Triple Play by B. J. Wane Page B

little as she slowly rubbed her body against his erection and her breasts against his hard chest while kissing his neck. Even in her heels, he was several inches taller than she and she liked that.
    Mac smiled inwardly at her ploy and decided to turn the tables on the little vixen. His hands went to her ass, that world class ass that he remembered so vividly from the other night when she had bent over so willingly for him and his belt. He was wearing that same belt tonight and had every intention of using it again, and soon. He fondled those smooth globes with both hands and swallowed her moan with his mouth.
    Ella didn’t care that they were surrounded by strangers, all she cared about was feeling his hands on her buttocks. That they had an audience only spurred her appetite on and fueled her senses hotter. When he slid one large palm under her dress and cupped her bare buttock, she could have come right then and there. Their lips were still eating at each other, and how she managed to keep dancing, let alone remain standing, was beyond her.
    When Mac managed to work a finger around her thong and probe her anus, she whimpered, pushing her ass into his hand, seeking, begging for penetration. “God, woman, you’re addictive,” he growled as his digit breached her tight puckered hole. “You do know any one around us can see what I’m doing, don’t you?”
    Ella tossed her head back as waves of pleasure washed over her as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her ass. “I don’t care, just don’t stop, Mac. That feels so good.”
    She was fucking unbelievable and every man’s wet dream. When Sam had relayed the events of their night together, he had assumed he was embellishing Ella’s responses, but now he was beginning to think she was every bit as responsive and uninhibited as he had claimed.
    “So, an audience turns you on, hmm?”
    “Among other things.”
    “Then let’s give them a good show.” Mac’s free hand slid into her halter and unerringly pulled her breast free. They continued dancing as he molded her awesome breast and rubbed her nipple while exploring her tight backdoor intimately. He was going to wait until they returned to her apartment to fuck her but knew he’d never make it that long. Thank God he had the foresight to bring what he needed to take her here.
    Ella shuddered and whimpered, and he knew he could bring her off without ever touching her pussy which was cock busting awesome. Pulling his hand from her ass, he grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor, leaving her breast bare to sway with their rapid exit.
    Ella didn’t know where he was dragging her off to and didn’t care as long as it led to him fucking her. The ogling stares at her naked breast only made her wetter, and her face was red with need and exertion as she followed him down a narrow hall and past the restrooms. At the end of the corridor was a door marked storage and beyond that an exit manned by a security guard.
    “We need this room for a few minutes, Tom,” Mac told the guard as he opened the door to the storage room and pushed her in.
    “I’ll see you’re not disturbed, Mac,” he replied with a knowing grin.
    “Thanks.” Mac shut the door and faced her with a determined look. “Grab one of those bar stools and bend over.”
    The room was dimly lit by one bare bulb, giving her plenty of light to see Mac’s hands go to his belt. “Now, Ella,” he repeated sternly when she seemed mesmerized by watching him remove his belt.
    Ella’s heart beat rapidly with nervous excitement as she grabbed a stool and draped herself over the padded seat, her hands grasping the legs to steady herself. She felt Mac move behind her, lift her dress, and draw her thong down to mid thigh.
    “This is what you get for teasing, Ella. Whipped and fucked in a store room. Tom’s going to hear every sound we make, you do realize that, don’t you?”
    “Yes, Sir.” She did know that, and that just added to her