Naughty New Year

“Just be happy with a dance,” I tease, continuing to move my body seductively.

“Is that how you want to play this?” He grins, nodding and frowning his lips as if accepting a challenge.

Adam moves his hands to my neck, massaging, but also subtly restricting my breathing, tempting me with domination. My stomach drops when the pressure is gone, because I want more, but also grow excited as his hands move further down my body.

There’s nothing subtle about the way he cups my breasts before sliding one hand inside the front of the thin lace of my dress to tease my nipple. I quickly look around to see if anyone is watching, but everyone seems lost in their own world.

“Now one’s watching, baby,” Adam whispers in my ear before tugging my earlobe with his teeth. He growls low and I feel a moan escape me.

He answers my whimper of desire. “I know what you want.” But I don’t respond verbally.

Instead, I thrust my ass back again, this time feeling his rock-hard erection pressed against me. He’s huge! The outline is throbbing against my back, as the desire pools between my legs, wanting to feel him, but also so confused by this new confidence.

I’ve never been groped on a dance floor, but here I am, praying no one stops his hands, wanting them to go further and squeeze me harder. I feel like a new woman, lost to his seduction, but still not forgetting how wrong it is.

“You feel me, Maggie?” he whispers in my ear, his tongue then tracing a vein on my neck, while his hands desert my breasts and move down to my hips.

“Yes,” I moan, my head leaning back to grant him full access of my neck.

Adam’s touch reaches down my thighs before one hand lifts under the dress, two fingers slowly tapping my sex as he whispers, “Let me have this.”

“Yes.”

Working like a man possessed, he halts the dance instantly, gripping my wrist as he barrels through the dance floor with none of the finesse he entered with. My feet are working overtime trying to keep up with him in the sky-high heels. Every so often, he glares back with lustful eyes to make sure I’m okay, but he never slows or pauses until he reaches the restroom area of the nightclub.

He can’t be serious, I think to myself. We’ve both got cabins, and they can’t be too far. There’s no reason for us to rush into a bathroom when we could easily have a bed.

Pulling open the bathroom door, he pushes me into the small room, slamming the door behind him and turning the lock before roughly pushing my back against the door. Gripping the nape of my neck, he slides his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with a passion and vigor that makes my

leg lift, curling around his waist.

His hand grips my thigh, lifting me so that my other leg follows suit as he carries me across the room, setting me down gently on the sink countertop.

“Adam,” I begin when he releases my lips, kneeling between my legs, “we don’t have to –”

The words die on my tongue when he runs his teeth along my lace-covered opening. My breathing is erratic and needy, my pussy pulsating, begging for pressure.

Sliding my lace panties to the side, he plunges his index finger into my sex, glaring up at me as I moan with pleasure. After one plunge, he pulls the pressure out and sucks my juices from his glistening finger.

“You’re so sweet.” He shakes his head before biting his bottom lip.

Watching me, he tilts my hips upward and tugs at my panties until I hear the fabric tear, his hands press on each of my inner thighs and he buries his head between my legs.

“Yes!” I yelp when his tongue laps my sweet spot, slurping my arousal before kissing my opening and then lapping me with his tongue.

“Mmm …” he hums, savoring my taste as his tongue circles my clit.

The vibrations in my body are climbing toward an explosion; I feel myself tightening all over, unable to control the sensation or slow the impending climax. I’ve never come from oral alone, but I can feel all the signs pointing in that direction.

Turning my head as he presses my legs into the air, I study the patent leather straps on my feet as the sound fades and I’m lost to pleasure. Everything moves in slow motion as my feet bounce from his movements, fucking me with his tongue, and then the explosion erupts from deep in my core, the orgasm rattling me as I cry his name in praise.

“Adam!” I holler once more as he rises to his feet, dropping my legs to fight with his belt. My hands rush to help him, before his heavy length falls into my hands. He’s got the largest dick I’ve ever seen, and before I can process it, he’s sliding inside me, deep and smooth.

Still reeling from my climax, my pussy clenches down on his girth, thankful for the friction as he slides out before slamming back into my warm flesh.

“You’ve got a greedy cunt, Maggie,” he growls, holding onto the top of the mirror for leverage, pounding into my pussy hard and fast.

“Oh God!” I moan, another wave of vibrations building within me.