Her Best Men

I was sitting on top of the bar.

His hands were removing my clothes. Sliding the straps of my dress down my arms. His lips were nimble and soft, grazing down my neck as his teeth nipped at my skin. He pulled my breasts free from my dress as his hands wrapped around me, searching for the zipper. I allowed him to free my body from its barriers in the darkness that shrouded us. The empty ballroom was ours for the taking, and with every kiss he pressed against my tits, I groaned.

His hand pressed into my chest as he continued to kiss down my body. He hiked up his hip and sat down in one of the bar chairs, my body spread out for him like a decadent platter. His hands massaged my thighs, spreading my legs for him before he worked my panties off my legs.

Then, I felt his lips descend to my pussy.

“Shit. Dylan. Someone’s gonna—we’re—”

“No one will see you like this. I’ll make sure of that,” he said.

His tongue lapped up my slit, gathering my juices. He was sitting there, comfortable and collected as his tongue dove between my folds. I was completely bared for him, his hands pressing my legs wide. He was dominant in his strokes. Each movement he made had a purpose. I looked up to watch him and found him staring at me.

The pleasure coursing through my veins was too much.

He bent my legs toward my chest, pinning me to the bar. I couldn't move, and I could barely breathe. My vision was tunneling as his tongue pressed deep into my clit. He was flicking and sucking, and I could feel my juices dripping. My hands wrapped around the edge of the bar, trying to gain any leverage I could as my back arched off the surface.

I came onto his tongue, a white-hot burst of pleasure as stars blinded my eyes.

He slowly released my legs as I caught my breath. Holy shit. Dylan had just made me come. My world was spinning, and my body felt lighter than air. My legs were trembling and felt like jelly. But before I could lean up, I felt Dylan pull me off the edge of the bar.

I sat in his bare lap, his cock thumping against his stomach as our foreheads fell together.

His hands traveled my body as his pants sat down around his ankles. His palms were massaging my tits as my eyes roamed along his naked legs. His cock was pulsing with want, dripping from its tip and begging for my body. I leaned my lips forward and kissed Dylan, feeling the way my body gravitated toward him.

I wanted to have sex with him.

I wanted to feel Dylan inside of me.

“Should I get us a condom, doll?”

“No,” I said. “I’m on that shot thing. I’m good. Unless you want to use one. Then be my guest.”

“A shot’s good enough for me,” he said.

His hands grabbed my hips and picked me up as if I weighed nothing. He lowered me down onto his cock, his thick dick pushing into my pussy. I clung to his shoulders as he lowered me back to his lap, his body controlling mine as I screwed my eyes shut. Fuck. Dylan was huge. His girth threatened to stretch me in ways I’d never been before, and I was panting as my body descended back down to his again.

Dylan gave me a moment to adjust, his body tensed and ready for action the moment I said go.

“Okay,” I said breathlessly. “I’m ready.”

Dylan picked my body up again and slid me back down onto his lap. I ran my fingers through his hair, loving every second of his body. He set a slow and steady pace, slicking his cock with my juices as he fucked me. His hands were strong, and his fingertips were buried into my skin. My head fell into the crook of his neck, moaning and whimpering as he grazed against that beautiful spot inside my body.

But then he held me up and shifted before turning me around.

“Dylan?”

“Bend over, doll. Let me feel every part of you.”

He stood to his feet as my chest pressed into the bar. My feet didn’t quite touch the floor, but that didn’t seem to be an issue for him. He slid back into my dripping pussy and held onto my legs, then fucked me so hard I could hear our skin slapping together.

“Dylan. Shit. Oh, my. Fuck. That feels so good. Keep going. Keep going. Harder. Please. Harder!”

His pace was relentless. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit as he held my weight in his arms. His cock throbbed and grew against my walls, curling my toes and forcing my eyes into the back of my head. The fire that fluttered through my veins was all-encompassing. My head was spinning with euphoria as I rocked against the bar. My legs jolted, and my pussy clamped harder onto his cock, pulling him deeper as his body pressed against mine.

He rolled into me, his juicy cock filling me all the way up. His lips kissed down my back and lined my shoulder with nips. His teeth grazed along the edge of my shoulder blade as his name fell from my lips. His grunts and his groans were intoxicating. I could feel our sweat intermingling as my body readied for its explosion. My juices were dripping down his balls as they continued their assault against my clit, and soon my nails were curling into the hardwood bar as I called out his name.

“Dylan! Yes! I’m coming. It’s—I—oh, shit.”