Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Cosmos

H ands curving under her ass, he hitched Abby off the table. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him, knees gripping his hips so hard, he felt like she might crush him. He skirted the table and sat on the couch. “Turn around, Abby. Eyes out that gap.”

As he helped her swing around one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, he slid the cups of her bra back over her nipples, then slouched on the couch and pulled her back against him. “Legs outside mine, sweet thing.”

Deftly, he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pulling them open just enough for the matching blue panties to peek out from the denim. His hand slid beneath the silky material, and he heard her whimpers as he slid his fingers over her bare pussy. Gathering some of her juices on the tips, he dragged them back up, slowly circling her clit. “Keep watching, Abby. Do you enjoy watching them while I kiss you? Touch you? Does it make you hot knowing that he knows exactly what I’m doing to you, but he can’t see your pretty breasts or your hot cunt?”

With each tortuous circle of her clit, her panting breaths became more frantic and her hips moved, trying to get the friction she needed. “Easy, sweet thing. I’ll get you there. Just let it happen.” He pressed his mouth to her neck and sucked hard, leaving a mark on the skin. “Fuck, Abby. You’re so slick, so hot. You’re going to come all over my fingers, aren’t you, sweet thing?”

“Yes, Cosmos, yes!” she whimpered. “Please, I need to come. I need to come right now.”

“Yeah? You need to fly, Abby-girl?” Giving her clit a tap with his middle finger, he abandoned the hard nub and slid his hand farther down, the backs of his fingers brushing against the gusset of her panties. Her arousal soaked the silk, and he groaned as he slid three fingers inside her. “Fuck, Abby-girl! So ready for me right away. Keep your eyes on your superhero. Let him see how good I’m making you feel. Let him feel like he can hear your cries for me.”

He caught just a glimpse of the couple through the gap in the curtain who were in much the same position as they had been when Abby’s switch had flipped from intrigued to turned on. Only this time, Alice was lower between his legs, likely cleaning her juices, and his, off his balls and thighs while he stroked his dick. He was clearly watching Cosmos get Abby off.

“He’s going to come again, Abby. Know why? Because you are so fucking beautiful when you’re like this. He’s imagining that’s you between his legs instead of Alice. Fuck, I’m so goddamned lucky you sat in front of me today. So lucky I saw you go to that bar. Luckiest man in this club tonight. And we’re just getting started.”

Abigail

White lightning streaked through Abby from the tips of her toes straight to her clit as Cosmos’ fingers stroked in and out of her pussy. The lightning continued to streak upward until it reached her head, making the roots of her hair tingle, and as she exploded, her voyeur partner through the curtain stroked himself off onto Alice’s waiting tongue.

“Oh, my God,” Abby whimpered. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she pleaded, feeling a second wave of pleasure streak through her. It wasn’t as strong as the first, but watching the stranger orgasm was the second hottest thing she’d seen tonight.

“That’s it, sweet thing. Ride it out,” Cosmos encouraged her. “So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

Beneath her, she felt him grind against the seam of her jeans. Her brain was telling her to stand up, strip out of her jeans, open his pants, drop into his lap, pull aside her ruined panties, and ride him until she made him feel as good as he had made her feel. Unfortunately, while the message was blaring in her head, her body refused to move.

When she finally no longer felt tremors running through her, only the soft strokes of Cosmos’ fingers against the folds of her pussy, she turned her head to the side against his chest. She felt hot to the touch, and she knew her skin had to be glowing with sweat. Normally, she would have felt self-conscious about the stickiness between her thighs and her clammy skin. Right now, she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

“Now I really know why you’re named Cosmos,” she murmured.

He kissed the top of her head. “Why is that, sweet thing?”

“Because I went supernova on you.”

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Yes, you did. You okay, Abby-girl?”

“Yes,” she assured him, “but you–”

He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed the top of her head again. “We’re not done yet. Just taking a breather. ”

Drifting in and out of consciousness, she felt him lift her and lay her out on the couch. He left her for a minute, then returned with a cool cloth, drawing it along her hairline, forehead, nose, and cheeks. It glided across her chest and down her arms. He buttoned and zipped her jeans, pulled her tank top down to cover her torso, then sat her up, cuddling her to his chest.

“Drink, Abby.” A cold glass touched her lips, followed by a trickle of water flowing into her mouth. “Good girl. Just rest.”

Time passed. She heard a murmuring voice that she assumed was Cosmos’, and then she was being gathered up in his arms. “Wrap your legs around me again, sweet thing, and your arms around my neck.”

Abby had just enough strength to comply, and she put her head on his shoulder as he carried her out of the balcony area and into the elevator.