Page 80 of Mile High Contract
“Like, on me?” he clarifies.
I dip my head once. “Yep.”
“Yes, I do. It’s wonderful for stimulating the prostate as I’m about to come.”
“Let’s try it then,” I whisper in his ear.
“We will,” he replies. “Meanwhile, would you like to be in a station and let people watch us? It would be a huge turn-on.”
I stare at him in horror. “Absolutely not.”
He laughs. “Why? Are you shy?”
“Maybe I am. Plus, I thought you said you’d kill anyone who even looked at me.”
“I said I’d kill anyone who touches you. Nobody is going to touch you if we do that, they’ll just watch,” he says.
I bite my lip and continue walking, where there is just a man and woman fucking. He’s got a firm grip on her long blonde curls while he rams into her from behind, her large breasts bouncing furiously while she moans like a porn star, her long false eyelashes casting a shadow on her cheeks as her eyes close.
“Wow, this is the tamest I’ve seen,” I comment so only Carter can hear.
“Yeah, it’s kinda rare to just see two, but—”
Guess I spoke too soon. A completely naked man with a huge hard-on walks up to the woman and shoves his cock right into her mouth and begins to pump while he leans over her and kisses the other man on the mouth.
“You were saying?” Carter says, chuckling.
“To answer your question, no, not comfortable with being watched,” I say, finishing the rest of my drink.
He grabs the glass and hands it to a passing waiter dressed in a tuxedo, and leads me to a hallway of rooms.
“Good evening, sir. Ten, five, four, and one are open,” the attendant informs us.
“Empty?” he asks the man.
“Four has two women who want company. The rest are empty,” he replies.
We go all the way down to ten, where the room has painted black walls and a big red silky bed in the middle, toys and instruments hang in a wardrobe with the doors open. Lube and towels are on a table beside it. Similar to the other place.
“Get on the bed and take your fucking clothes off,” he demands as soon as he locks the door. “Leave the shoes on.”
“Okay...” I say, silently thrilled at his bossiness as I obey and toss off my leather skirt and tank top. I lie down on the bed, leaving my strappy open-toe stilettos on, and open my legs.
I watch as Carter rummages through the drawer in the wardrobe and pulls out a small box. He opens it up and tosses the box into a nearby trash can. My eyes widen when he holds up a pink vibrator. It must come ready to use because he flicks it to life and it lights up and begins vibrating violently.
“Where do you want this?” he asks with a mischievous smile.
I grin back wickedly at him. “You choose.”
“Before we start, would you like to experiment with being watched?” He points to a small box window with the slider down. It’s on the opposite wall from the hallway where we entered so they must have more secret rooms behind here where people can watch.
I decide it’s dark enough in here that I could be myself and let loose, so I shrug. “Sure, why not?”
He smiles and picks up a remote control I hadn’t noticed before, pushing a button, causing the slider to skate up. There’s a mirrored glass partition where we can’t see them, but apparently, they can see us. Even better.
Carter comes back to the bed and dips a finger in my pussy before licking the juices off. “So wet and ready,” he murmurs.
Then, he puts the vibrator gently to my wet hole and I throw my head back. He slowly slides it up to my clit, which causes my back to bow off the bed and my nipples to pebble. “Oh, yes...”