“I don’t know. I wasn’t looking at her when I came in the room.”
“She had all these guys on her, like they were feeding off her, and this guy came all over her face then punched her in the nose. It was awful,” her voice cracked.
Rubbing her back, Hawk said, “Babe, I told you it gets wild at the parties. Anything goes here, and the sluts are in tune with that. They know the score before they get here. They choose to come here. Do things get out of hand? Yeah, they sometimes do, but the sluts know all that going in.”
“Why did he hit her like that?”
“It’s called Strawberry Cheesecake, and it means a guy comes over a woman’s face then follows it with a hard punch in her nose to draw blood.”
“That’s supposed to be pleasurable?”
“Babe, this has nothing to do with us. I’m with you, and I don’t get it, but who knows what gets people off, right? The point is she was into it. It’s their business. Okay?” Hawk tilted Cara’s face up, and he lowered his mouth over hers. “You okay?”
“I guess. The whole thing was disturbing.”
“I know, baby. It’s a lot to handle. Stay with me, and don’t separate again, got it?”
She nodded. The image of blood streaming down the naked woman’s face burned in her mind.
“Let’s go have a drink,” Hawk said.
With his arm around her shoulders, they walked back to the yard where a huge bonfire crackled, its yellow flames leaping toward the twinkling chips in the sky. Finding a place by the fence, Hawk spread out his jacket for Cara to sit on. As she sat on the ground, he pulled her between his legs, and she leaned her back into his chest. While taking a deep drink from his beer bottle, he handed her another vodka tonic. “Bat out of Hell” by Meatloaf belted out of the speakers which surrounded the yard.
Men and women threw bottles, chairs, blankets, and most anything they found into the bonfire. At that point in the night, most of the people were drunk or close to it, and all around Cara, people fucked. Never having seen so many people screw each other in public, she was amazed how freely they dropped their pants and hiked up their skirts to screw wherever they were.
Sipping her drink, Cara wondered if Hawk liked to fuck in public. After all, this was his club, and earlier in the evening he admitted he loved to party. As she took in the party antics, someone watched her. Glancing to Cara’s right, the bleached-blonde woman stared at Cara with daggers in her eyes while a member banged her hard. Is she one of the women he’s been with? Fearing the answer, Cara erased the question from her mind and ignored the woman’s dirty looks.
Hawk, stroking her hair, brushed it behind her ears then leaned in and kissed her neck while his fingers massaged her shoulders. His breathing deepened, and against the small of her back, his hardness pressed into her. While he licked and kissed the nape of her neck, he brought his hand down and cupped one of her tits.
A few feet from them, a woman groaned as a man sucked her nipples and another slammed his cock into her pussy. Peeking at the threesome having sex made Cara’s panties damp, and a red tint colored her cheeks as a sweet throb pulsed in her sex. What the hell? The live sex show aroused her and compulsion forced her to become a voyeur. Shame mixed with stimulation as she shifted her weight from side to side.
“Are you getting turned on watching them?” Hawk breathed into her ear.
Cara held her legs together and pinkish splotches scattered across her face at his words. How had he guessed? Was her arousal that transparent?
“My cock wants in, Cara,” he rasped as he tweaked her nipple through her top’s fabric.
Cara stiffened. Did he want to screw her in public? It was one thing to watch others do it, but for her to do it? She wasn’t crazy about that. No, not at all.
His finger came up from behind her ass, and he stroked her wet pussy. Biting her lip hard, she stifled her moan.
“You’re wet again, babe. Fuck, you’re insatiable.” He chuckled under his breath. “That works out great for me, because I can’t get enough of you.” He swiveled his hips, moving his stiff cock against her back. “See how hard you make me?”
Tilting her head up, he kissed her while his finger played with her mound, but Cara clamped her legs together as she twisted her hips. “Come on, baby. Open your legs more so I can get into your hot pussy.”
Resisting, Cara said, “I don’t feel comfortable. You know, doing it in public and all.”
“No one’s looking, Cara. Everyone’s too busy fucking to give a shit about what we’re doing. I’m fuckin’ horny for you.”