by Fiona Cole
“If you’ve changed your mind, it’s okay.” I didn’t want her to be nervous that I’d be angry if she bowed out. But before I’d finished giving her an out, she was already shaking her head.
“No. That’s not it. I, um…I have a confession.” I clenched my jaw trying to prepare myself for the worst. “I’m only nineteen.”
I could feel my eyebrows raise, trying to reach my hairline and I stared, processing her words. Nineteen. Nineteen. A fucking teenager. I’d just had my fingers buried in a teenager. That thought alarmed me, but the memory of her taste, of the way she rode my hand, pushed her age to the side.
Did her age really matter? She was an adult and I, in no way was forcing her. So, if she wanted this, then who was I to question her decisions?
But one thing didn’t fit. “How did you get in here.”
“Um…” She looked away again. “My uncle owns the club. So, I know someone who got me in.”
This time, my face didn’t change, but everything in my body dropped to the floor in dread. I was no longer concerned about her age. I was worried about the fact that I’d just fingered my best friend’s niece
Chapter Three
Oliva
“Is that a problem?”
Kent stood there, his face blank as he blinked, breathing heavy. He hadn’t let go of my hand yet, which I took as a good sign. But he also hadn’t moved to drag me to our private room. The silence stretched on for what seemed like five minutes and each second that passed squeezed my heart a little tighter. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted this—wanted him—until the possibility of him pulling away was laying before me.
“Kent,” I prompted softly.
His eyes slid closed and he heaved a sigh. Fuck, this was it. He was going to pat me on the head, call me a mistake and send me home. Maybe even report me. Tears burned that backs of my eyes from embarrassment.
“Olivia,” he began.
He still hadn’t let go of my hand but stepped into me and lifted my chin so I had to look at him. I wished I could read his eyes, see some hint as to what he was going to say.
“I guess I have my own confession to make.” My brow furrowed. That was not what I was expecting him to say. “First of all, you’re an adult and I won’t act like me being older makes me qualified to make decisions for you. You decide what you want to do. And while your age should probably make me an old pervert, I don’t give a fuck. You’re sexy and come so beautifully.”
“But…” There had to be a but coming.
“But…” Another deep sigh. “I think it’s only fair that I let you know that Daniel is my friend.”
My eyes grew wide at that. I really hadn’t seen that coming. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
I wanted my mind to think more, to process his words, but all that was rolling through was ‘oh, shit’ over and over again.
“Maybe if I didn’t know how tight your pussy felt around my fingers, or how sweet you tasted. Maybe if I wasn’t desperate to hear you whimper my name as I fuck you, I’d be a better man and send you home. But I guess I’m not a better man. Because the bottom line is, we’re both adults and neither of us is leading the other one on. You asked for a man who knew what to do with you, and I’m that man.”
My core clenched at his words. It was wrong. It was wrong that I was going to fuck with my uncle’s friend. On paper, people would cringe and think the worst. But in the back hallway of Voyeur, my breast still tender from his assault, my pussy still weeping for more attention, tight and aching, I didn’t care.
“So, I leave the decision in your hands. I’m fine with the consequences, but fair warning, if we go back there, I’m going to make you strip naked in front of me and fuck you.” My breathing sawed in and out of my parted lips. “What’s it going to—”
“Yes,” I said before he could even finish.
He let out a growl and his lips curled up in a feral smile. He was going to devour me, and I couldn’t wait. He turned and dragged me behind him, pulling me into a private room with a leather couch and end tables. It could almost look like a living room. If there wasn’t a wall of shelves holding an assortment of toys and lubes. Or if there wasn’t a wall of glass that showed a bedroom beyond it.
Kent walked to the wall of toys, but my eye was drawn to the bedroom. A naked woman lay across a bed, her arms bound above her to the headboard. She appeared to be asleep. The serenity on her face pulled me in and I stood before the glass taking it all in.
“Does being bound turn you on, Olivia?” Kent asked into the skin of my neck. I tipped my head and let him have access. He nibbled his way up to my ear and bit the soft lobe before dragging his tongue back down again and sucked on my shoulder.
My head jerked to the right when the door to the performance room opened and a man walked in.
“Hello, pet,” the male performer said to the woman on the bed, whose eyes were now open. “Are you ready to cooperate today?”
“Please let me go?” she begged.
Kent’s rough fingertips came up to my shoulder and brushed the straps of my top down. The silk fell, only catching on the tips of my breasts for a moment before falling to my hips. I was in sensory overload taking in the male performer’s hand traveling up the woman’s thigh. Kent’s hands skimmed around my waist before moving up my stomach to cup my breasts.
“You know I can’t do that,” the male said before pushing his fingers between her thighs making her back arch. “But I can make it feel good for you while you’re here. Would you like that?”
Kent’s fingers rolled my nipples bringing them to hardened points. My whimper matched the girl’s on the bed and I thrust my hips back into Kent’s cock. I was desperate for him and I reached my hand behind me, gripping the hard shaft over his pants, rewarded with a grunt.
I moved my other hand behind me and began to free his dick. I needed to feel the warmth and steel of him against my skin. His kisses and touches didn’t stop, and I swear I was about to come just from the pull and tug of his fingers.
“Will you let me make you feel good, Olivia?” Kent asked, biting the skin of my shoulder.
“Please,” I begged.
We both moaned when his erection fell into my hand. I immediately began to stroke him as we both watched the male push the woman’s heels up and wide, exposing her wet pussy to us. They shifted so we could see him as he worked his shoulders between her thighs and dove into feast on her.
Kent’s hands left my breasts and went to move my own hands to lay flat on the glass. He then gripped my hips and pulled them back until I was almost folded into a ninety-degree angle at my waist. He was going to fuck me now and I squeezed my core in anticipation. I tried to focus on watching the man’s tongue dip and drag through the woman’s core, but the need flowing through me had my eyes sliding closed.
Kent shoved my skirt up my hips and left me completely exposed. I waited for the blunt head of his cock but almost jumped when, instead, I felt the stiff tip of his tongue lick my clit before moving up and thrusting in my opening.
“Oh, god.”
“I had to see if you tasted even better with my tongue buried directly in the source and I am not disappointed.”
He ate me like a man starved. My fingers clenched against the glass as I rocked back against his face.
“That’s right, Olivia,” Kent encouraged. “Fuck my face. Ride my tongue.”
I did. I couldn’t help it if I tried. And when his large hand palmed my ass before moving a single finger to the tight rosette of my ass, I began to crumble. My whole body locked up as his thumb swirled around the opening no one had ever touched. His tongue flicked fast and hard against my clit and the woman’s cries from the other side battered at my senses. My skin was one electric wire ready to burst.
My eyes flicked open and I dropped my head, looking between my legs to find Kent jerking his cock hard and fast as he ate me out. That image, her cries, and the way his finger breached the opening of my ass, I came. My mouth opened and moan after mo
an poured from me.
When I somehow came back down, Kent had his front pressed to my back, palming my breast and thrusting his cock up and down the crease of my ass. I lazily looked on to the performance to find the couple fucking but didn’t get a chance to stare before Kent was turning me around and pushing my back against the glass.
I watched his fingers almost tear at the buttons of his shirt exposing a sculpted chest and abs.
“I need to feel those tits against my skin.”
“Yes,” I breathed, unable to do anything but rest against the wall and watch him rip open a condom and slowly slid it over his large cock.
Without preamble, he dipped just enough to grip my ass and hoist me up. I wrapped my legs around him and his cock fell right into place outside my opening.
“You sure,” he asked pushing in just a little.
I gripped his jaw and demanded, “Fuck me.”
He pushed in all the way until his balls rested against my ass. We both moaned as he filled me to the hilt, his girth stretching me to my max. I was so wet that he slipped in perfectly, but the pinch was still deliciously there.
With the couple moaning behind us, he began to fuck me. In and out, hard. The foreplay was over, and Kent was ready for his prize. He pulled back to watch as he thrust harder, making my breasts bounce.
“Promised myself I’d watch these tits bounce for me as I fucked you.”
I loved how he watched me, but I needed to taste him. I dug my hand into his hair and pulled him to me, latching my mouth to his. The taste of whiskey exploded on my tongue as he dueled for supremacy in the kiss. We bit, sucked, and licked at each other’s mouths and he moved faster and harder in me.
“Please, Kent. Please.”
“Come for me, Olivia. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me. Milk my cum from me.”
A few more thrusts and I shattered, moaning his name like it would guide me through the orgasm tearing through me. He did the same, pressing his forehead to my neck and moaning his own release, the grunts vibrating my skin and sending aftershocks through me.
“See how good it can be, pet?” we heard from the other room.
“Thank you, sir,” the woman responded.
“Thank you, Kent,” I said, pressing kisses to his hair.
He breathed a laugh and laid kisses up my neck before pressing gentle pecks to my lips. Then he slipped out and moved me to the couch before disposing of the condom. I looked into the room and saw the couple cuddling on the bed, she was no longer bound but curled into his arms.
A desire to curl into Kent’s arms and have him hold me hit me like a punch to the gut. But I couldn’t ask for that. I’d already asked for too much. If Daniel ever found out… I don’t even know what he would do. Instead, I pulled my skirt down and my shirt back up over my breasts.
“So, I guess the shows over?” I asked, not knowing what to do next.
“Yeah,” he answered, buttoning up his shirt.
“I should probably get going anyway.”
His eyes narrowed and he studied me standing to move toward the door.
“Oh, Olivia,” he laughed. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“You’re not,” I squeaked.
“Oh, no.” He walked over and pulled me into him, laying a kiss on my lips. “You’re coming home with me. I’ve got a lot more to show you what I can do with you.”
I tried to bite my lip to hide my smile, but it was a worthless effort. Excitement throbbed through me and when he reached his hand out for mine, I happily grabbed it and let him lead me anywhere.
This is just the beginning.
You can read all about the tension and heat brewing between Olivia and Kent in Liar.
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Also by Fiona Cole
The Me Series
Where You Can Find Me
Deny Me
Imagine Me
Shame Me Not Series
Shame
Make It to the Altar (Shame Me Not 1.5)
The Voyeur Series
Voyeur
Lovers (Cards of Love)
Savior
Another
Liar
Teacher (Coming Spring/Summer 2020)