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Authors: Sara Brookes

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The image of the two women formed in my
lust-hazed brain. Adelita had never expressed an interest in
playing voyeur, but something told me her first taste of the kink
wasn’t going to be her last. “Did you see anything?”

She shook her head, inhaling sharply when I
parted her pussy lips. Her blue eyes glazed over again, the illicit
thrill of being openly touched as she described the scene she’d
witnessed pulling her further into the moment.

“Did you stop and stare?” When she didn’t
answer, I dipped one finger into her opening, just to the first
knuckle. Her eyes fluttered closed, breaking the intense connection
we’d been sharing.
No.
I wasn’t going to let her pull away
from me. “Look at me, Adelita.” When she complied after a few long
tense moments, I pushed my finger to the second knuckle. “Did you
watch them fuck?”

“Not at first.” Her throat worked as she
inhaled. “I felt like I was intruding, so I ducked into a stall. I
could still hear them, though. They were whispering to each other,
but I could hear every word they said. So, I…I listened.”

Her obvious embarrassment at doing something
so out of the ordinary was adorable. My straight-laced, OCD,
nary-a-strand-of-hair-out-of-place lover had gotten all hot and
bothered by a couple of strangers just trying to sate their needs.
I wanted to tell her how much I loved her right now, but I also
didn’t want to break the intensity of the moment. “What were they
saying to each other?”

She shrugged. A defiant gesture that made me
withdraw my finger. Her soft whimper, and the way she clamped her
fingers around my wrist, nearly made me shout in triumph. “Tell me
what they were saying and I’ll touch you again.”

Her grip on my wrist eased. “The blonde spoke
the most. She was explaining in detail what she was doing. Silly
because the redhead could feel exactly what was going on,
right?”

“There’s a lot to be said for dirty talk.
Carefully executed, the right woman can make someone come with just
her voice. And you don’t really think it’s silly at all, do you?
The talking.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you liked it, didn’t you? You liked
hearing the blonde talk. Liked knowing what was happening on the
other side of the stall door. I would bet the dirtier she talked,
the wetter you got.” I had a suspicion the couple had deliberately
stepped up their game when Adelita had walked into the bathroom.
Otherwise, they would have stopped the second they’d realized they
weren’t alone. “Didn’t you?”

Adelita drew a shaky breath. “The blonde had
three fingers inside her girlfriend.”

It wasn’t a direct answer to my question, but
it was enough. “And?”

“The redhead started begging for more. The
softest whisper at first, so I couldn’t understand the words. But
then the blonde told her she wasn’t going to slide another finger
inside her unless she got louder.”

“She did, didn’t she?” Adelita dipped her
face, hiding her shame. “Did you take off your panties off when the
blonde told the redhead about filling her with four fingers?” When
I pushed my finger back to the second knuckle, feeling Adelita’s
warm tissues surround me, I smiled smugly. Even if she denied it,
the wetness coating my finger told a much different story. “Did you
touch yourself? Decide you wanted to get off with them?”

“I…wanted to.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Adelita finally lifted her face again so I
could look into her eyes. “I wanted to give them some privacy.”

“And did you?”

“No.”

“You stopped to wash your hands didn’t you?”
She bit her lip, tugging on the corner as she shrugged. I stared,
unwilling to allow her to continue to evade me. When her shoulders
sagged, and she nodded, I nearly grinned. “You and your damn
hygiene.”

Despite the scolding tone of my words, she
giggled softly. I took advantage of the opportunity, pushing my
finger further into her, she tightly gripped the bar.

“I bet you didn’t just wash your hands. You
took your time. Made a process of it and dragged out every little
movement. Maybe even scraped under each of your nails even though
they were already squeaky clean. And while you did all this, you
watched them in the mirror.”

Embarrassment flushing her face, the corners
of her mouth curved in a cute little smile that made me want to
kiss her. But hearing about what had turned her on this much was so
much more tempting. Even secondhand, it was gloriously
exhilarating.

“The redhead had her leg draped over the
blonde’s shoulder. I…could see everything.” The breathless quality
of her voice charged the air around us, revving my system higher as
I listened. “The blonde kept working her fingers in and out. In and
out. In. Out. And her partner just took it, encouraging her even.
They kept talking, describing everything, each time the blonde slid
her fingers inside. Deeper. Taking it. And then…she took it
all.”

My inner walls clenched, fluttering as the
phantom memory of the first time I’d fisted a woman flashed through
my mind. I suddenly wished I’d been there in the bathroom with
Adelita, watching the two women partake in such an intimate and
intense act. More importantly, I would have liked to have been
there while Adelita had watched. Her interest was tangible, but to
have been in the room experiencing it with her first-hand would
have been a game changer.

“So what happened next?” I asked as I kept my
fingers unmoving inside her.

“The redhead came.”

“You’re going to be disappointed if you think
I’m going to settle for that kind of ending to your story.” I
stared at her, waiting. When a faint pout turned down the corners
of her mouth, I had to smile. “You don’t really think I’m going to
let you off that easy do you?”

“Why? It’s the end of the story.”

“You and I both know it’s not. You’re
wondering how it felt. To be filled so much you feel as though your
soul is going to be ripped in half. Wondering if feeling me inside
you
that
way, filling every inch of you, is going to be the
thing that finally bridges this gap we’ve erected between us.” I
leaned close to touch the tip of my tongue against the corner of
her mouth. “You want to know if my fist is going to make you
come.”

Her gaze darted sideways, scanning the bar as
she shifted her hips and pushed my finger deep inside her.
“Yes.”

“Go on,” I urged, wondering if she realized
her excitement was coating the fingers I had shoved deep inside
her. If she didn’t, I was determined she would by the end of the
night. I used her arousal to massage her, seeking to drive her so
high into her head that she wouldn’t care if I pushed her over the
bar, flipped her skirt up to expose her cunt, and worked her until
she took each and every bit of my hand.

“The blonde kept whispering, taunting her
partner with threats of slowing down or even stopping all
together.”

“But she didn’t, did she?”

Adelita shook her head as her inner walls
clamped hungrily around my fingers. I began moving, sliding against
puffy tissue. Dragging and sliding. Touching. Teasing. “Did they
notice you at all?”

“The blonde smiled at me. Winked at me
without stopping. She held my gaze in the mirror as she flicked her
tongue against her lover’s clit.” Adelita’s breathing quickened as
she spoke, her words becoming forced as she tried to maintain her
composure. I continued working, unwilling to stop now because I was
sure I could finally, finally make her come.

“The redhead’s hips bucked against her
partner’s mouth, but the blonde never missed a beat. She kept
thrusting her fingers in and out. Faster and faster. Her forearm
straining as she worked. It’s was…” Adelita’s voice had lowered to
a hushed whisper, her focus restricted to the new sensations
blossoming deep inside her. The ones I was awakening. “I’ve never
seen such an unabashed and open display before. It took my breath
away.”

“Did she scream when she came?” The slender
column of Adelita’s throat worked as she swallowed. But she didn’t
answer me. Her eyes had glazed over. Her nails digging painfully
into my wrist, sharp and raw.

So fucking good
.

She was ripe and ready. And I was more than
prepared to drive her beyond herself. Tangled, wild sensations
twisted inside me. This was finally it. The moment we’d worked so
hard for. And we were going to share it with a hundred unsuspecting
strangers.

I brushed my lips gently against her ear as I
whispered, “How will you sound when you come for me, baby?”

Adelita finally tipped over the edge, her
unrestrained passion spilling into my palm. She milked my fingers
as she latched onto my shoulder with her teeth, shivering and
quaking as she came apart. I swallowed the little gasps of air as I
captured her mouth with mine. The contact unleashed another flood
of tremors and quiet little moans that nearly sent me flying,
too.

When she finally calmed, I withdrew my
fingers, and touched the tips to her bottom lip. Hunger flashed hot
in her eyes. Without warning, she launched forward, climbing into
my lap as she took my mouth. The sweet, tantalizing flavor of her
exploded on my tongue and I groaned as my desire shot to staggering
levels.

I had to have her. Taste her. Touch her. Feel
this dirty little minx of mine come again, over and over, until she
was a screaming, writhing mass of soft, beautiful woman in my arms
who couldn’t remember her name.

As I held Adelita, I scanned the crowd to see
if anyone had noticed our secret moment. Everyone appeared to be
caught up in their own little world, executing the carefully
crafted ritual of most Friday nights in a bar. As I continued to
look around, I noticed two females leaving the restroom.

One blonde and one redhead. The passionate
couple who had unknowingly assisted with Adelita’s first glorious
orgasm. I smiled as they passed, fingers tangled as they walked
hand and hand. I felt as though I should thank them for opening up
this unexplored territory to the woman I loved, but I simply smiled
and turned my focus to the very satisfied woman in my arms.

“You never answered me.”

“I was a little preoccupied,” she whispered
against my neck. “Thank you.”

As much as I appreciated her recognition, I
still had a burning desire to know the answer. “That’s an
excuse?”

Adelita rolled her eyes in obvious annoyance.
“Yes. She screamed, all right?”

I tossed a twenty between our beers, and
nodded at the bartender when she came by, indicating she could keep
the change. Ready to get out of bar, I grabbed Adelita’s hand and
pulled her off the stool. We sped past women standing in a
disorganized line waiting to get inside the bar. As soon as we
cleared the crowd, my gaze arrowed on a secluded spot across the
street.

My place was only five minutes away, but
since I’d discovered Adelita’s fascination with public displays of
affection, I was damn well going to take advantage of hiding in
plain sight. A car horn blared as we dashed across the street, the
speeding car narrowly missing us.

“Triss, what the hell are you doing?” Her
question was abruptly cut off when I pushed her against the alley
wall.

“So the redhead was a screamer.”

“What does that have to do with
anything?”

Her words died on the wind swirling around us
as I swung her leg around my hip, found her opening, and thrust
three fingers inside her cunt with one smooth stroke. “The question
is, Adelita…are you?”

 

About the
Author

 

 

A native Virginian, Sara sold her first
published romance novel, FLASH OF DARK, an urban fantasy romance
pitting vampires against the Fae, in 2009. Since that fateful day,
she’s published over 20 books in various sub-genres of romance,
been generously honored with several awards, and saved the world
from evil chocolate chip cookies. 
In 2011, her futuristic romance MIDNIGHT’S GHOST, received the
PRISM Award from the RWA’s Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal
chapter for Best Futuristic Romance. RAGGED EDGE, a contemporary
erotic ménage romance, and PERFECT LIMIT, a science fiction
erotica, were both finalists in the 2013 EPIC Awards in their
respective categories. Her 2013 release, ROCK YOUR SOUL, a
contemporary erotic romance, and the second book of her GEEK KINK
series, won the 2014 HOLT Medallion award for Best Erotic Romance
and the Award of Merit for Best Book by a Virginia Author from the
RWA’s Virginia Romance Writers chapter. The first of her SINNER’S
& SAINTS series, RIDING IRISH, was selected as a 2014 RT
Reviewer’s Choice Award nominee for Best Erotic Romance.
Though she may insist otherwise, Sara loves the places her mind
conjures and has always been fascinated by the strange, the
unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal
favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and
has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning
playing RPG video games. Despite all this geekiness, she is a
romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love
story.

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