One To Watch (Fantasy Heights) (5 page)

He leaned forward to speak against her ear. “If you’re up for it, I want to fuck you on that dance floor, right in the middle of all these people.”

She sat up to watch his face. Inside, it felt as if a racecar driver had floored the accelerator. Potent sexual fuel poured into her veins when she thought of what he was asking. And of what very similar creatures they were. More than once she’d imagined having sex in this club among onlookers. To have that desire matched by Neil made the idea even more seductive.

She didn’t say anything, only let all that she was thinking and feeling surface in her eyes.

Neil could read her well enough. A vein in his neck begin to throb, and his pupils dilated.

The
question became how long to draw this out, and what part of sex in public appealed most to Neil. She wished she’d had a chance to work with Ben on an exhibitionist fantasy. All Thomas had ever said on the subject was that most exhibitionists responded to two things: call of the wild or getting away with something forbidden.

Not a lot of help, there. She supposed this was less ‘call of the wild’ and more ‘getting away with the forbidden.’ She did remember quite clearly feeling almost undone once on that dance floor. The muscles inside her pussy contracted, thinking of her first threesome clients, Kevin and Lisa, and the way they’d explored her, finger-banging and stroking her into charged, ravenous appetite. And then later in the room, the way her body had rebelled into orgasm, seeing Josh’s arousal.

At the thought of Josh, her mind gave a guilty jolt. What would happen the next time he booked a night with her? Or if she just ran into him? What on earth would she say? How on earth could she tell him what she’d learned? It was inconceivable that she wouldn’t acknowledge what he’d been through, somehow. To conceal the knowledge would be worse than ignoring it.

Lord, how complicated life had become while she wasn’t paying attention. Things had started so simply, with Josh as her favorite observer.

Observer. Crap. Her scattered wits hit another speed bump. Sure, she and Neil were in a club full of people. She hardly needed a bodyguard with him around, but rules were rules.

“Hang on,” she told him. “We’re short an observer, I think.”

“No, we’re cool. Jerod’s right over there.” He gestured toward the sound booth where a clutch of people stood. Two of them were other performers, one was a guest she’d seen around a lot, and the last wore a black, short-sleeved Fantasy Heights security uniform. And how. He had wide shoulders, narrow hips, and impressive arms corded with wiry muscle. Short brown hair lightly kissed with sun. Maybe two or three years younger than she was, and blessed with good-natured confidence and looks to spare.

He seemed familiar, but she couldn’t place him. Later. She’d worry about him later.

Neil jogged her hand. “You don’t remember him? He was the other guy, that first time on the throne room set. You ordered him to strip.”

Right. Now she remembered. He’d worn an emerald-green waistcoat that night, the young lord seated at table with Neil until she put him to work with a maid. She’d had no idea he was resort security at the time, but who cared? Didn’t they have better, more explicit things to do?

Neil could read her expressions, even when she didn’t particularly wish him to. He laughed at her impatience. “I wouldn’t disregard him so quickly, if I were you. According to Thomas they’re about to axe the head of security, and hire your strip slave to take over. So you’ll want to make nice with the kid. Get familiar so he’s got your back.”

“Done. Can we go dance now?”

Neil laughed again and relented, leading her to the dance floor while she set her mind back to the business of fulfilling Neil’s sex-in-public fantasy. Her own body hummed with hunger at the thought of fucking him in the midst of strangers. There were eight or so on the dance floor already, the compact space nicely full.

Neil pulled her gently through the others toward the back wall, near the two chairs that always flanked a fire-exit door. She and her mystery client had used one the first time they’d been together in this club.

With that thought came a surge of anger, and she forced herself not to dwell. Neil. She was with Neil, who knew exactly what he wanted, it seemed, when he put his back to the far wall and turned her around to face the other dancers. He took her by the waist and drew her back against him, settling his hands on her hips, guiding her until she was swaying to the beat.

Neil did not want her to grind. His hands allowed only gentle, enticing contact that had a tangible effect. Against her back, she could feel his cock grow hard, and her own body quicken in answer. A potent pang of memory spilled heat into her belly and between her legs, both pussy and anus. He and Josh together had delivered decadent, overwhelming pleasure.

Neil flattened one hand against her navel, holding her against him, and took advantage of Kara’s design work. Beneath the silk and up her ribs, he let his other hand take a slow wander until he was cupping her right breast and had her nipple pinched between fingertips.

As he began to roll her nipple—and not gently—she had to inhale deep, slow breaths to keep hold of her senses. Much as she might like to assume control and turn all attention onto him, she had to take her cues from Neil. Right now, he wanted to torment her. Apparently beyond reason, as he kept his scratchy chin pressed behind her ear, and his fingers working her nipple that seemed hardwired to the furnace gathering heat between her legs.

The first time he changed course to pull her nipple, stretching it into a bright peak of glorious pain, she couldn’t help but cry out. Behind her, she felt Neil go still.

“Quiet,” he said. “The others aren’t watching you yet. I want to do one more thing before we turn any heads.”

She tried to focus on the words, and struggle as she might to remember that he was a client and this was a job, the chemicals were very much in charge. They threatened to take over completely when Neil’s free hand went for the slit on the left side of her skirt.

Deliberate, he took his time. He let slightly roughened fingertips trail over her heated skin as they made for the cinders between her legs. She shifted one foot back to allow him better access. He slipped his index finger along her slit. When he felt how wet and how heated she’d become, she felt his mouth open, and a considerable change in his breathing. His cock pulsed against her back in involuntary response, and the feel of it, the promise of it, made her writhe in an agony of impatience. How was she supposed to remain passive through this?

As if she hadn’t been driven high enough already, she felt the muscles in his arm tighten against her side, and then her eyes fluttered closed as he offered some scant relief by letting two fingers slide into her cunt.

This was no tease. He pushed in hard and deep, forcing her up onto tiptoes.

Deep breath. Deep, deep breath. She could come right that very second if he gave her the slightest sign he wanted her to. She pulled her leg and inner muscles taut to trap his hand just as it was, and felt a new stirring, a fluttery zap of electrochemical tumult form around his fingers.

She’d swear he could feel it as his chest heaved behind her, as if he didn’t quite have control of himself anymore, either.

She was ready to say the most outrageously provocative thing she could think of to incite him to fuck her when she opened her eyes and discovered two sets of eyes watching. A slightly older man and woman were openly staring now, gazes travelling in unison from her breasts to between her legs, where it must be obvious what Neil was doing to her behind the dark silk.

With the Allman Brothers blaring through the club and an avid two-member audience looking on, Neil began to pump his hand, very slowly, and roll her nipple. It felt so good, but she wanted to come so very badly. She didn’t want to let him down by climaxing before he got what he wanted. Truth be told, for her, at this moment, the addition of an audience to her public arousal was rather like pouring chocolate syrup over chocolate cake with chocolate frosting: delicious but pointless. She was already so far gone, the slightest pressure in the wrong spot might overtax her failing control.

Think about something else, she pleaded with herself, watching the other couple watch her in return. Think about anything except Neil banging her hard. Instead, she thought about asking Thomas how he had developed such control on set. She had never met anyone with so much command over their own chemistry. Derek certainly had nothing like it. She would need to learn how Thomas managed so that she always had something, anything to weigh anchor with inside this blaring, deafening tempest of hungers.

She leaned her head back against Neil’s shoulder, hauling air in and out of her lungs, fighting to tamp down encroaching release. He pushed his fingers in deep. With his other hand, he took a fistful of brown silk and pulled until the snaps at her waist gave way.

She felt a stir of air around her legs as the lightweight silk rippled forward, leaving her bareback. The snaps at her neck held, but it probably wouldn’t be long before they let go as well.

She didn’t care. All that mattered right then was the relentless pressure of Neil’s fingers, his aggressive penetration, and the profound need to make him, somehow, feel as much pleasure as he was giving.

It was she herself who pulled the neck snaps open. She did it to garner the attention he wanted, so that while he fucked her, everyone watching would know that he was the one she wanted, the only one who could entice her to that level of abandon.

Neil growled against her neck and began to pump his hand again and renew the assault on her nipple. Burning from the inside out, she barely had any sense of time and place anymore, but she knew what she wanted to do to him. With those chairs nearby, it would be easily accomplished.

She placed a hand over each of his and applied enough pressure to get his attention.

He was quick to press his mouth behind her ear. “What are you doin’?”

“You’ll see,” she told him. “I want you to sit in one of those chairs.”

Neil made it clear he was reluctant to stop banging her long enough to obey, but he released her. With nearly everyone in the club watching now, they moved almost as one, battling belt and zipper until his trousers and boxers came away and he was in the chair.

She knelt and pulled his knees farther apart. No warm-ups. She skipped straight to cupping his balls, rubbing with one hand while with the other she rolled the tip between her thumb and the side of her index finger.

“Ah, Christ.” He let his head fall back against the black fabric-covered wall behind him. “You are gonna be the death of me. I swear it.”

Served him right, she thought, but didn’t say. Instead, she kissed the tip of his cock and felt his entire torso go rigid.

So responsive, so hot. She took one hand away to flatten her palm against his hipbone, feeling the furrow where firm bands of muscle met. Then higher under his shirt, to his navel, and higher still, where she ran her nails over a nicely defined abdomen.

Beneath her lips, she felt his cock harden still more. He liked the nails.

Next thing she knew, he had her by the wrists, dragging her to her feet again. “You gotta slow down, pretty girl.”

“Slow down? I’m about to implode.”

“Well, if you’d stop trying to medal me in the speed-coming championship, I’d do what I planned in the first place.”

She laughed. “Oh? What’s that?”

“What was it you said? ‘You’ll see?’”

Trusting him despite the now agonizing arousal, she was subjected to a show of force and strength that left her more turned on than ever. He lifted and turned her around to stand above him, one foot on a chair on either side of them.

Her knees almost wilted when he rested his hands behind each one. Facing him as she was, her pussy was inches away that maddening, tantalizing mouth.

“Take hold of that.” He nodded toward Jerod, who reached above them to hang a trapeze bar from one of the metal restraint anchors overhead. “You’ll need the support before I’m done.”

The arrogance, she thought. Justly earned, she conceded and whimpered as he showed her what he wanted next. He pulled her knees apart, forcing her to bend and spread them, exposing her pussy to him.

And suddenly she was ever so grateful for the trapeze handle. Without its sturdy support, she might have fallen straight over into their audience when Neil turned his mouth up to run his tongue between her cunt lips, parting them and igniting the rest of her. He pinpointed her clit with the tip of his tongue and, keeping up merciless pressure, made tiny circles she felt clear up her spine.

It was not possible to be silent. A guttural moan of deep relief teamed with mindless pleasure hummed out of her. Neil made a questioning sound against her and slid his hands up her thighs to her buttocks, taking hold in that unrelenting, unforgettable way of his, and directing her to grind her clit onto his tongue.

“Oh, God,” she breathed. “Neil, please. I can’t…”

He took his mouth away. “No. You can’t come. Not yet.”

Neither of them were terribly careful as he regained his feet once more. He pulled and tugged until she was hanging from the handle, knees squeezing his ribs, impaled on a concrete-hard cock. Now that he was finally inside her they both stopped to breathe for a moment. On her part, she tried to memorize how good this felt, how amazing to have his wide, solid shaft driven deep inside her pussy.

She had no idea what Neil might be thinking, but gave up all thought entirely when he made a fist at her nape and pulled her mouth down to his. She could still taste herself on his lips. He didn’t give her much time to register the sensation. He once more transferred his grip onto her hips and raised his own, driving out all thought.

Try as she might, she couldn’t fend off the orgasm forever. She’d barely crested the first sparkling clench of it before Neil tumbled after her. It took a long time for hers to ebb away and nearly as long for Neil to drape his arms around her waist and gather her tight up against him. The strength that had so impressed her gave way a bit. His legs quaked as he lifted and coaxed her to release the bar.