Xo Novel
Chapter 22
Fucking Chloe in this room with everyone watching on the other side of the thin glass is most definitely a fantasy of mine, and I know it’s one of hers as well. Me wearing a mask, though not my first choice, makes this night possible without me being detected. A convenience that Chloe gushed about how erotic she thought a masked man would be.
She’s tracing her fingertips on my tattoos which makes me nervous. Flames and axes, and other classic firefighter tats mark up a majority of my chest and arms, and I’m hoping they won’t give my identity away. Luckily for me, Chloe doesn’t seem to be examining them too closely, and even if she does discover it’s me beneath the mask, is that really that bad?Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
My lips brush against her ear. “Can you feel their eyes on us?” I whisper, my voice low and husky and as disguised as I can possibly make it. It borders on sounding ridiculous.
Chloe gasps, her breath hitching in her throat. “Yes,” she whispers back, her voice barely audible. “It turns me on.”
“They can see your bare pussy,” I growl. “And now they’re going to see me lick every inch of it.”
Chloe whimpers as I slide my hand up her thigh, my fingers inching closer to her wetness. I can see the hungry gazes of the onlookers beyond the glass. It’s a thrill like no other, knowing that we’re the center of their attention, and I’m about to give them so much more. It’s my mission to not disappoint.
I pull her to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, exposing her fully to our audience. Chloe bites her lip, her cheeks flushing with desire as I lower myself to my knees. The scent of her arousal fills the air, casting an animalistic spell over me. I waste no time in devouring her, my tongue teasing her clit as I slide two fingers inside her.
Chloe cries out, her body vibrating with pleasure. She grabs onto my cloak, pulling me closer as I continue my relentless assault on her senses.
Jesus, she tastes good. Really good.
“Oh god,” Chloe moans, her voice breathy and desperate. “Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. I’m too far gone, lost in the taste and feel of her. I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot that makes her cry out even louder. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it relentlessly.
Chloe’s back arches off the bed as she cries out, “Jack!” even though she doesn’t realize it’s me.
Wait . . . did she just call out my name? I freeze, and she sits up, eyes wide.
Her gaze darts to the window, back to me, and she clears her throat. “Make them jack off to what you’re doing to me,” she clarifies.
She appears nervous, or maybe I’m the one nervous. There’s no way she could know that this is me. She’d say something surely.
Not wanting to kill the moment, I give her a smirk, nod, and lick my lips, ready to return to my task with renewed vigor.
I glance up at the glass, meeting the gaze of some of the onlookers. Some of them are touching themselves, their eyes glazed over with lust. It’s a heady feeling, knowing that Chloe and I are responsible for their pleasure.
I turn my attention back to Chloe, who’s breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I slide my fingers out of her and replace them with my tongue, lapping up her wetness as I insert three fingers inside her, spreading her wide.
Chloe’s hips buck against my face, her thighs shaking as she nears her peak. I curl my fingers inside her, searching for that spot that I know will send her over the edge. Her hands tangle in the fabric around me, pulling me closer, urging me on.
“Oh god, yes,” she moans, her voice hoarse with desire. “Right there, don’t stop!”
I increase the pressure of my tongue, flicking it rapidly over her sensitive bud as I pump my fingers in and out. The wet sounds of her pussy fill the air, mingling with Chloe’s cries of pleasure and the muffled groans from our audience.
God I want to fuck her. But not here. Not now. So instead, I focus all my energy on bringing her to climax. I want to hear her scream, to feel her body convulse around my fingers. I want to taste her release on my tongue.
Jesus Christ her taste . . . It’s like honey, sweet and intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I lap at her greedily, my tongue delving deeper, exploring every fold and crevice. Her thighs clamp around my head, holding me in place as her hips grind against my masked face. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls starting to flutter around my fingers.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chants, her hips bucking wildly against my face.
I redouble my efforts, sucking her clit into my mouth.
She gasps, her body quivering as she climbs higher and higher toward her climax. I can feel her walls tightening around my fingers, and I know she’s close. I suck on her clit harder, flicking my tongue over it rapidly as she cries out, her body convulsing with pleasure.
I don’t stop until she’s fully ridden out her orgasm, her body limp and spent. I pull back, licking my lips as I savor the taste of her. She opens her eyes, looking up at me with a satisfied smile on her face.
“That was amazing,” she says, her voice husky and full of desire. “But it’s your turn now.”
I stand up, and she gets on her knees in front of me as I lower my briefs, my erection springing free.
I step closer, pressing myself against her as I whisper in her ear.
“I’m going to make you swallow every last inch of me,” I say, my voice low and full of promise. “And they’re all going to watch you do it like the good girl you are.”
Chloe nods, her eyes hungry, as I wrap my hand around the back of her head, guiding her toward my cock. She licks her lips, her gaze locked onto mine as she takes me in inch by inch. I groan as she circles the tip before taking me deeper into her mouth.
The onlookers beyond the glass seem entranced, their eyes following every movement as Chloe works her magic. I can see some of them stroking themselves in time with her rhythm, their pleasure building alongside mine.
I grip the back of Chloe’s head, guiding her movements as she takes me deeper still. She moans around my length, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel myself getting closer, my muscles tensing as I approach the edge.
Just as I’m about to release, I pull back, teasing Chloe with shallow thrusts. She whimpers, her eyes pleading with me to let her finish me off. But I’m not ready yet, not when others are depending on this entertainment to get off themselves.
Patience, as hard as it is.
“Put your ass in the air,” I command. “So everyone can see how perfect it is as you suck on me.”
Chloe complies eagerly, getting onto her hands and knees and arching her back so her ass is prominently displayed.
I step closer to her, running my hands over her curves before slapping her ass sharply. She gasps, her body jolting forward at the sudden impact.
“You like that, don’t you?” I say, giving her ass another slap. “You like being on display, knowing that everyone out there is watching you.”
She nods, her breath coming in short pants. I can see the desire in her movements, the way she’s pushing back against me, silently begging for more.
I slide my hand between her legs, feeling her wetness as I tease her clit. She moans, her hips bucking as I push two fingers inside her.
“That’s it,” I say, my voice low and husky. “Show them how much you love it. Show them how much you want it.”
Chloe whimpers, her body jerking as I continue to finger her. I can feel her walls tightening around me, her orgasm building again. I can see the pleasure etched on her face, the way her eyes roll back as she moans loudly. I reach around and grab her breasts, squeezing them roughly as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out. She cries out again, her body shaking as she comes for a second time.
Now I can have my turn.
I place my cock back at her lips and slide into her mouth, my movements slow and deliberate. I can feel the hunger in her as she takes me in, her tongue swirling around my length. The onlookers are getting louder now, their moans and gasps filling the room. I thrust deeper into Chloe’s mouth, my grip on her hair tightening as I find my rhythm.
Her mouth works in tandem with my movements as my climax builds, my muscles tensing as I get closer and closer. With a final push, I release into her mouth, my body shuddering as I fill her with my seed. Chloe swallows it all, her eyes locked onto mine as she milks every last drop from me.
We take a moment to glance at the onlookers, their pleasure evident on their faces. Chloe and I share a satisfied smile.
As we catch our breath, I lean down to whisper in Chloe’s ear, “Did that live up to your fantasy?”
She nods, still trying to catch her breath. “More than I could’ve ever imagined.”
I help her up and pull her close, kissing her deeply. She tastes like me and something uniquely her own, and I can’t get enough of it. But I need to break away. I got too comfortable, and I spoke way more than planned. I don’t want to get sloppy.
“Thank you for the invite,” I say, willing me to leave her even though it’s the last thing I want to do.
“Wait. You’re leaving?”
I give her one last kiss, savoring the taste of her before turning to leave. “Until our next fantasy.”