Desperate, I gave up on the knot and slipped my hands inside. He hissed out a breath, and I gentled my touch a bit. When my fingers met bare skin, I purred in delight; the hot silk of his cock felt wonderful under my fingers. I rubbed a finger across the tip and was rewarded when a drop of liquid oozed out to pearl on my fingertip. Fisting my hand around his shaft, I pumped it up and down and was rewarded as it grew harder and thicker in my palm.
“Lilia.” His voice was thick as he rasped out my name. His heavy breaths joined the crescendo of the lovers on the other side of the curtain. Knowing that someone else was lost in bliss so close to us was intoxicating, as was the knowledge that anyone, anyone at all, could pull back this curtain, and could catch us in the middle of the act.
It was a dangerous game, and I knew it. I could just imagine the expression on Gaius’ face if he were to walk in on me with Christus.
In the end, that was the deciding factor. I wanted Christus, and I wanted him now, and I did not care if it was proper or not.
“I am going to taste you.” Christus inhaled sharply as I slid down his legs, straddling his knees. Pulling impatiently at his leathers again, I sighed with triumph when they finally gave way, falling to the floor on either side of his hips.
His naked cock rose from its nest of silky black hair. The length of his shaft pulsed with need, and the skin of the tip was flushed a delicious shade of pink.
Slowly, my eyes on his, I lowered my head. I pressed my lips first to the inside of one thigh, then to the other. Short hairs tickled my nose, and I smiled as I licked my way across the crease that divided his taut abdomen from his leg.
I moaned as I inhaled the musky scent that was uniquely Christus. His hands stroked over my head, then fisted in my hair, tugging slightly. I gasped at the sting, but loved it all the same.
I took the base of his shaft in one hand, and he exhaled loudly. I sucked the fat tip of his cock into my mouth at the same time, and a groan fell from his lips.
Another groan, this one like an echo, sounded from beside us. My clit throbbed, knowing how close the other couple was to us.
Swirling my head around the tip, I tasted salt and musk and man.
“Lilia.” He pushed my head forward, and I let him, sliding his shaft down the back of my throat. I nearly gagged, and tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, but I did not care. I wanted to please him.
I had never done this before, and I did not know what he would like, and so went solely on instinct. I had heard the other men talk, though, about what they liked and what they did not, and I’d obtained ideas there.
Pulling back until I was comfortable with where his member sat in my mouth, I began to suck, as hard as I could. The sound that issued from Christus’ mouth was one of near shock, and I stopped, releasing his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, thinking that I had perhaps hurt him.
“No! No, do not stop!” He looked down at me, his torso propped up on his elbows, and on his face was a mixture of lust and appreciation. He liked what I was doing.
“Your mouth feels so good.”
I squirmed, as needy as he. Lowering my head again, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and moved it, slowly, up and down. At the same time I sucked just the tip in, sucking it as hard as I had done before.
Mere moments had passed, moments that were silent on our side of the curtain and frenetic on the other, when I felt the now familiar clench in Christus’ thighs that told me he was about to find his release. Though I wanted to please him, I wanted—needed—to feel him inside of me, just this one last time.
He pulled back at the same time that I did, and we stared at each other, our breathing ragged and unsteady.
From the other side of the curtain came wails that told us the strangers had reached the height of their ecstasy. Knowing that we could pull that curtain back, that I could see them in the throes of their climax, was unbearably exciting.
Our flesh collided as we lunged at each other, trying to regain our footing. I reached for the knot of my subligaculum, intending to climb him like a tree if need be. I was surprised when he lifted me as if I weighed nothing at all and carried me back to a small pile of cushions. Lowering my feet, then my knees, so quickly that I squealed, he twirled me around and placed my palms flat against the floor. Bending me over at the waist, he inched down the loosened leather of my subligaculum, his knuckles brushing against the soft triangle of downy curls as he did so. My exclamation of pleasure caught in my throat as he slid my bottoms down over my hips, past my knees, until they pooled around me on the floor.
My knees were slid apart by one of his and held in place by the same. It was all going so fast, I knew that I should take a moment to slow down, to savor. But his hands had found the tips of my breasts, and I could feel them pucker in the cool breeze as one hand strummed across the pebbled tip. The other rolled the tight peg between thumb and forefinger. I could feel the tugs all the way down to my womb and the muscles of my cunt tightening, becoming slick, preparing for the intrusion of his cock.