New Game in Town(7)

What met her gaze had Gina stopping short.

The man had the striking blonde spread out on the red velvet couch while he, fully clothed, knelt between her long legs. The woman’s stark white blouse was gaping open and hanging out of the gray skirt that was bunched up around her waist, revealing a crimson corset that offered up her breasts into the man’s waiting face. He wasted little time lapping up the bounty before him, his tongue stroking a sensual path atop the woman’s heaving breasts as she moaned, “More, Alex, give me more—mmm, don’t—stop!”

Even from where she was standing, Gina could hear the wet suction of the woman’s vagina drawing at the large fingers the man worked rhythmically in and out of her glistening pussy.

The woman threw her head back in total abandon while the man named Alex worked his skilful fingers inside her, setting a steady pace that kept time with his bobbing head at her nipples as he bent over her.

Gina took a single step back, knowing she needed to turn around and walk out the doors to leave these two to finish what they were so obviously enjoying. But why couldn’t she get her feet to listen to her head?

Instead of turning around, Gina took a few tentative steps deeper into the dimly lit nightclub, helpless to take her eyes off the couple openly enjoying their pleasure. With each step, Gina was aware of her silk-clad thighs rubbing seductively against each other, causing a tight friction to work its way up between her legs to nestle in her core.

She made it to the center of the room, her hands reaching for the back of a couch to steady her trembling body. She still couldn’t make herself look away from the woman’s radiant face, watching her as she ran her fingers through the man’s sun-blond hair, pushing his face even farther into her breasts as he worked his obvious magic with his tongue and fingers.

How long Gina stood there, mesmerized by their pleasure in each other, she couldn’t say. Time gave the impression of standing still. It wasn’t until she sensed the heat radiating from a presence behind her that Gina came out of her motionless trance with a start.

Shame at being caught staring at the couple engaged in such a blatant sex act warred with her peaking desire. She was fully aware that her breathing was erratic and that her face was flushed with longing.

Before Gina could turn around, long, calloused fingers closed around her from behind and covered her hands where she was gripping the back of the couch. The tailored wool blazer did little to conceal the muscular arms that cocooned her body from around her waist. A clean, familiar male scent enveloped her. There was no mistaking the man standing behind her.

Shame at being caught kept her from uttering a word in a lame attempt to defend her actions. Gina soon forgot her embarrassment when his warm breath flirted with the side of her throat, his stubble-roughened chin gently nudging her hair out of the way to allow his lips easy access to the soft skin of her neck. His tongue darted out to take a leisurely path along her sensitive skin while his fingers tightened over hers, holding her firmly in place against his contoured body.

A deep moan of desire escaped Gina, her head turning to the side, eyes closing tightly in an attempt to contain the yearning flooding relentlessly through her.

“Open your eyes,” demanded the hoarse voice in her ear. “Take in their pleasure.”

Powerless to ignore Connor’s curt command, Gina’s gaze fluttered open and settled back on the couple in front of her. The man named Alex had traded places with the woman. Now he was sitting on the couch with the woman’s long legs straddling his hips. Chest-to-chest, his cock sliding in and out of her, both were covered in a light sheen of sweat. His fingers were gripping the woman’s waist, setting a hard pace as he maneuvered the woman up and down on the length of his cock. Both of them were entirely lost in their mutual gratification.

Gina felt Connor’s hands leave her fists and smooth up her arms. He deliberately moved them down her sides to encircle her waist. He nudged her thighs apart with his leg, further sandwiching her between his body and the couch in front of her.

Even through the barrier of their clothes, she was hard-pressed to ignore his arousal pushing against the soft flesh of her backside. The feel of his cock pressing against her had Gina pushing back against him in a failed attempt to relieve the pressure building at the apex of her thighs. His fingers tightened on her hips when she made a move to turn around and face him.

“No, stand still, watch them,” came his firm order, his voice gruff with desire.

Shaking her head in a feeble denial, Gina stood trembling in his arms. “Let me go,” she whimpered, “I can’t do this.”