Free Dirty Little Lies by Clare James

sweet and kind at the same time. My hunger for him right now is something
I’ve never experienced.
    He doesn’t make me wait or beg for long. He moves in to
kiss me, slow and deep, and I know I’m already wet and glistening for my
audience. The thought alone almost makes me come. I’m teetering on the edge,
ready to go off at any moment.
    “You just let me know if it’s too much, okay? I’ll stop at
any time.”
    “I will,” I tell him, knowing I’d never make him stop.
    Gabe kisses his way down my neck to my breasts and I
immediately arch into his mouth. He teases my nipples with light kisses and
grazing teeth, and my head drops back. His light teasing takes a turn to
sucking and biting. It’s a little rough and the lines between pleasure and pain
begin to blur, flipping back and forth.
    Moving to my left side, Gabe runs his hands down my stomach
and my thighs. My sex throbs, craving his touch. “They’re watching you out
there, baby. So I’m going to give them a little show.”
    His hands slide between my legs and his thumbs push back my
folds, showing my most intimate parts to these strangers. I am so vulnerable,
so on display, so under Gabe’s control.
    Gabe signals to Brinna, and she scoots down to my other
side. Her fingers replace Gabe’s, holding me open, and it makes my eyes roll
back in my head. What they’re doing to me is absolutely intoxicating.
    “Is this okay?” she asks me.
    “Yes,” I tell her.
    “Gabe is right, Stevie,” she says. “You are off-the-charts
sexy. The crowd is in for a special treat tonight.”
    In the next moment, Gabe’s wild dark mop drops between my
legs. It’s a sight that makes me moan. And I do just that, until I feel his hot
breath on me. Then I freeze. He teases me for a minute, breathing me in,
running his nose up and down my thigh and across my wet folds.
    “I have to take a taste.” Gabe looks up, silently asking
for permission. I give it to him, no questions asked. His tongue on me in seconds,
taking a long, lazy lick. It moves from my clit, down my crease and back up to
my clit.
    Instinctively, I pull on my restraints for some control. I
want to touch Gabe, play with his hair, feel his head as he works to pleasure
me. But being denied this, makes me sink further into bliss.
    Gabe’s tongue starts to increase the speed of this glorious
pattern, and I rock into it. I relish in his hot mouth all over me as Brinna
holds me open for him.
    I’m pretty sure I’m panting at this point. He might actually
kill me. Right here. In front of all these people. 
    “Are you ready to come?” Brinna asks.
    I nod vigorously, now able to see the faint images of the
people watching us on the other side of the glass. My insides turn to liquid;
it’s too much.
    Brinna taps Gabe’s head and he looks up giving me the
reprieve I desperately need. It doesn’t last. He switches gears and adds his
fingers to the mix. They begin pumping inside, curling up in that perfect spot,
while his tongue continues its assault on my clit. I start to go fuzzy again,
completely lost in every sensation. 
    I hear a countdown in my head: ten, nine, eight, seven—
    Gabe pulls my clit into his mouth and gives me a gentle,
but surprising, bite on my most tender spot.
    Blast off.
    The explosion goes off and there’s nothing I can do but
take it. My teeth rattle from the sheer force of the orgasm. It keeps going,
and my sex continues to contract around Gabe’s fingers over and over again.
    “Yes, that’s it, baby.”
    Gabe milks every last bit of the orgasm out of me. As the
last of the shocks course through my body, I’m out of breath and hanging from
my restraints.
    Brinna releases my arms and Gabe is there to catch me,
before gently laying me down on the bed. She then releases my legs, and without
a word, she leaves us.
    Gabe moves in next to me to rubs my wrists and ankles,
while planting tender kisses my neck and chest.
     “So what do you think?” he asks, pulling me into