Chapter 173 

She licked like she needed it. Like tasting me was oxygen. Her tongue slid along my folds, slow at first, then quicker, circling my clit in tight spirals before flattening against it with the kind of pressure that made my knees buckle. I moaned around Dominic’s cock, mouth stretched wide, spit slipping down my chin. 

He was panting now, abs twitching, one hand fisted in each of our hair like he couldn’t decide where to come. I could feel the heat rising in him–thick and tense, swelling harder between my lips as I bobbed my head, tongue flattening beneath him with each stroke. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, thrusting slow and deep. “Two mouths on my cock. You girls look so pretty like this. Don’t stop.” 

I didn’t plan to. My hands were shaking, body on the verge of something sharp and breathless, her tongue dragging me closer and closer with every pass. She moaned against me—vibration straight to my clit–and my hips jerked, grinding into her face, greedy. 

I pulled back from Dominic’s cock with a pop, gasping. “She’s gonna make me come–Dom, fuck-” 

His jaw clenched, teeth bared. “Not yet. Trade.” 

I blinked. “What?” 

He grabbed me, rough but controlled, and guided me down to the floor as he pulled the hostess up. “Your turn,” he said, nodding toward her. “Let’s see how sweet she tastes.” 

Her cheeks flushed, chest heaving, nipples still stiff and glossy from where I’d sucked them earlier. She laid back on the narrow bench and spread her legs without shame. Her panties had been discarded somewhere between the blowjob and the moaning–her pussy already wet, lips glistening in the low light. 

I’dropped to my knees between her thighs, not hesitating now. Her scent hit me first, sweet and musky, and I moaned softly as I licked her–slow, testing, from her opening up to her clit. She gasped and reached for my hair immediately, fingers threading deep, tugging. 

“God,” she whispered. “You’re good…” 

Dominic moved behind me, pressing close, one hand on my hip, the other between my thighs again, finding me still soaked. He rubbed his fingers up through my folds, smearing wetness, then circled my clit–delicate, cruel. 

“You like eating pussy?” he said, voice thick. “Didn’t think you would.” 

I moaned into her. Her legs trembled around my head, her hips already starting to rock. I sucked her clit gently, just enough to pull a strangled cry from her throat. 

“She’s dripping,” he said, almost to himself. “Fucking leaking while she licks another girl. Aria, look at me.” 

I looked up, mouth still open around the hostess’s clit. 

“Rub your pussy against hers. Right now.” 

My body reacted before my brain caught up. 

I pulled her down with me, guiding her into place. We lay on our sides, thighs sliding together, and I lined us up–pussy to pussy–slick on slick. Our folds pressed, wet and swollen, lips parting around each other like silk sliding over silk. 

“Oh–fuck,” she gasped, grabbing my ass. “That feels–ohmygod-” 

I started grinding first. Slow, deep thrusts, clit against clit, juices slicking our thighs. She met my rhythm with soft moans, her hips slapping against mine in time, louder now, wilder. 

Dominic stood over us, stroking his cock, eyes dark and hungry. “Keep going. Fuck each other. Just like that.” 

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My body was on fire, I’d never felt anything like it. Her heat, her softness, her gasps, my own wetness pouring down the inside of my legs with every end- We moved harder, faster, chasing it together, the pressure building and building. 

She cried out suddenly, loud and raw. “I’m gonna–oh fuck–please-” 

“Yes,” Dominic groaned, fist working faster on his shaft. “Come on her, baby. I want to see your pussy cream on hers.” 

I arched back, thighs flexing, and the orgasm hit like lightning–tight and brutal, clit spasming as I cried out into the room, body jerking against hers. She came seconds after me, hips locking, breath caught in her throat as her legs trembled. 

We collapsed into each other, panting, bodies tangled and sticky. Dominic was still watching, still stroking, jaw tight. 

I pulled myself up on unsteady arms, lips swollen, thighs trembling. Crawled toward him on all fours. 

“I want your cum,” I whispered, licking the head of his cock again. “All over both of us.” 

He grabbed the back of my head and shoved deeper into my mouth, fucking my throat hard, fast, brutal now. 

“Take it,” he growled, voice feral. “Take every fucking drop-” 

And then he came. 

Hot. Violent. Down my throat, across my tongue, spilling from my lips. I swallowed what I could, and let the rest drip. The hostess licked what escaped, her tongue meeting mine again in a filthy kiss, his taste between us. 

I collapsed back against the bench, breath gone, body limp. 

The jet rocked slightly with turbulence. 

None of us moved. 

Eventually, I opened one eye. 

The hostess was grinning. 

Dominic smirked. 

And the comm light blinked quietly above us, glowing red. 

Still airborne. 

The air between us was thick with heat and sweat and something unspoken that none of us wanted to acknowledge just yet. I was still tangled with the hostess–her cheek pressed against my shoulder, our thighs sticky, breathing slow and heavy. Dominic stood above us, his chest rising and falling, eyes devouring the sight like he wanted to sear it into memory. 

I blinked, slow, my body buzzing with aftershocks. “Hey,” I mumbled, turning slightly to the girl nestled beside me. “What’s your name?” 

She looked up, a little dazed, lips swollen from kissing, her face still flushed and glowing. 

“Riley,” she whispered. 

I smiled. “Riley. Okay.” I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “That was amazing…” 

“Yeah,” she breathed. “Same.” 

Dominic didn’t say a word. He just grabbed a warm towel from the storage cubby and tossed it lazily at us. “Clean up.” 

Riley moved first, rising on wobbly legs, still flushed with a quiet kind of satisfaction. She wiped herself off, glanced between the two of us, then reached 

for her clothes in silence. I watched her dress without really moving, my limbs heavy, brain floating somewhere half–dreamy. 

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But Dominic… he didn’t look dreamy. He looked sharp. Controlled again. Like the man I’d met in a dark hallway the first night we’d ever spoken. The man who never let his guard down unless he was inside me. 

She lingered at the door once dressed, gaze flicking to him–like she was expecting a 

a thank–you, or a nod, or… something. 

Instead, he turned his back and knelt beside me. 

Dismissed her without a word. 

Riley slipped out quietly, the soft hush of the door clicking shut behind her slicing through the silence. 

I didn’t care. I was already falling. 

Dominic’s fingers brushed up the inside of my thigh again, slow, possessive. He slipped two fingers into me with no warning–still wet, still sore–and curled them deep. I gasped, then sighed, letting my eyes flutter closed as I curled on my side, half on his lap. 

His fingers stayed inside me, not thrusting, just resting there. His other hand ran through my hair, slower than usual, softer. 

“You don’t like to share,” I murmured, voice thick with sleep. “But you let me…” 

“I said I own you,” he said simply. “Doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy watching what’s mine corrupt something else.” 

That made me smile. I nuzzled into his thigh and let the hum of the jet, the weight of him inside me, the soft circling of his fingers on the back of my head, lull me into sleep. 

I don’t know how long I was out. It could’ve been minutes or the full descent. All I know is that I woke with the feeling of movement–his fingers still inside me, slow again, like he’d never left me, never stopped. 

My eyes blinked open, bleary. 

The jet had landed. 

He was already dressed, tie back in place, jacket sharp against his shoulders. His hair was slightly damp like he’d run water through it. Mine was a mess. My dress still bunched at my waist. I looked fucked, 

I felt ruined. 

He stared at me–cold now. Distant. Some wall was up again, and I didn’t understand why until he spoke. 

“This is your advance payment,” he said to the hostess, voice low but sharp enough to cut. “What happened on the jet, stays on the jet. I never want to see your face near me again. Understood?” 

I froze. Every trace of warmth drained out of my chest like a ripcord had been yanked. 

“What-” My voice broke. “What the fuck, Dominic?” 

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