Page 37 of Hell to Pay


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Ora’s assertion that I can just watch settles my worry over joining into the next phase of the revelry.

I watch, living vicariously through each gasp and shiver of pleasure echoing over the music.

A hand slides down to cup a woman’s ass, his tongue driving into her, devouring every drop of what I see dripping down her thighs.

Another man’s cock throbs to his lover’s touch, his head arching back as she guides him into her, achingly slow.

On the couch across from me, she tips back into a bend, taking one lover in her mouth and the other between her legs.

If I had known what the night would hold at the start, I might have backed out, but as I sit grinding my hips into the couch cushion under me, I feel a laugh shudder up, soft and incredulous.

I may never be bold enough to have sex in front of anyone.

However, this party opened my eyes to the fact that I’m so inexperienced with what I like. What I want or could want.

A woman cries out, giggling with pure release as her lover worships every inch of her. I want that.

I want someone who will take me. All of me.

Her nipples peak as she pushes herself up off the couch, bracing against the drive of his fingers curling inside her and his mouth at her clit. I find myself holding my breath as I watch, reaching for the edge to tip over it with her. Craving that release for myself.

Swells of longing have my hands clenching the cushion and debating whether I should tear off my clothes and give in, my own nipples pressing through the soft fabric of my shirt uncomfortably.

A voice inside my head tells me just take it off, lose the fabric.

Feel the air on your skin.

I'm not quite there, and I don’t want to fall out of the moment.

Another gorgeous man watches me watch him kiss his partner’s neck, driving up into her with deep, powerful thrusts. He smiles knowingly.

Like he can tell I’m enjoying every second of watching them.

But I’m not watching them, not exactly.

In my head they’re me, and Tell, and maybe a little bit of Gavin thrown in the mix for good measure.

Swelling fire fills me, starting at the base of my spine, tingling down the backs of my legs and working its way back up in waves of skin pebbling shivers. I've never experienced something like this before, such intense arousal, but even more, feeling like I’m being dragged to the edge of orgasm without even touching myself.

I've never been much for watching porn. But this is so different.

This is like living it through someone else.

Gyrating hips to my right, he’s thrusting behind a beautiful dark haired woman, her eyes rolling back in her head. His hands slide up under her, circling up between them, the other sweeping up to her exposed breasts.

They’re not his hands, though.

They’re Tell’s.

He pulls out inch by inch, slick with my desperate desire for him.

The sensation vibrates through me, my imagination nearly making it reality.

A single thought intrudes, just for a second. I wonder if I can ever be as free as all of these beautiful people…

It’s gone in an instant, as if my body demands that I let myself have this, just this once.

My eyes droop closed, tingling surges rushing to my fingertips, curling my toes into the carpet. I must have kicked off my flats at some point.

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