The invitation her husband approved
# Temptation at Obsidian The air inside The Grotto was thick, a humid perfume of expensive cologne, warm skin, and something darker, more primal. It clung to Leo’s clothes, a scent that felt like a secret. He stood near a wall of black vel
Chapter 1
The air inside The Grotto was thick, a humid perfume of expensive cologne, warm skin, and something darker, more primal. It clung to Leo’s clothes, a scent that felt like a secret. He stood near a wall of black velvet, trying to make his tall, curvy frame seem smaller, less noticeable. His brown hair fell over his eyes, a shy shield against the overwhelming intensity of the room. Couples and small groups moved in the low, crimson light, a murmur of laughter and whispers weaving through the pulsating electronic music. This was not his world. He was an observer, an introvert adrift in a sea of confident, hungry people.
He was here because of her.
Jenna found him, a pale ghost emerging from the shadows. She was a vision of deliberate contrast in the dim club—jet-black hair chopped in a sharp bob, her lips a slash of deep burgundy against her alabaster skin. The tight black dress she wore did nothing to conceal the generous swell of her chest, the fabric straining with each breath she took. She was short, but her presence was enormous, a quiet force that pulled all the air from his lungs.
“You came,” she said, her voice a low, playful hum that cut through the bass. Her dark eyes, lined with kohl, held his with an unsettling directness. There was no shyness in her, only a calm, dominant certainty.
“I… I wasn’t sure I would,” Leo stammered, his fingers nervously tracing the rim of his untouched drink. They’d flirted for weeks at the office, harmless banter by the coffee machine that had slowly, insidiously, become something else. A charged silence. A brush of fingers passing a document. Then, yesterday, her invitation, whispered while her husband was on a business call.
“He’s here,” she said simply, nodding toward a man across the room. He was older, confident, talking with another couple. “He knows you’re coming. He’s… curious.”
A shiver that was equal parts terror and raw excitement shot down Leo’s spine. *Cuckold*. The word echoed in his head, a forbidden thrill. This wasn’t just cheating. This was something orchestrated, a game with three players.
Jenna stepped closer, the heat of her body a palpable wave. She smelled of jasmine and smoke. “You look nervous,” she observed, a sly smile touching her lips. “Don’t be. We’re all just here to feel good.” Her gaze dropped, lingering on his mouth, then lower. “I’ve been thinking about you. All day. Since our little talk by the filing cabinets.”
Leo’s throat went dry. He remembered that talk. How she’d leaned in, her cleavage a dizzying promise, and described how restless she’d been the night before. *“I couldn’t sleep,”* she’d sighed, her tone conversational yet laden. *“I was so… wound up. I had to take the edge off. My panties were absolutely soaked by the time I was finished.”* She’d said it while looking directly at his crotch, watching him shift uncomfortably in his slacks.
Here, now, she was doing it again. Her playful insistence was a trap he desperately wanted to spring. “And now?” he managed to ask, his voice rough.
Her smile widened. She took his hand—his large, hesitant hand—and guided it to her hip, then slowly, deliberately, around to the small of her back, pressing his palm against the curve of her ass. The black lace of her dress was sleek under his touch. “Now?” she breathed, her lips close to his ear. Her tone dropped, became a dirty, intimate whisper. “Now I’m wondering how you taste. I’m wondering if you’ll be a good boy and get on your knees for me later, in one of the private rooms. Let me use that pretty mouth. And I’m *definitely* wondering how full you can make me feel.”
Leo’s mind short-circuited. *Oral sex. Creampie.* The fantasies she’d awakened in him were no longer abstract; they were her promises, spelled out in the dark. His shyness was being methodically dismantled by her dominant, quiet assurance. He was being tempted, led, and the obstacle—the ring on her finger, the watching husband—was the very thing that raised the stakes into something unbearably electric.
She leaned back, studying the effect of her words on him, her pale face a mask of cool desire. “He likes to watch,” she said, her eyes flicking toward her husband again. “But he likes it more when I come back to him, messy and satisfied. Sloppy seconds, you understand?” She let the crude term hang in the air, watching Leo’s reaction. “So. Are you just going to stand here against the wall, Leo? Or are you going to come play?”
Her hand slid from his, but the heat of her touch remained, a brand. The choice was his, but she had already decided for him. The tension was no longer simmering; it was a live wire, and she was holding both ends. The night, and all its intense, passionate promises, had only just begun.
Chapter 2
The low crimson light seemed to pulse with Leo’s heartbeat. Jenna’s words had painted a picture so vivid and obscene that his shyness had been scorched away, leaving only raw, trembling want.
“Come with me,” she commanded, her fingers closing around his wrist. Her touch was cool, her grip firm. She led him through the dim club, past entwined bodies and curious glances. The music thrummed through the floor, a primal rhythm that matched the frantic pace of his thoughts.
Her husband stood near a sleek black bar, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He was older, handsome in a severe way, his eyes sharp as they tracked Jenna’s approach and then settled on Leo. There was no anger there, only a deep, assessing interest.
“Victor,” Jenna said, her voice losing none of its quiet dominance. “This is Leo.”
Victor extended a hand, his shake dry and strong. “Jenna’s told me a lot about you,” he said, his tone neutral, almost cordial.
Leo could only nod, his throat tight.
Jenna didn’t let the polite fiction linger. She stepped closer to her husband, placing a pale hand on his chest. Her burgundy lips curved into that sly smile as she looked from Victor to Leo and back again. The hum of the club seemed to drop away, leaving only their triangle of tension.
“Victor,” she said, her voice dropping to that intimate, dirty whisper Leo was already addicted to. “I have a question.”
“Yes?” Victor replied, his eyes flickering with anticipation.
Jenna turned her head fully to look at Leo, her dark gaze holding his captive. Then she looked back at her husband and asked, clear and deliberate over the music, “Can I suck his cock? Right now? With everyone watching?”
The air left Leo’s lungs in a rush. Heat flooded his face and surged south, making his slacks feel painfully tight.
Victor took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving Jenna’s face. A long moment stretched out, thick with promise. Finally, he gave a single, almost imperceptible nod. “Of course,” he said quietly. “You should taste what you want.”
Jenna’s smile was one of pure triumph. She turned to Leo, her small frame radiating power. She didn’t speak. Instead, she slowly sank to her knees on the dark floor right there in the middle of The Grotto.
Leo’s breath hitched. He was aware of eyes on them from the shadows—a murmured conversation stopping nearby.
Her pale hands came up to his belt buckle. Her fingers worked it open with practiced ease, then undid the button of his trousers. The rasp of the zipper was deafening.
“Look at me,” she ordered softly as she pulled him free.
Leo obeyed. He looked down into her kohl-rimmed eyes as she leaned forward in front of everyone—her husband watching intently just feet away—and took him into the wet heat of her mouth without hesitation.
A broken groan tore from Leo’s lips at the first slick pressure of her tongue tracing the head before she took more in deep
Chapter 3
A soft, choked sound escaped Leo as Jenna took him deep. Her mouth was a slick, searing heaven, her tongue working him with a rhythm that made his thighs shake. He braced a hand against the velvet wall, his head falling back before he remembered her command. *Look at me.*
He forced his gaze down. Her dark eyes were locked on his, glinting with wicked satisfaction as she sucked him. She was a vision on her knees, her burgundy lips stretched around his cock, a glossy thread of saliva connecting them. The sight of her, so submissive in posture yet so utterly in control, was the most potent thing he’d ever seen.
“That’s it,” a low, approving voice murmured. Victor.
Leo’s eyes flicked to the side. Jenna’s husband had moved closer, standing just beside her, watching the intimate display with rapt attention. He wasn’t just observing; he was participating. He reached down, his fingers brushing through Jenna’s sharp black bob before trailing lower. He gathered the hem of her tight black dress, pulling it up slowly to reveal the pale skin of her thighs and the black lace of her panties.
“So wet for him already, darling?” Victor asked, his tone conversational, as if discussing the weather.
Jenna moaned around Leo’s cock, the vibration shooting straight to his core. Her answer was a hungry, affirmative noise.
Victor hooked his fingers into the side of her lace panties. “Let’s see,” he said, and tugged them aside.
Leo watched, mesmerized, as Victor’s fingers, confident and possessive, found her exposed pussy. He traced her slick folds, making Jenna shudder, her suction faltering for a second before redoubling with fervor.
“Fuck,” Leo gasped, the coarse word torn from him.
“She is,” Victor agreed calmly, his fingers beginning to slide in and out of her in a steady, shallow rhythm that matched the bobs of Jenna’s head. “Look at her. She’s in her element. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Jenna pulled off Leo’s cock with a wet pop, a string of spit still linking her lips to his glistening head. She panted, her makeup-perfect face flushed. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice husky. She looked up at Leo, her dark eyes blazing. “He’s making me even wetter. Can you feel how hot my mouth is? That’s all for you.” She didn’t wait for an answer, diving back down, taking him deeper than before, her throat working to accommodate him.
Victor’s fingering grew more deliberate, his knuckles glistening. “She loves this,” he told Leo, a teacher sharing a lesson. “Being the center. Being used. Making a mess.” He curled his fingers inside her, and Jenna cried out, the sound muffled by Leo’s flesh, her body jerking against her husband’s hand.
The dual sensations were overwhelming—the intense, rhythmic heat of her mouth and the knowledge of what Victor was doing to her just inches away. Leo’s hips began to move of their own accord, a shallow thrust into her welcoming mouth. He was hurtling toward a peak, the coil in his gut winding tight and fierce.
“She’s close,” Victor observed, his voice a dark thrill in Leo’s ear. “But not yet. You don’t get to come yet, Leo. Not until she’s screaming for it.”
Jenna redoubled her efforts, her hand coming up to cradle his balls, her fingernails scraping lightly as Victor continued to fuck her with his fingers. The room, the other people, everything dissolved into the overwhelming, shared sensation of the three of them connected in this public, deeply private act. The tension wasn’t breaking; it was being forged into something harder, sharper, and more desperate, promising a culmination that felt both inevitable and agonizingly out of reach.
Chapter 4
The world had narrowed to the slick heat of her mouth and the dizzying sight of Victor’s fingers working her open. Leo was a live wire, every nerve screaming. He was on the absolute edge, his hips stuttering in shallow thrusts Jenna eagerly swallowed.
A slow, deliberate clapping broke the spell.
Leo’s eyes flew open. A couple stood a few feet away, having watched the entire performance. The woman was tall and elegant, her blonde hair in a sleek bob, a knowing smile on her lips. Her partner, a muscular man with a shaved head, watched with casual interest.
The blonde woman stepped closer, her heels clicking softly on the dark floor. “Bravo,” she said, her voice smooth as honey. Her eyes were on Jenna, who had pulled off Leo with a final, wet pop, wiping her burgundy lips with the back of her hand. “That was… exquisitely controlled. You have him beautifully unravelled.”
Jenna rose to her feet, Victor’s hand steadying her elbow. She looked at the newcomers, her composure unshaken, a queen acknowledging subjects. “Thank you,” she said, her tone cool. “He’s very responsive.”
Leo stood frozen, exposed and throbbing, unsure whether to cover himself or stand his ground.
The blonde’s gaze swept over him, appreciative and assessing. “I can see that.” She returned her focus to Jenna. “My name is Elena. This is Marcus. We have a private room booked—the Obsidian Suite. It has… more space. More possibilities.” Her smile deepened. “We were wondering if you and your companions would care to join us. It seems a shame to stop the party here.”
Victor spoke first, his arm sliding possessively around Jenna’s waist. “What did you have in mind?” His voice held a businesslike curiosity.
Elena’s eyes sparkled. “Whatever the moment calls for. The room is ours for the night. We find shared… energy… to be the ultimate aphrodisiac.” She looked directly at Jenna. “You clearly enjoy an audience. And directing the show. I think you’d enjoy our stage even more.”
Jenna turned to Leo, her pale face lit with a new, dangerous excitement. She reached out and took his still-hard cock in her hand, giving him a firm, possessive stroke that made his knees weak. “What do you think, Leo?” she asked, her voice a dirty whisper. “Would you like to see how many ways I can come? I’d let you watch Marcus fuck me while you taste me. Or maybe I’d ride you while Elena shows Victor how good her mouth is.” She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “You could finally feel how soaked I get for you. All of you.”
The offer hung in the thick air, a complex web of new hands, new mouths, and surrendered control. The shy man from the office was gone, replaced by a creature of pure, trembling want. He looked from Jenna’s dominant gaze to Victor’s approving nod, to the hungry eyes of the waiting couple.
“Yes,” Leo breathed, the word a vow. The single syllable sealed his fate, launching them all into the deeper, darker waters of the promised private room. The night’s true temptation was just beginning.
Chapter 5
The Obsidian Suite was a world apart from the club’s public floor. The walls were dark, soundproofed silk, and a large, low couch dominated the center of the room. The air was cooler, charged with anticipation.
Elena closed the heavy door, sealing them in. She turned, her smile predatory. “Make yourselves comfortable.”
Jenna’s hand was still wrapped around Leo’s wrist. She led him to the couch, her touch both a command and a promise. “Sit,” she instructed, her voice low. “Watch.”
Leo sank into the plush cushions, his body humming with need. He watched as Jenna turned to face her husband. Victor stood there, expectant, his gaze dark and possessive.
“I need a taste of home first,” Jenna purred, her eyes never leaving Victor’s. Her hands went to the hem of her tight black dress. She gathered it, lifting it up her pale thighs to reveal the strip of black lace barely containing her. With a deliberate slowness, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and peeled them down her legs. The lace was visibly darkened, soaked through.
She stepped out of them, holding the damp scrap of fabric. She turned and approached Leo on the couch. The scent of her—musky, sweet, intensely female—hit him before she even extended her hand.
“Here,” she said, her voice a dirty whisper. She placed the warm, wet lace into his palm, closing his fingers around it. “Smell what you do to me. Smell how much I want this.”
Then she turned her back on him, a dismissal that was its own form of domination. She walked to her husband, dropping to her knees on the luxurious carpet without another word.
Leo’s breath shuddered out. He brought his hand to his face, the intimate fabric soft against his skin. The scent was overwhelming, a direct line to his primal brain. He inhaled deeply, his eyes locked on the scene before him.
Jenna’s pale hands were already working open Victor’s trousers. She freed him, her burgundy lips curling into a smile. “Miss me?” she asked, her tone playful yet layered with submission.
“Always,” Victor groaned, his hand tangling in her sharp black bob.
She didn’t tease. She took him into her mouth in one smooth, deep swallow, her head beginning to bob with a practiced, hungry rhythm.
A low moan escaped Leo. His own cock was painfully hard, straining against his slacks. He fumbled with his belt, finally freeing himself. He wrapped his fist around his length, a slow, slick stroke following the rhythm Jenna set.
“That’s it,” Elena murmured from somewhere nearby, a ghostly commentator. “Enjoy the show.”
Leo could only obey. The scent of Jenna’s soaked panties filled his senses, a tangible proof of her desire, while his gaze devoured the sight of her servicing her husband. Her cheeks hollowed, her throat working, a soft, wet sound punctuating each movement. Victor’s low grunts of approval filled the room.
“You like watching my wife, don’t you, Leo?” Victor asked, his voice strained with pleasure.
“Yes,” Leo gasped, his own hand moving faster.
“Tell her,” Victor commanded.
Leo’s eyes met Jenna’s. She had pulled back slightly, Victor’s glistening cock resting on her lips. She looked at Leo over her shoulder, her dark eyes demanding.
“I love it,” Leo choked out, the admission raw and true. “I love watching you suck him.”
Jenna’s smile was one of pure, wicked triumph. She winked at him, then took Victor deep again, her moan vibrating around him. The connection was complete—Leo, stroking himself to the scent of her and the sight of her submission, was now a vital, throbbing part of their game. The energy in the room tightened, a coil winding ever tighter, promising a release that was still held just out of reach.
Chapter 6
Marcus moved with a predatory grace, stepping into the crimson light beside Victor. His hands went to his belt, the buckle clicking open with a sharp, final sound. He dropped his trousers and briefs in one smooth motion, his own thick cock already hard and glistening at the tip. He gave himself a few slow, firm strokes, then nudged the head against Jenna’s cheek.
“Seems there’s room for one more,” Marcus murmured, his voice a dark rumble.
Jenna’s eyes, heavy-lidded with pleasure, flicked from her husband’s shaft to the new one presented to her. A filthy, hungry smile spread across her wet lips. She pulled off Victor with a lewd pop, turning her head to take Marcus deep, her throat working greedily around him.
“Fuck yes,” Victor growled, watching his wife’s mouth stretch to accommodate another man. He guided himself back to her lips, and she began to move her head between them, a rhythm established—Victor, then Marcus, then Victor again—each man feeding her their length as the other watched.
The wet, sucking sounds filled the suite, a symphony of debauchery.
A new warmth pressed against Leo’s side on the couch. Elena settled beside him, her skirt already pushed up around her hips. Her fingers were busy between her own thighs, circling her clit with a practiced, slick rhythm as she watched the spectacle.
“Look at her,” Elena breathed into Leo’s ear, her voice a husky narration. “She can’t get enough. She’s such a greedy fucking slut for cock, isn’t she? Taking them both so deep.”
Leo moaned, his hand still working his own aching hardness. The scent of Jenna’s soaked panties was still clutched in his other fist, the visual and olfactory assault overwhelming.
“She loves the taste of them,” Elena continued, her fingers moving faster. “Can you see how her eyes are rolling back? Victor’s going to fuck her throat, then Marcus is going to claim it. They’re marking her, Leo. They’re using that perfect mouth like a common little hole.”
“God,” Leo choked out, his hips bucking into his own grip.
“Do you want to be next?” Elena whispered, her lips brushing his earlobe. “Do you want to shove your pretty cock down her throat while she’s still dripping with them? Make her choke on you, too?”
Before Leo could answer, Victor pulled Jenna’s head back by her hair. “My turn again, darling,” he declared, guiding himself back between her swollen lips. Marcus didn’t retreat; he shifted, stroking himself as he watched, the head of his cock brushing Jenna’s flushed cheek with each pass.
The room was a cage of heat and want, the air thick with the sounds of pleasure. Leo was surrounded by it, consumed by it, every nerve ending alight with the promise of what was still to come.
Chapter 7
“Alright, you greedy girl,” Victor said, his voice thick with arousal. He and Marcus shared a look, then moved in unison. Victor took Jenna under her arms, Marcus lifted her by her thighs, and they easily hoisted her off the floor.
She let out a surprised, breathy laugh, her body going limp between them. “Oh!”
They carried her the few steps to the couch and deposited her squarely in Leo’s lap. Her weight, warm and real, settled onto him, her soaked panties a damp patch against his thigh through his trousers. She wriggled back, pressing the full, glorious curve of her ass against his throbbing cock. “Hi again,” she purred, tilting her head to look at him over her shoulder, her dark eyes glazed with pleasure.
Victor leaned down, his lips brushing Jenna’s ear. “Be a good hostess, darling. Get him ready for you.” Then he straightened up, clapping Marcus on the shoulder. “Our turn.”
The two men turned as one, their focus shifting to Elena. She was still on the couch, her legs spread, fingers working her clit with a frantic rhythm as she watched.
“Looks like you’re feeling left out,” Marcus said, his tone a dark promise.
“I’ve been very patient,” Elena breathed, her chest heaving.
“Then let’s fix that,” Victor said.
They descended on her. Marcus knelt before her, pushing her skirt higher and burying his face between her legs with a hungry groan. Victor stood over her, guiding his cock to her lips. Elena took him eagerly, one hand reaching up to cup his balls, the other tangling in Marcus’s hair to hold him in place.
The wet, obscene sounds of their dual attention filled the room once more.
In his lap, Jenna ground down against Leo, the friction maddening. She reached back, her fingers fumbling with his belt and zipper. “Listen to them,” she whispered, her voice husky and low. Her cool, pale fingers finally found his hot, hard flesh, wrapping around him. “Listen to how messy she is for them. That’s what I want you to be for me.”
She began to stroke him, her grip firm and knowing, her thumb smearing the bead of moisture at his tip. “You see what they’re doing? They’re filling her up. Claiming her. One in her mouth, one in her pussy.” She pumped him faster, her breath coming in short pants. “I want that. I want you so deep inside me I can’t tell where I end and you begin. I want to feel you *pulse*.”
Leo groaned, his hips bucking up into her slick fist. The sight of Elena being devoured, the feel of Jenna’s hand, her filthy, dominant promises—it was a vortex pulling him under. He was surrounded, consumed, and the climax he’d been commanded to hold back was now a wild, living thing fighting to break free.
Chapter 8
The sounds from the other couch—the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh, Marcus’s grunts, Elena’s choked, gurgling moans around Victor’s cock—filled the room like a bassline. It was the soundtrack to his undoing.
Jenna’s hand left him, and for a second, Leo felt a spike of loss. Then she slid gracefully from his lap, her knees hitting the plush carpet between his spread legs. Her pale face, framed by that severe black bob, tilted up to look at him. Her burgundy lips parted.
“Listen to them,” she murmured, her voice a low, intimate thread just for him. “She’s getting everything she wanted. Now it’s your turn.”
She didn’t dive. She leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over the slick head of his cock. Her dark eyes held his, watching his every reaction as she slowly, deliberately, traced the swollen tip with her tongue. It was a feather-light, agonizing circle. Leo hissed, his hands fisting in the couch fabric.
“You’re so hard for me,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to speak, her lips glistening. “All that shyness, all that nervous watching… it just made this thicker. Made you ache.” She leaned in again, taking just the crown into her mouth, sucking gently before releasing it with a soft, wet pop. “I can taste how much you want to fuck my mouth. How much you want to pump that load down my throat.”
Her words were filthier, more direct than ever. They coiled in his gut, tightening the already unbearable tension. She opened wider, taking him deeper, but her pace remained a maddening, controlled torture. She would suck firmly, her tongue working a wicked rhythm along his underside, then retreat to barely-there licks and teasing kisses.
“Victor’s watching, you know,” she said, pausing again, her hand stroking his shaft slowly. She glanced toward the other couch where her husband, still fucking Elena’s mouth, had his eyes locked on them. “He loves seeing me like this. On my knees. Taking a younger cock into my pretty, married mouth.” She smiled, a wicked thing. “He’s going to kiss me later. Taste you on me. That’s what you’re giving him.”
She engulfed him again, deeper this time, her throat working around him, and Leo saw stars. A ragged groan tore from his chest. Her head began to bob with more purpose, yet she still maintained that torturous, slow rhythm, each withdrawal a fresh agony of need. The dual sensations—her hot, skillful mouth and her dirtier, dominating promises—were a perfect, exquisite torment. The climax built like a tsunami inside him, drawn to the surface by her relentless, talking tease, yet held at bay by her infuriating, perfect control.
Chapter 9
Jenna’s rhythm faltered for a second, a stunned pause that sent a jolt of power straight through Leo’s core. She pulled her mouth off him with a slick, wet sound, her dark eyes wide with surprise and then blazing approval. A slow, wicked smile spread across her burgundy lips.
“Oh, you *are* learning,” she purred, her hand resuming its slow, tight stroke. “Tell me more.”
The dam inside Leo broke. The shy observer was gone, consumed by the heat of her mouth and the filth she’d poured into his ears all night. He looked past her, directly at Victor, who was still fucking Elena’s throat, his gaze locked on them. Leo’s voice was low, rough, but clear.
“I asked if he likes it,” Leo repeated, his hips pushing slightly into her fist. “Does he get hard watching another man’s cock slide into his wife? Seeing her lips stretch around it? Hearing her beg for it?”
Jenna moaned, a deep, shuddering sound of pure want. She lowered her head and took him deep again, her throat working greedily around him before she came up for air, panting. “Yes,” she hissed, saliva shining on her chin. “He gets so fucking hard. He loves it. He loves knowing I need it.”
“He should see you take it,” Leo growled, the words feeling dangerous and perfect. He tangled a hand in her sharp black bob, not forcing, just holding. “On your back. Legs in the air. I want to see his face when I push into that soaked, married pussy. When I fill it up.”
Jenna’s composure shattered. A desperate, hungry noise escaped her as she slammed her mouth back down on him, bobbing fiercely, her technique becoming frantic. She was no longer the cool orchestrator; she was a woman being talked into a frenzy. Her free hand shoved between her own thighs, rubbing hard at the lace of her dress.
“Is that what you want?” Leo pressed, his own control fraying as her mouth devoured him. “You want him to watch me claim what’s his? You want to be my messy, used prize before he gets his sloppy seconds?”
She couldn’t answer with words. Her response was a guttural, vibrating moan around his shaft, her eyes rolling back in her head. The other couch was forgotten. The only thing that existed was this electric circuit of filthy talk and desperate, physical need, a feedback loop driving them both toward a razor’s edge.
Chapter 10
With a sudden, possessive strength that surprised them both, Leo broke from the intoxicating wet heat of Jenna’s mouth. A growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of ownership that made her gasp. He guided her, her back hitting the plush velvet of the chaise beside the writhing threesome. He positioned her with deliberate care, angling her body so that Victor, still driving into Elena’s throat, had a flawless, unobstructed view.
“Look at him,” Leo commanded, his voice thick and raw. He hooked his hands behind her knees, spreading her wide, exposing her utterly to the crimson light and her husband’s gaze. “Let him see what I’m taking.”
Jenna’s composure was gone. Her sharp bob was a mess against the velvet, her burgundy lips parted in a pant. “Yes,” she hissed, her dominant facade crumbling into pure, wanton submission. “Show him.”
Leo didn’t hesitate. He lowered his head between her pale, spread thighs. The scent of her was overwhelming—jasmine, sweat, and the unmistakable, heady musk of her arousal. He dragged his tongue through her soaked folds in one long, slow, filthy stroke.
Jenna’s back arched off the couch, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. “Oh, fuck! Leo!”
“He’s watching, isn’t he?” Leo murmured against her, his words vibrating into her sensitive flesh before he dove back in. He licked and sucked, his tongue finding her clit and circling it with a relentless, focused pressure. He drank her in, the taste of her a dark, addictive honey.
“He’s… he’s staring,” she moaned, her head thrashing side to side. One hand fisted in his hair, not to guide him, but to hold on as her hips began to stutter up against his face. “His eyes… they’re locked on your mouth on my pussy.”
From the other couch, Victor’s grunt was loud and strained. “That’s it,” he growled, his pace on Elena faltering as he watched. “Use your tongue. Make her scream for it.”
Leo obeyed, but for himself. He fucked her with his tongue, plunging deep before returning to torture her clit. His own need was a live wire, his cock aching and heavy between his legs, but this was the prize. Her trembling thighs, her choked pleas, the slick evidence of her lust covering his chin—this was the corruption he’d been tempted into, and he was reveling in it.
“You taste like cheating,” he groaned, lifting his head for a breath, his lips glistening. “You taste like his wife, begging on my tongue.”
“I am,” she sobbed, her dominance utterly shattered. Her other hand grabbed her own breast, squeezing roughly through the black lace. “Please… don’t stop. I’m so close. Let him watch me come on your face.”
Leo drove back in, his tongue and lips working in a vicious, consuming rhythm. The room, the other couples, everything dissolved into the singular, wet, pounding reality of her climax building under his mouth, performed for an audience of one.