Page 81 of Mr. Wilde

“My dirty girl likes to watch,” he groans.

I don’t know which part of that statement boggles me more. That he’s confirming I’m watching this and getting wet, or his calling me his dirty girl.

His fingertips slide inside my panties, grazing over my slick flesh. I bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying out as his nimble fingers tease my clit, his hard cock rocking against my ass.

His left hand curls around me, teasing my bundle of nerves as he lifts the fingers of his right hand to his mouth and sucks. Jeez, this man. Once he returns his right hand, he dips lower and glides his fingers back and forth over my wet center while continuing to run concentric circles over my clit with his left.

“You like what you see?” he whispers into my ear.

I honestly don’t know how to answer him. It’s obviously turning me on, but I have no interest in exhibitionism. Or does he mean multiple partners? That’s so not my style. Hell, until Max came along, missionary was the only position I’d ever tried.

“It’s okay, baby. To like watching. Just don’t think I could handle anyone touching you but me. Even a woman.”

My head falls back on his shoulder. I’m so turned on I can barely keep my knees from buckling beneath me. I’m certain it’s a combination of the show before me and the man behind me. But I wouldn’t doubt it’s all Max Wilde.

“It’s taking everything in me not to fall to my knees and eat your sweet pussy right now.”

A whimper escapes before I can stop it. My eyes widen at the sound, worried someone may have overheard.

Devon reaches in front of the brunette and pinches her nipples, continuing to speak into her ear. The redhead spreads her legs wide as she continues to bury her face between the couple’s legs above her. She appears to be touching herself. At least they get to enjoy themselves while they participate.

Max’s pace on my sensitive skin picks up. I start to panic at the idea I could orgasm in public. What is happening to me? When did I become this woman?

“Don’t hold back, baby. I’ve got you. You’re so wet. Let me feel you come.”

“Max,” I plead.

“It’s okay, precious girl. You’re so close. Bury your face in my neck and come for me.”

My thighs tense. I don’t think I can relax enough to let that happen. Those words have barely left my internal monologue before a large, muscular male saunters over to the three people seated in the center of the room. He’s gloriously naked and stroking his huge cock. I don’t recognize him, but he moves to stand beside the couple when Devon reaches up, turning the brunette’s blindfolded face toward the newest member of their group. He whispers something into her ear, and her mouth opens wide enough for the man standing beside her to push his huge cock down her throat.

That does it.

My body starts to convulse, white spots dotting my vision. Thank God Max has his arms around me, or my knees might betray me at the force of my orgasm.

“Fuck yes,” Max moans into my ear as he rubs his dick against my backside. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

I take a step forward, leaning against the frame of the alcove. I’m in sensory overload. Looking over my shoulder, I find Max appearing composed. His dazzling blue eyes are on fire, but to anyone walking by, they’d have no idea what just happened.

“Come home with me.”

My brows pinch. He has got to be fucking kidding! The heartache of the last two weeks returns. “No.” I spin on my heel and head back downstairs where I belong, hoping upon hope no one witnessed what just happened here.

“Please, Cass?”

“No!” I whisper shout back at him and rush for the stairs. I can’t believe I let this infuriating man get me off after two weeks of radio silence. Now that I’ve come back to my senses, my ire builds.

Thankfully, once I make it down the steps, the place looks the way I left it. I make my way to the first floor and back to my room before I realize he’s hot on my heels.

“Talk to me.”

“Why?” I spin to face him. “I was completely open with you. Trusted you. And you completely disappeared on me.”

His head falls forward. “I know. You’re right. I was in a bad place.” He looks up, his eyes holding mine. “I’m fucked up, Cassidy. I was trying to stay away so I didn’t do anything to hurt you.”

“Well, you failed at that task. Miserably.” I’m so irritated. All he had to do was reach out and tell me he needed some space to deal with all of this. Was that so much to ask?

“I’m sorry.”