Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(74)

“I’ve got this one, thank you, Ruby.”

She smiles and opens the main door, and we walk in.

“This is not at all what I expected it to look like.” Ivy gasps excitedly as her eyes take in the downstairs bar.

“The fun is all upstairs, babe,” I whisper into her ear as I pull her through the bar area and up the stairs. In the middle of the first floor is the cube, a glass box that’s an open playroom for whoever would like to entertain the crowd. Then around the cube the rest of the room is dark, where there are booths and chairs for clients to have fun. Usually, people stand around in various states of undress and fuck. Tonight, it looks busy, so I pull Ivy through the darkness to a spot where there’s more space. I move behind her and place my hands on her hips. Turning my head, I check in on Ivy—her eyes are wide as she takes in what’s happening in the cube before her.

“Do you like what you see?” I whisper against her neck.

Tonight there looks to be three men and a woman in the cube. Just my luck, too many dicks for my liking, but it’s not about me tonight. It’s about Ivy.

“Do you like the way the men have their hands all over that woman? Is that what happened at the island?” I ask, curious if the scene before us reminds her of her threesome. Not that I want her thinking about other men when I’m with her, but I’m hoping the sight turns her on.

“Look at the way they’re worshiping her body?”

Ivy lets out a hum of appreciation as she intently watches the show happening right before her eyes.

“He’s eating her pussy as if she’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.” Ivy swallows hard listening to my words. “Just like yours is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” My lips trail down her throat leaving goosebumps in my wake. I bet if I felt Ivy, she’d be wet.

“The other man is sucking on her breasts. Listen to her moans, she’s loving the way his teeth scrape across her nipple.” The woman’s voice carries through the speakers in the cube and slides across the audience, a couple of spectators’ moans join hers.

Ivy swallows again.

“Now look how far she’s taking the third man’s cock down her throat. Listen to the way she’s gagging on his thickness.”

Ivy curses as the four of them start to lose themselves to their desires. Thankfully, she’s wearing a short dress, so I let my hand slide down her thighs and up under her hem. She gasps at my hand’s connection on her pussy, but then she opens her legs a little and leans back against me. My fingers dance across the cotton of her underwear, where I can already feel the dampness against my skin, so it wouldn’t take much to have her coming against them.

“Will you take my cock all the way down your throat like her?”

My knuckles move the fabric so my fingers can sink into her. Ivy moans loudly as my fingers enter, and she captures the attention of some of the people around us. Ivy’s eyes widen at their reaction, and her body stiffens ever so slightly.

“Shush, unless you want an audience,” I tell her as my other hand moves from her hip and up over her breast to her throat until my hand is cupped across her mouth. “If you can’t be quiet, then I’m going to have to make you,” I say, biting her earlobe which sends shivers down her spine, and she tightens her cunt around my fingers.

Unexpectedly, now it’s my turn for a moan to release from my lips. I press my hard self against her, and I feel Ivy smile against my palm, the cheeky minx.

“You have me so turned on, Ivy. I want to have you right here.” Ivy shakes her head. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I know not to. I want to sink my cock in private … that moan is for my ears only,” I tell her.

She nods.

“For now, I’m happy with having my fingers in your cunt.” As I move them inside of her, I tell her to, “Keep watching, Ivy. We’re getting to the good part.” And as I say the words, the woman in the cube moans her release as the man between her thighs pushes her over the edge.

Moments later, the man sucking on her breasts changes with the pussy-eating man and slides right on home inside her. The woman arches her back and chokes on the other man’s dick. Then the other man reaches out and grabs some lube and starts caressing the man who is fucking the woman, his fingers slide between his ass cheeks, and the other man moans loudly. The guy behind him is jerking his dick, getting himself ready before slowly sliding into him.

Both men moan at their joining, and Ivy moans right along with them.

I guess for women, two good-looking men fucking is what two hot girls fucking is to us straight guys.

My fingers inside of Ivy quicken their pace keeping in time with the show before us. The people in the cube have been completely swept up in their desires and are no longer putting on a show—they are now all simply trying to find their releases.

Ivy’s legs begin to buckle as my fingers continue to fuck her, she sags against me, and I know she’s close. The speakers echo the sounds coming from the cube like your own personal porno. The pleasant tingling begins on your scalp and moves quickly down the back of your neck and spine. The feeling is incredible—the moans, the grunting, the slapping—it sets every fiber in your body on fire.

Ivy must love the sounds because she becomes wetter, and the louder they get, she bites down on my hand when her pussy clenches my hand. I can feel Ivy breathing heavily against my chest as she tries to come down from her high.