Chapter 7

Logan

Jesus fuck… what in the hell have I gotten myself into?

I have to restrain the urge to grab onto Auralie and bolt for the exit door. I’ll take her to my camper, put that fucker in gear, and drive balls to the wall to get her away from Magnus.

Instead, I take her hand and lace my fingers through hers before leading her toward the Black Room. If I had any respect for either Auralie or myself, I wouldn’t use her to get my rocks off this way. But I can’t fucking help it. I’m a glutton for punishment because I would be far better served to walk away from her now and never know the pleasures I inherently know she’ll bestow. Instead, I’m going to get a taste of what I know in the depths of my soul will be heaven, and it will ruin me that I won’t be able to have more.

But just to make sure, before I turn the knob to the Black Room door, I ask, “You have to go through with this sale?”

My heart sinks when she nods. “I don’t have a choice.”

Thought so, because why else in the fuck would she even ever start down this path?

I let resolve take over my spine, stiffening it up before I push the door open and pull her inside. She gives a slight gasp as she sees the interior of The Silo from a very different angle. While the back wall is concrete, the outer wall is glass. You can see the other patrons milling about, engrossed in conversations or making out with each other. Some minor stuff always happens out there like dick sucks or fingering a girl to orgasm while sitting on one of the plush chairs. But the really good stuff always happens in one of these rooms.

I chose the Black Room because it’s designed for a singular show with either a couple or at the most a threesome. There’s a raised dais done in black lacquer with a huge king mattress on top, covered in black silk. Even the flooring is done in a shiny, black tile. I assume Bridger decorated the room this way so as to highlight the simplicity of the actions that would take place upon those silk sheets. He even made sure the only lighting in this room was a single overhead light that shines down like a spotlight onto the mattress.

Auralie stands frozen, staring out at the patrons who are starting to congregate at the glass now that the room has occupants. I walk up behind her, press my body into the backside of hers, and bring both of my hands around to cup her breasts over her dress. Dropping my head, I put my mouth near her ear and whisper, “Try to ignore them. Concentrate on me, okay?”

She nods and I squeeze the firm globes of her breasts, which are utterly fantastic. I mean, I knew they were because Magnus paraded her around naked one night, but feeling them—even with a clothing barrier—is beyond better than I could have imagined.

I’m stunned when Auralie reaches a hand back and rubs her palm over my growing erection before spinning in my arms. Her hands go to my belt, and she starts to work at it, but I bring my hands down to cover hers and bring them to a stop. “Uh-uh,” I chastise her so softly that no one outside the glass would be able to hear me. “Not going to do this the way you sucked those other guy’s cocks.”

Her eyes snap up to mine, and her heart-shaped mouth pops open in surprise. She gasps when I reach around her back, find the zipper of her dress, and lower it down. When it reaches the base of her spine, I bring my fingertips to the collar and peel the material down over her shoulders, past her arms, and over her hips where it slithers to the floor. She stands before me in a nude strapless bra done in satin with matching panties that sit high on her hips, providing more than ample coverage of her crotch and ass. My fingers work the hooks at the back and the bra comes free, spilling out those fantastic tits with nipples already standing pebbled and ready for attention.

I massage her breasts with my hands briefly, and then lower my head to suck a nipple in my mouth. Auralie’s hands fly to my head, her fingers digging into my hair briefly, but then just as quickly release me as if she doesn’t want to show her reaction to my touch. This I understand because it would upset Magnus if she were to show favoritism to a customer, so I give her a pass on it and pull my mouth away from her puckered flesh.

“Get on the bed,” I tell her as I step back and pull my shirt over my head. Auralie’s eyes go wide, and she stares at my chest for a brief moment before letting them travel down my abs.

“The bed, Auralie,” I gently remind her.

She turns and steps onto the lacquered dais, those high-heeled silver pumps making the toned muscles in her legs stretch and elongate. I can’t help but stare at her ass as she places a knee on the bed and then crawls to the center before turning over and lying down.

I smile at her because she looks uncomfortable as hell, her legs stiff and her spine straight, casting furtive glances at the glass. Stepping onto the dais, I wrap my hands around her ankles and jerk her legs apart, causing her to gasp in surprise. I know Magnus is watching every bit of this to make sure I don’t do anything that would “devalue” his little flower, but my back is to him and he can’t see me grin down at Auralie as I crawl right up her body and press my aching cock down onto her pelvis. Even with her underwear on and my jeans, I can feel the heat our bodies generate.

Dropping my weight slightly, I lower my stomach and then my chest down onto her, putting my face right over hers. I want to kiss her again the way I did in the hallway, but I don’t want Magnus to suspect there’s anything more between Auralie and me than a man wanting to have a bit of a thrill.

So I take just a moment to whisper, so softly I know she can barely hear me. “Going to eat your pussy now, honey. And it’s going to be intense. You’re going to come like I suspect you never have before.”

“Oh, God,” she moans, her hips pressing off the mattress against me with a grinding motion.

I hiss through my teeth and quickly move back down her body, because I don’t want to fucking come in my jeans. Pulling her underwear off, I drag them down her legs, tossing them over my shoulder. I don’t even risk a glance back at the crowd I know is watching, and I’m briefly thankful I didn’t see Jacob out there as he’d know Auralie lied to him yesterday about having her period by what I’m getting ready to do. Auralie’s gaze drifts toward the glass, so I remind her, “Eyes only on me.”

She obeys instantly so I reward her, dropping to my knees and pulling her body down to the edge of the mattress. She slides easily along the silk, and I get a good look at her waxed pussy as it gets closer to me. I’m not surprised by this, although I would have rather seen her more natural. I suspect, however, Magnus insisted on this to make her look as innocent as she’s held out to be.

I run a fingertip over the soft, fleshy mound. While I’m sure having my fingers near this pussy makes Magnus extremely nervous, I drag it right down her slit where I’m utterly satisfied to find her already wet. Her entire body shudders.

I slide my gaze up Auralie’s body and find her lifted up on her elbows, watching me with hazy, lustful eyes filled with fascination. Bending over, I bring her legs over my shoulders and move my hands up and over her stomach before using them to peel her wide open for me. She glistens. Her clit is so swollen it peeks out from her wet flesh. Bending over, I gently prod it with the end of my tongue, and Auralie’s hips shoot off the bed as she moans. I press her back down, flick my tongue out again, but this time, I’m ready. I hold her down in place, but I’m not able to suppress the cry of pleasure that tears out of her. This I know the patrons out there heard. My dick starts pulsing in my pants I’m so turned on right now.

I want so badly to press my fingers inside of her, but that’s a no-no, so I open my mouth and bring it down on her, giving her a long lick up her center before settling my lips right over her clit. Licking at her slowly, I prolong what I’m guessing might be torture the way she thrashes and calls out my name. I lazily rub circles around her swollen flesh, sometimes giving a little flutter of my tongue against her clit, but when I sense her getting close to an orgasm, I back off again. I could lie here all night and do this. Because Magnus gave me no time restrictions, I’m not in a hurry for this to end.

Over and over again, I lick and suck, sometimes pressing my finger on the little bundle of nerves and rolling it around. Auralie cries and begs, and when I finally risk a glance up at her, I find her watching me with almost anguish in her eyes. She opens her mouth and I expect her to beg me for release, but instead, she whispers in a low voice that won’t carry past my ears, “Logan… let me do the same to you right now.”

I rear slightly backward from the naked want in her voice. From knowing she wants her mouth on me the way I have mine on hers. I raise my eyebrows at her. Are you sure?

She answers back with a look so intense, I can’t even doubt her meaning. Yes. Now. In my mouth.

I go a little dizzy from what she just communicated to me, but I gather my wits enough I’m able to stand up on the dais and shed the remainder of my clothes. Nothing I’m planning on doing is breaking any of Magnus’ rules, but I’m so compelled to shove my cock in her mouth, merely because she really wants it there, that I’d do it even if he’d told me not to. Nothing’s stopping this train now that it’s left the station.

Auralie is back on her elbows again, watching me with keen eyes. I drop to my knees back on the mattress, my dick bobbing almost painfully. I take note of the flushed cheeks, tangled hair from her thrashing, and pebbled nipples, and I can’t wait another minute. Flipping my body around, I lay on my side with my face at her hips, which puts hers near mine as she rolls to her side. I can’t bear to look down at her, so I concentrate on getting my mouth back on that sweet pussy by taking her outer leg, picking it up, and maneuvering it onto my shoulder. I use the arm I’m lying on to snake around her back and press her toward me, using my tongue to prod through her wet folds and find the prize. When my tongue hits her clit, she jerks and moans. I fucking love that sound from her.

Then her hand is on my cock and I’m the one who jerks, which mashes my mouth to her harder. I hold my breath for a moment that lasts for years, and then I can feel her hot, wet mouth on me. I groan against her pussy. And fuck… she takes me so deep my balls start tingling.

I can’t see a damn thing because I’m face first into some sweet eating, nose, lips, mouth, and tongue deep into her snatch, and I think it might even be better I can’t see. Rather, I can imagine. Her cheeks hollowed out, her throat begging to be plowed. Her mouth so damn wet that she glides seamlessly up and down my shaft. She places a tentative hand to my balls and rolls them against her palm, and I feel the head of my dick bumping against the back of her mouth. Every time I put pressure on her clit, she moans, which vibrates against my aching shaft and shoots jolts of pleasure down to my nuts.

She’s so fucking good at this, but I knew she would be.

I just knew it.

I’m so close to coming and the thought of her drinking me down starts sending me over the edge.

I don’t want to leave her behind so I hit her clit hard with my tongue, flicking it quickly with increasing pressure.

Both of us are so far gone, our hips pumping against each other. My head bobs between her legs as she gyrates and I ram my cock in and out of her mouth, entering the top of her throat.

With a sudden heave of my body, I roll to my back, my arm around her, taking her with me so I’m on the bottom and she’s on top. Her mouth never misses a stroke. I use both free hands now to pull her down so she’s sitting on my face and my tongue is lashing at her pussy. Auralie is leaking all over my mouth and chin faster than I can lap it all up, and when I sense she’s right on the edge, I do something deliciously dirty to her that’s also not against Magnus’ rules.

I reach a hand past her hip, over her lower spine, and push my fingers lightly down the crack of her ass. Pushing them past her tight hole, down to the base of her pussy where she’s dripping wet, I rub my fingers around until they’re soaked. Then back up again where I push the tip of my index finger right into her ass.

Auralie shrieks against my cock and then tilts her pelvis so she’s grinding on my face, her entire body quaking as an orgasm rips through her. It causes my own to fire and I plant my feet on the mattress, punch my hips up, and start to unload what seems like buckets into her hot little mouth.

I groan my relief against her pussy, pull my index finger out to the tip, and push it back in. Auralie cries out again, but it’s muffled because her mouth is full of cum and cock, still holding me so deep I can feel her throat swallowing against my overly sensitive head.

When she’s given one last pull on my cock, she pulls her head back and I flop out of her. Her face falls and rests on my thigh as I pull my finger out of her ass, giving a slight push on her hips to lift off me. She’s practically dead weight and I’m barely able to breathe, but I also don’t want to lose the feeling of her against me.

So I roll both of us to the side again, slipping my arms around her waist and resting my cheek against her pelvis as I try to get my breathing under control.

Not once did I think about the crowd watching us, or if Magnus is pissed that was clearly a bit more than I’m sure he imagined happening, or even if Auralie’s mortified we did that in front of all those people. I don’t think of anything other than the fact that was my one and only crack at this gorgeous creature, and now I’ve got to figure out a way to move past this and put her out of my mind.