What Caroline Wants (22 page)

“Do we just sit here and watch?” she asked, coming up to his side.

“Yes.” Jace sat and dragged his wife down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her middle. “Take a breath, Care,” he said in her ear. “This is what we came here for. Front-row seats are mandatory. The Slaters are getting off on us watching. If we lurk in the back row, it’s not going to work.”

Before his wife could reply, Emma began to moan, and both their gazes were riveted on the bed. Pete had eased himself under his wife, and they were in a perfect sixty-nine position. Jace and Caroline could see everything clearly. As Emma took the tip of Pete’s giant cock into her mouth, both Caroline and Jace moaned softly. Emma eased down ever so slowly, giving it lots of attention.

As his cock was devoured from tip to base, Pete reached up and spread Emma’s thighs apart with his hands. To give him easier access, she dipped lower, balancing on the insides of her knees. Emma had to be strong to hold herself up like that. Pete extended his tongue and began to lave her clit, using long, precise strokes. They both groaned with the first touches, enjoying themselves.

Emma began to writhe, pumping her pink pussy up and down, forcing it against Pete’s mouth with sure thrusts. It was incredibly hot. Jace was rock hard and already wanted to sink himself deeply into Caroline.

She must have felt the same way, because she eased off of his lap, and his erection, and tucked herself against his side, both of them reclining on the beanbag couch.

Without asking her permission, and not taking his eyes off the action, Jace slid his hand into Caroline’s robe and cupped a breast, dragging his thumb over her nipple.

Caroline sucked in a breath, but said nothing.

Instead, and to his pleasure, she scooted a little closer and tipped her head back to give him a better angle.

They were both enjoying themselves.

Being this close to live porn was nothing he’d ever done before. Some of his teammates in college would occasionally hook up with more than one girl at a time, but that had never been his thing.

Pete began to tongue-fuck his wife, darting it in and out of her pussy, and then started to suck her clit. It drove Emma crazy. She moaned, arching her hips up. She went down and up, and then in circles, forcing herself into his mouth again and again.

It was mesmerizing and totally fucking hot.

She stretched her legs farther out and began to thrust against his mouth like she was doing the reverse cowgirl, using his tongue as a dick. Her body moved like nothing Jace had ever seen. She was sleek and erotic. Jace was pretty sure her hips were rocking independently of everything else.

Jace wasn’t complaining. His fingers increased their own nipple play on Caroline’s breast. After a few more pumps, Emma broke away from Pete’s dick, panting, “Baby, I’m so close. I’m going to come too early if we keep doing this.”

Caroline made a small sound next to him and grabbed on to Jace’s hand to stop him from stroking her hard nub.

He glanced over at her to see she was panting right along with Emma.

Her eyes were wide and filled with lust.

Jace wanted to haul her up and brace her over this fucking beanbag chair and take her from behind so hard it made his cock ache.

His cock had been doing a lot of aching lately.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. He reached down to grasp his dick, but instead of stroking it, he gripped it hard in his fist and held it there. He knew Caroline wouldn’t want him to bring it out, but he was getting close to not giving any fucks—and Emma and Pete had only just begun their show.

How was he going to get through this without coming?

He glanced over at Caroline. She met his gaze, appearing a little dazed. Her robe gaped, and he could see her puckered buds waiting to be sucked. He leaned over. “After this, I’m taking you hard from behind, so get ready. We’re not going to make it home without having sex first.”

She nodded, her eyes darting back to Emma and Pete, who were changing positions.

Emma now lay on her back, red hair flowing over the platform. Pete knelt over her, placing his fists on either side of her waist and, ever so slowly, bent to take one of her tight, pink nipples in his mouth. Emma arched her back at the contact. Then he began to suck. But he did it in slow motion, dragging out the tantalizing pleasure, using his mouth and tongue like he was savoring a sweet treat.

It was almost too much to stand.

Jace could taste the nipple in his own mouth.

Emma was eager for more. She reached up and dug her fingers into Pete’s hair, forcing him closer. He immediately obliged by taking the top of her breast in his mouth and devouring it, sucking aggressively, lapping, pulling, and suckling it. Then he went to the other one. The nipple he left gleamed wet and glossy from his attention.

Emma went crazy. “Yes, more. I love it when you suck me hard. Now finger-fuck me at the same time.”

Her words sliced through the room like a sword through Jace’s body, making his cock jerk, close to spilling.

It was one thing to hear actors say things like that in porn, but another to witness a couple ten feet away who really wanted to fuck each other.

Caroline shivered next to him and he watched, eyes riveted on her, as her hands dipped inside her own robe. He knew where they were going and groaned. There was no way they were getting out of this without fucking right here on the dance floor. It was just too hot.

He just hoped there wouldn’t be hell to pay when they were done.

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C
aroline found her throbbing, inflamed clit, and as the tip of her index finger made contact, she called out. Her guilt about being so blatant in front of strangers was muted by the fact the couple in front of them were obviously in their own sexual world. They were uncaring of anything she and Jace did.

Her brain was definitely fuzzy, filled with extreme lust, but she wasn’t out of it enough to stop questioning her conscience. She told herself it was unnecessary to be concerned about what the Slaters thought.

Right?
Right
?

She didn’t know anymore.

As her fingers circled her core again, she arched her pelvis into her own hand, glancing over at her husband. His eyes were locked on her, hooded with a need like she’d never seen—not even when they’d been in the car.

She wanted his hands on her, his cock inside her.

But that little shred of dignity—the Southern one with all its rules attached—hung on with a death grip. “We can’t, Jace,” she groaned. “If you touch me, it’s all over. We can’t do this here. You promised you wouldn’t.”

“I’m having a hard time controlling my brain, Care. This is beyond hot,” he whispered. “We had no idea it would be like this, and we would be so uncontrollably excited. And right now we have the opportunity to have really great sex—possibly more than once. And, frankly, I’m not opposed to taking it.”

Caroline’s eyes slid to Emma and Pete.

She was grateful Jace had kept his voice low. With the music in the background, she was fairly certain the Slaters couldn’t hear their discussion. Emma was currently getting finger-fucked while Pete sucked on her nipple like his life depended on it. Emma’s hips were undulating like she was riding a life raft in heavy waves. How in the hell did she do that? It was the most erotic thing Caroline had ever witnessed, in porn or otherwise. “Care, talk to me. I’ll do whatever you want, just give me the word.”

She shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’m not sure. I can’t think straight anymore, but I don’t think I can—”

“I’m coming!” Emma yelled. “I’m coming! And it feels so
fucking
good.” Emma’s voice was harsh and primal.

Caroline watched as Emma came against Pete’s hand as he continued to suck her nipple. Emma’s ass was a foot high off the platform, spasming hard. Without so much as a pause, Pete unlatched from Emma’s wet nipple, positioned himself against her raised hips, and entered her hard and fast.

He drove home, pumping as he arranged her slim legs over his shoulders. She arched to meet him, seating herself on his cock, which was impressive since he was so big.

Emma came again instantly, calling his name as she bucked against him.

The orgasm was abundantly clear, and was incredible.

In porn, it was lucky—and probably not for real—if you caught a glimpse of one of the female actors having an orgasm. You wanted to believe they were, but there was always a lingering skepticism.

This was totally real.

Emma’s hips rolled, her stomach clenched, her voice cracked as her breath quickened and then calmed, settling into small pants. There was no way she could fake it like that. If she
was
faking, she deserved an Oscar.

“You like it hard, don’t you?” Pete murmured to Emma loud enough for them to hear as he gripped her ass with both hands and pounded into her. Emma tossed her head partially back over the platform, her breasts rocking in tandem to his thrusts.

Pete was fucking her with all he had.

Caroline stopped breathing as he let go of Emma’s ass, and watched her lock her legs around his waist. Pete licked his fingers. Then he reached down and grasped each of her nipples and twisted.

“Oh my
God
,” Caroline moaned, using her other hand to stroke her own aching nipple while the other one stroked her core. She was going to come.

There was no doubt about it.

In front of her, the platform Emma and Pete were on began to move. “You love the way I fuck you, don’t you?” Pete growled to Emma.

“Yes,” she panted. “I want to come again. Do it harder.” Pete obliged as Emma uncurled one leg. Pete grabbed on to it at the ankle and spread it outward, giving them a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of her wetness.

Suddenly, Caroline was being moved.

Her husband, it seemed, had had enough.

Jace settled her right between his legs, easing her back against his giant erection, each of his hands going into the front of her robe while he slowly thrust his hard cock against her back. “I’m going to try and be as discreet as I can,” Jace said between clenched teeth, “but I have to touch you. I can’t stand it. Watching Emma come each time has done me in.”

All Caroline could do was nod her head.

Was it possible to be drunk on passion? She was thinking the answer was yes.

Emma was completely right. It was a drug, and the high of watching this couple have sex was like flying-in-the-clouds high. It was doing things to her body Caroline had never imagined could happen.

She was on fire, tingling from her toes to her hair.

“More, Pete,” Emma gasped. “I need it harder.”

Pete withdrew his cock slowly, panting. “Turn around and get on your knees.”

Caroline tried not to gasp as Emma did as she was commanded. Jace’s hands continued their magic on her nipples, as Caroline’s own fingers kept up their steady pace.

The platform stopped moving, and the view was perfect.

Pete spread Emma’s thighs apart while he teased his cock against her slit from behind. She responded by bending down to her shoulders, so her chin was almost touching the platform. From this angle, they could see Pete enter her.

Caroline held her breath as Pete continued slowly until she was mewing with need. Caroline’s own fingers had sped up unconsciously, awaiting the moment of penetration. Jace’s hands had done the same. Now her husband was kneading, rocking, and plucking at her nipples with his fingers. Coupled with what she was doing to herself, the stimulation was over-the-top.

She tried not to groan too loud as Pete grabbed on to his wife’s hips and pulled her toward his waiting dick. She took him deep, the slap of their bodies meeting reverberated around the room.

Pete tipped his head back and cried out. Then he began to pump into her, holding on to her hips. “Like this? Do you like it like this?” he called to Emma.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned as she began to rock her ass and meet him thrust for thrust.

When Pete leaned over and cupped Emma’s breasts while still ramming himself home, Caroline was ready to come.

Jace made a growling sound behind her and started to rub his cock even harder against her back. “Care, this is nuts. I want you so bad.
Please
.”

She wanted him just as much—if not more. Her brain still felt fuzzy. What would it hurt? “Jace, I want—”

Emma began to yell as she came again. This time they were screams of ecstasy. In one motion, Jace moved Caroline to the side, stood up, and dropped his robe. His erection visibly throbbed in front of her, and he was slick from sweat. “Kneel down, I need you now.”

She wanted to argue,
knew
she should argue, but her husband was so hot and so needy, and she was
so
horny. If she didn’t get a release, she thought she might go insane from need.

She hesitated for only a single moment.

Then she opened her robe and scrambled to her knees, lifting her ass just as Emma had done, and said one word. “Yes.”

Jace entered her as Emma yelled in the background, coming again.