Page 10 of Devious Obsession
He leads me into the room and pushes me against the wall, leaning against it beside me. His dark eyes watch the couple, who seem oblivious.
But they must be okay with it, if they left the door open?
Anyone could walk by…
I shift on my feet. It doesn’t matter who the couple is. I don’t know them, don’t recognize either of them in the darkness.
The guy is on top of the girl, thrusting into her and grunting with every movement. Her eyes are closed, her arms stretched above her so she can hold on to the headboard.
My nose wrinkles.
“Not your scene?” my stranger whispers in my ear.
“Too vanilla,” I whisper back.
“Amateur hour,” he agrees, smiling.
“We can hear you, jackass,” the guy calls.
He tugs me back out into the hall and to the next room. There’s rope and candles and a mess of wax, and I back out before I can even register that the girl is writhing in pleasure, not pain.
“Door number three,” he chuckles. “I’m gonna bet this is Erik.”
We step inside the room. The primary bedroom, judging by the size of it. I recognize Erik as he leans over the bed, the girl lying on her back with her head hanging off it. It takes me a second to realize he’s fucking her mouth.
But there’s someone else, too. Someone between her legs…
I shudder and back up, but I bump into my stranger’s chest. And he wastes no time slipping his hand around my waist, dipping into my shorts.
My gasp is blocked by his other hand, which clasps my mouth with surprising surety. The noise is lost in the girl’s pleasure, which she voices around the cock in her mouth…loudly.
But my stranger’s fingers stroking along my clit has me squirming again, bringing back our own escapade with vivid clarity. And as the girl on the bed arches her back, gripping the hair of the guy’s head between her thighs, my stranger’s cock stiffens against my thigh.
Holy shit.
I don’t know what to make of it, but no one seems to register that we’re in the room. It’s dark, and I have a feeling no one gives a shit anyway. Not about us watching.
This is his thing.
I glance over my shoulder, but his gaze isn’t on them… He’s locked on me.
“Get out of here, asshole,” Erik says suddenly. The sound is muffled, through his teeth. He grunts a second later, and the girl swallows around his cock and makes porn star noises.
I’m equal parts horrified and curious.
A bad combo.
My stranger is still staring at me, unmoving. I try to get free of him. His hand on my mouth, his other between my legs, gives me nowhere to go. The feeling of being trapped doesn’t hinder my climax… it speeds it on.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but he pinches my clit hard, and I immediately open them again. Staring at him while pleasure sweeps through my body like a bomb going off.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers in my ear.
My knees almost give out.
And then he’s pulling free and urging me out the door. Erik stalks toward us, his dick out and saluting us, and we almost fall into the hallway.
The door slams, ringing in my ears, and my stranger grins.
