She hadn’t wanted anyone as mindlessly as she wanted Ajay then. She was willing to beg for it, but she schooled her voice and reached up to pinch her nipples, moaning at their sensitivity. “I think it’s time you fucked me, otherwise she’ll come before I do.”

“Yes,” he said hoarsely in her ear. “You can see it on her face. He’s going to take her, and she knows it.”

Before Raj could make the next move, Ajay maneuvered her so that she was kneeling on the couch in front of the couple outside.

“Put your hands where hers are.”

Raj had never done this before, even though she’d watched discreet sex from the Fire Lounge countless times. She did as she was told, though, until the only thing separating her from the blonde was the window.

The other man fumbled with his slacks.

Oh god.

Raj heard the tear of a foil packet behind her and then felt Ajay’s hands on her hips. As the blonde jerked around, her legs wrapping over her man’s waist, Ajay thrust into Raj, hot and hard. He filled her up until a scream bubbled from her throat. She tossed her hair back, arching against Ajay, urging him on.

“Yes,” she gasped, crying out for more.

He reached around and slapped her clit again until she screamed. Then he set a punishing pace, fucking her until she could barely hold on. The couple outside jerked together then collapsed against the mirror, their bodies shuddering and heaving in time with the music.

“Don’t stop,” Raj chanted. “Don’t you dare.”

Ajay fucked her faster, taking her voice, and her pleasure, until she had nothing left to give him, nothing she could afford. Shock and blinding ecstasy consumed her when Ajay gripped her hair, holding it tight as the orgasm rushed through her body.

Her legs quivered, and she would’ve collapsed if Ajay hadn’t held her up, an arm banded around her waist.

With one, then two last thrusts, he claimed his own orgasm.

They lay on the couch like shipwreck survivors, gasping for air, waiting minutes, ages, for their bodies and minds to catch up with their racing hearts.

Ajay was the first to move. He pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck, then untangled himself from her and walked to the bathroom. Raj heard the trashcan close and the sound of running water over the music.

She raised an eyebrow as Ajay returned with a towelette. “Is that for me?” she said, her voice husky from her screams.

“Yes.” Raj spread her legs again, letting him run the cool towelette over her, cleaning her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his touch and regretting how quickly he finished.

Ajay tossed the towelette aside, then picked up her dress, holding it out for her. “This was remarkably easy to take off you.”