell what she was experiencing.

There was no mistaking, however, the pleasure racking her as she began to orgasm, or the way she bore back against the cock fucking her as if she would die without it.

He met Akira’s eyes, and with one hand he removed the clamp on his nipple. There was pain as blood rushed to the previously constricted tip, but it was the kind of pain that made his balls tighten.

He reached below Akira and did the same to her breast, loving the way her eyes darkened before closing, the way her body shuddered as she grasped his thigh and Jessie’s calf. He shoved his fingers deep inside her and ground his palm upward, agitating her clit. He held it there as she came and came.

“Perfect,” he murmured.

Jacob didn’t look intimidated, or scared, or frightened, or remotely close to running away.

He looked hungry. Like a starving man facing a buffet.

Not for the first time since she had planned this night in a spurt of rash impulse, Akira wondered if she had done the right thing. She’d been so certain he’d be chased off within the first hour, either by disgust or intimidation. It was one thing for him to catch isolated glimpses of her sex drive. It was quite another to see the extent of her depravity firsthand.

But he seemed to be…loving this? He hadn’t shied away from her hunger. He had embraced it. Gotten off on it.

Rough fingers drifted over her nape, and she shivered. They were leaning against the wall in the adjoining room, where a man worked a woman over with a whip. Still not severe pain, in her opinion, and since Jacob had yet to call it quits, she figured he agreed.

He was watching the scene, intent on the players but not furiously, violently engaged as he had been when Zoe was running the show. No surprise. Zoe was a master at crafting arousal with everyone in the room.

His pants were done up again, but his shirt was only half buttoned, resulting in a disheveled and slightly used appearance.

They hadn’t exchanged much conversation after she had come, her face still wet with Jessie’s pussy. Steve and Jessie had retreated to their couch to canoodle. The couple had met at her last party and become romantically involved. They were still in the cooing stage of new love.

Their lovey-doveyness wouldn’t have been so annoying if every fiber of Akira’s being hadn’t urged her to also snuggle into Jacob’s lap. That sort of behavior was out of the question when her emotions were so riotous.

So instead she had quickly tidied herself up and led him out of the room while the stars on the stage shrieked in orgasmic bliss.

Akira bent her head so his fingers could trail along her neck, and shivered before she caught herself.

Out of control. That was what he made her feel. Unable to command the world as she normally did. She’d lusted after many a man before, but never one like this. He gave her an indication of lust and she forgot everything in the world except getting him as close to her as possible.

She’d wrestled herself back in the other room, though. She had been the one controlling the show.

I might be okay with sharing my girlfriend or my wife. If I was there. If I was a part of it. If she was sharing with me.

Mentally, she snorted. Lies. Jacob would never be okay with such a thing.

He didn’t look too upset when your head was between another woman’s thighs.

’Cause it was girl on girl. Men’s brains short-circuited when breasts were rubbing together.

That must be why he looked so disgusted when Remy was fucking you inside a storage closet.