Forbidden by Karen Erickson Page B

focused on Austin’s hand beneath her dress.
    The varied stimulation assaulted her senses, made her feel as if she was floating on a cloud. Drifting, dreaming, drinking it all in as the blond clutched the back of a chair that suddenly appeared, his body bent over it, his legs spread. His ass open in invitation, ready to be taken.
    This was so forbidden, watching this, doing this, taking it all in. Growing up she’d pushed the naughty thoughts from her head, telling herself it was wrong. In past relationships, she’d reached out, tentative in revealing her darkest wishes and dreams. Having them all slapped down, pushed away, told again and again she was wrong, dirty, deviant.
    Now, it was all unfolding in front of her and she relished it. Enjoyed it. This was who she was, what she needed and she finally found someone who understood her.
    Austin.
    “Does it hurt?” Her whispered question caused him to lean toward her, his head so close, their faces brushing.
    “Does what hurt?” His fingers moved up her thigh, so achingly slow and she wallowed in the anticipation.
    When he actually touched her where she wanted him, it was going to be so good.
    “Being taken like that. Anal sex.” She gestured toward the stage. The dark haired man stood behind the blond, his hands grasping his hips, his cock nudging against the blond’s ass.
    “I prefer the top.” Austin nuzzled her cheek with his. “I like to be the one in control.”
    “You’re so dominant.” She sighed when the very tips of his fingers brushed the front of her lacy thin panties. “Aggressive.”
    “You like it.”
    “I do.” She held her breath as she watched the dark haired man smooth his hand over the blond man’s ass, his fingers delving between his cheeks. He touched him, intimately, gently, and the blond sighed, spreading his legs wider, his head dipping in acquiescence. It stole her breath, watching this unfold, waiting for the moment when the dark haired man would possess the other.
    She loved the way Austin possessed her, took her as if she belonged to him. They had fallen so easily into this, as if they belonged together. The thought was overwhelming, scary.
    Delicious. Wondrous.
    “You’re hot,” he whispered in her ear. “Wet.”
    “How can you tell?” He hadn’t even touched her yet, was still lingering there, his fingers brushing over her mound, the lace fabric of her panties the only barrier.
    “Your panties are wet. I can smell you.” He tongued her ear, the hot, wet slick of it making her wiggle. “I love the way you smell. The way you taste.”
    Her knees went weak. The way he spoke to her weaved a sort of magic around them, a spell she didn’t want to stop. She watched the man position himself over the blond, his condom-covered cock poised, ready, the blond urging him on with murmured words, subtle gestures.
    Slowly, carefully, the dark haired man eased inside the blond, his cock sinking in inch by inch. Deep, deeper until he was all the way in, his balls brushing against the blond man’s ass, and they groaned, the sound filling the room.
    They weren’t the only ones groaning. She heard the telltale sounds of low moans behind her, murmured words of approval, the faintly wet sounds of mouths connecting, clothes shuffling. Everyone was aroused, she realized. The scent of sex filled the air, the slap of flesh on flesh loud coming from the stage. Austin’s fingers slipped beneath her panties, brushed against her pubic hair before flicking her distended clit.
    “God, Michaela.” He sounded tortured and she glanced at his lap, saw the unmistakable ridge of his cock. “You feel so good.”
    He played with her, his fingers searching her folds, one thick finger pushing deep inside her. She gasped, clutched at his arm, her gaze locked on the men on the dais. The dark haired man was fucking the blond with enthusiasm, their guttural grunts mingling with every thrust. She moved with them, her hips doing a subtle thrust against