Back Kismet
Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

A visible shiver runs through him, and he squeezes my hand tighter as he nods his head. Never taking his eyes off the scene in front of us. The woman’s moans fill the room as she bounces up and down, with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Blondie’s mouth has moved from sucking cock to tonguing the man’s balls. His hand jacks him while he makes him pant with his mouth on his sac.

“Picture that as you and me,” I purr, flicking my tongue against his ear. “We go out one night to a club. We drink, dance together, get hot and sweaty. We’re both hard and need a release. We find some strange woman at the club, looking lonely and willing, and we take her to the back.”

I bring our held hands in front of him, rubbing the back of my hand against his groin. He’s so fucking hard. Applying a little bit of pressure, he drops his head on my shoulder, letting out a sigh.

“We’d lay you down, strip you out of your clothes, let that big, gorgeous cock spring free. She’d be impressed, obviously. We’d take turns sucking you, licking you like a lollipop. Your body would be trembling with need. You’d be begging for more.”

The back of my hand grazes his hard-on once more, this time with more pressure. I feel the grumble from his chest more than hear it. I’m dying to shove my hands down his pants and take his hot, silky length into my palm. Stroke him right here in front of all these unsuspecting people.

I situate myself all the way behind him, reaching around and popping the button on his jeans before sliding the zipper down. My hand slips beneath the waistband of his underwear, palm rubbing against his length. He trembles and thrusts his hips out, probably automatically. My eager fingers wrap around his girth, stroking him slowly. Methodically.

No one is paying us any mind. All their attention is on the show in front of us. That, and how dim it is in here, works in my favor. Reaching behind himself, he palms me over my jeans. The friction and the grip are good, but not nearly what I need.

Placing kisses against his slick neck, I continue to jack him nice and slow for a few minutes, getting him riled up. The scene in front of us morphs into more. Tall, dark, and handsome is now behind blondie, dick in his ass, while blondie fucks the woman. She lies on her back, fingers playing with her clit, greedily drinking in the view in front of her. On my next upstroke, I squeeze the tip before smearing the pre-cum that’s dripping. Another groan reverberates from his chest into me, and he turns his face toward me.

Heavy, nearly black eyes take me in. “I need you.”