The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"I feel like Cinderella, if she had just lingerie on," I giggled as we climbed out of the car.

The clock had just struck midnight when Finnegan’s car pulled into the parking lot of the Sanctuary.

We’d had to wait until everyone had fallen asleep before sneaking out of the house like teenagers. It was hilarious.

Two grown-ass folks creeping around like they were heading to some high school party.

My heart was already racing with anticipation. It had been too long since we’d been here together as Ares and Aphrodite. Maybe I could take his mind off things, and he could take mine off things as well.

We stepped out, both wearing our masks. I had on a sheer black babydoll lingerie that barely covered my breasts and a tiny thong that left almost nothing to the imagination.

Finnegan had bundled me up in his black coat, but once we got into the club, he stashed the coat in the locker along with the rest of his clothes, until the only thing on him was his black mask that made his emerald eyes burn so hot and a pair of snug black boxers that hugged the thick outline of his cock.

My mouth watered as I drank him in inside the elevator. The sight of him like this — tall, huge, and so deliciously half-naked — had me purring with need.

I couldn’t wait for him to fuck my brains out.

The elevator doors slid open, and the sexy, noisy sounds of people moaning flooded my ears.

Bass music thumped as we strolled through the familiar, dimly lit hallway toward the main arena. I let out a soft groan.

"I’ve missed this place a little," I admitted, leaning into his side.

Finnegan’s hand slid possessively around my waist, his thick, long fingers tracing the edge of my lingerie. "You look like sin tonight, Aphrodite," he murmured.

"Every man in there is going to want you. But you’re mine."

"Down to my toes, Ares," I winked at him.

The arena was already in full swing when we walked in.

The massive space pulsed with low, sensual music and the sounds of pleasure.

In the center, a large group was lost in a full-blown orgy.

A woman with long red hair was on her hands and knees, moaning loudly as one man fucked her from behind while another fed his cock into her mouth.

Nearby, two men were sharing a beautiful blonde — one driving into her pussy while the other took her ass, their hands roaming over her body.

A circle of men surrounded them, cheering, some stroking themselves, others joining in.

Bodies moved together in a very erotic and filthy rhythm, skin slapping skin, moans and gasps filling the air, the scent of sex heavy and intoxicating.

I closed my eyes, drawing a deep breath, feeling my entire body thrum alive with pleasure.

"Damn, everyone here needs to go to purgatory."

A man was eating out a woman on a raised platform while she sucked another man’s cock. Two women were locked in a passionate sixty-nine, devouring each other’s cunts, pumping their tongues deep into each other’s pussies, as men watched and stroked themselves.

Finnegan pulled me closer, his bare chest pressing against my back. His hands skimmed slowly over my lingerie, cupping my breasts through the sheer fabric and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

"Look at them," he whispered hotly against my ear, his voice in my favorite tone. Dark and deep with lust.

"Look how they’re losing themselves. But none of them gets to have you the way I do. None of them gets to feel how tight and wet this pussy gets for me."

I moaned softly, arching into his touch. My hand reached behind me, slipping into his boxers to wrap around his thick, hardening cock.

I squeezed him firmly, stroking slowly as we watched the orgy ramp up even more.

A woman cried out in ecstasy as two men filled her at the same time — one in her pussy, one in her mouth. White streaks of cum and spit ran down the sides of her mouth.

Another couple was fucking against a pillar, her legs wrapped around him as he pounded into her, sweat dripping down their bodies as they writhed against each other.

Finnegan groaned against my neck as I pumped him faster, my thumb smearing the precum leaking from his tip. "That’s it, baby. Feel how hard I am for you. Only for you, Abigail."

I gripped his cock tighter, loving the way it throbbed in my hand. "I love feeling you like this while we watch them. I’m so wet, Ares. My pussy is dripping just thinking about you fucking me in front of all these people."

His hips jerked into my hand. One of his hands slid under my thong, fingers finding my soaked folds and circling my clit. Oh god, yes.

"Such a greedy little slut," he growled lovingly in my ear. "My perfect Aphrodite. You love being watched, don’t you? Love knowing they can see how wet you are for me."

I moaned, stroking him faster, my hand slick with his precum. The orgy around us spiraled even wilder — a woman screaming as she came hard on two cocks, another man painting a woman’s tits with his cum. The air was thick with sex.

Finnegan slid two fingers inside me, curling them while his thumb worked my clit. I gasped, my hand tightening around his cock.

"Cum for me, baby," he whispered, biting my earlobe. "Let me feel this tight pussy clench around my fingers while you watch them."

I came with a shuddering moan, my knees buckling as pleasure crashed through me. He held me up, fingers still pumping into my cunt, drawing out my orgasm.

When I finally came down, I turned in his arms and sank to my knees right there in the arena, tugging his boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock.

His hand fisted in my hair.

"Not yet," he rasped. "I want to fuck you while they watch. I want them to see who you belong to."