Free Sexy as Hell Box Set by Harlem Dae Page A

blackness was a place that might look much like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world. Oh yes, I’d paint him a red-and-orange picture that came alive, flickering like flames, enticing him, holding him spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, and drown in coming.
    My thoughts set me off, and I rubbed myself harder, almost at the brink. I looked at Victor through half-lowered lashes, dashing my tongue out to lick lips I wished he was licking. The fact that I was being watched by several men melted away and it became just me and Victor, my journey to orgasm a private viewing just for him. My pelvis bucked of its own accord. Pleasure ripped through my body, radiating from my clit and undulating to every nerve ending, fizzling there before making a return trip. My clit felt as though it was going to explode. All my synapses fired at once, an almost unbearable feeling, but I rode it out, sucking in a deep breath through clenched teeth.
    Victor lifted a hand, bunching it into a fist over his mouth as though he was coughing politely. I was too far gone to smile, to laugh at any arousal he was trying to hide, and fondled myself faster. My breaths came out as stuttered gasps edged with soft moans. His torso jerked in time with my hips, and as the burn of true orgasm finally crested, I knew he was coming with me. Satisfaction from him spurting twice in such a short space of time coupled with satisfaction of a sexual kind, and I was lost to the frenetic movement of my fingertips. I bit my bottom lip and glared at him while my body shuddered. I dared him with my eyes to deny his cock throbbed, ached mercilessly from what he was seeing, and the look he gave me in return said he wouldn’t be able to if he tried. He closed his eyes, his lips forming a thin, tight line, and shivered.
    The room filled with grunts and groans in varying pitches, and I wondered, as my orgasm receded, how Victor felt to know several people had climaxed all at the same time. Did he feel dirty? Or had it liberated him, to share this experience with unseen strangers? And how did he feel about me now, after seeing what I did for a living?
    Why did I care?
    I didn’t.
    My cunt zinged with aftershocks. I lowered my pelvis and removed my hand, lifting it to slide my wet fingers into my mouth and suck off my juices. More moans, a strangled cry, a man coming right up to his window and pressing his palm to it as though he was touching me. Still I stared at Victor, unwilling to look away first. It was a battle of wills as I drew my legs together and dropped my hand from my mouth to let it dangle by my side. He blinked—once, twice—and took his fist away from his face. A small smile formed, one that could have been him being pleased at finding release, but I preferred to think of it as a victory on my part, that he was acknowledging that yes, I’d taught him something and he’d enjoyed learning.
    He glanced away briefly, and that was enough for me. I strode towards the window and pressed my corset-covered tits to the glass, licking the pane as though I French kissed his mouth. He stood and walked the two paces it took to reach me and, in one of the boldest moves I’d ever seen him perform, he licked too.
    I had him.
    Right where I wanted him.
     
    After I’d showered and changed out of my corset into a sweater and my fluffy jacket, I headed for the foyer and stopped short in the doorway. Victor sat behind the desk, no receptionist in sight. He had one ankle balanced on his opposing knee and swivelled the chair as he stared at the front door lost in thought. One elbow dug into the armrest, and he brushed his lips back and forth over the length of his index finger. I wondered what was going through his mind. Was he trying to work out how to call off our month-long adventure? Did he have such huge regrets that he contemplated telling me to leave him the hell