On the bed, Lily moved. She turned her head slightly toward him and wet her lips. "You were very good downstairs."
"Practice," he replied roughly. He had plenty of practice with plenty of women, both nameless and not.
She tucked her chin close in a short nod. "Will you close the door?"
His grip tightened on the handle and before he completely decided between his conscience and his cock, he pulled the door shut. Some clever trick of acoustics muted the music that slammed so vigorously on the play floor. In the social lounge downstairs, he'd been able to talk with Cavin at a conversational volume. With the door closed in the sky box, the music faded so low he could have heard Lily whisper.
She moved at the sound of the door latching, flexing her narrow feet and folding forward onto her hands and knees on the bed. The soft shadow of her slit peeked at him from between shapely thighs.
Makes me want to grab a strap-on- Christ. He exiled the rest of the thought before Summer's voice withered his dick.
The memory did give him an idea. Violently suppressing his urge to open his pants and hilt himself in her ready flesh, he crossed to the right wall and catalogued the contents of the cabinet. Dildos in a variety of sizes, wrapped in plastic to signify they'd been sanitized since their last use, nestled in a long, wide drawer. He selected two phallic toys from the array despite the protesting throb of need in his cock. On the way back to the bed, he commandeered a straight-backed chair and dragged it with him.
He dropped the toys, one a short, slim plastic vibrator and the other a thick, weighty rod of silicone, onto the bed and positioned his chair directly behind her. Speaking was risky but it was easy to roughen his voice. "I don't do no-name sex, sweetheart, but I'll finish what I started downstairs."
Her thighs and ass tensed. Relaxed. She whispered, "All right. Thank you."
With her agreement, he sat and stroked his palms over her high arches and slim calves. "Spread your knees and sit back for me."
Lily took direction well. In keeping with his instructions, she adjusted her position until her thighs splayed wide and her hips hovered above her heels. Her wetness glistened in the low light and made the bare, silky lips of her pussy gleam. Drawing deep on the clean scent of her arousal, he indulged himself and touched her the way he'd wanted to touch her down on the play floor.
She quivered as he stroked her satiny petals and slid two into her. She was tight but her cream eased his way. Lily's shoulder blades drew together and she hung her head, but not before her low groan of approval reached his ears. Hot and tight, her inner walls flexed hard. He resisted the demanding pull and withdrew, spreading her wetness up to her anus. She shuddered and he permitted himself a grim smile. He hadn't missed her earlier reaction to his touch. If they wore fewer masks and kept fewer secrets, he'd mount her and shove himself deep.
He still might.
But not yet. Retrieving the short vibrator, he ran it down between her spread legs and thumbed the vibe to a low setting as the tapered head crested her clit.
"Ahh!" She curled her toes against the midnight linens beneath her.
Jude grasped her thigh to keep her still and dialed the vibe to a higher setting. He swirled the hard plastic tip through her folds and thrust shallowly into her pussy while she trembled in his hold. The pattern of her breathing changed from steady to erratic as he returned to her clit.
"Hold still," he ordered. He released her thigh and fingered her again, gathering wetness. Lily's back bowed but she held otherwise. With the vibe still against her clit, he drew back, returned to her ass. The tight muscle resisted at first but her low, moaned "yes" encouraged him and on her next breath, he penetrated the little pink ring.
The small stretch sent tingles of pleasure straight to her nipples. Lily's breath hissed out in a rush as she fisted her hands in the slippery satin beneath her palms and bucked her hips up into his touch. He didn't chastise her for disobedience beyond flicking the vibrator to yet another speed. Faster, more intense, the hard wand tormented her clit and pushed her straight past the point of orgasm, shoved the nerve endings over into numb.
She needed numb. Numb freed her to concentrate on the fullness inside her. A plea rolled to the tip of her tongue but she muffled it against the mattress, pressed her face hard into the pillowy fill of the bed's comforter.
No begging. She wouldn't beg. She had a right to this.
While she argued with herself, he started to pull out.
"No!" She gasped, locking her elbows and rearing up, a blind attempt to follow his retreating fingers.