“Yours,” she answers without hesitation, and in this moment, I choose it to mean only mine even though that wasn’t part of the question.
I fish around on the bed until I find the condom I discarded earlier.
“Let me,” she offers, taking the thing and opening it with her mouth.
Sure hands slide the latex down my length as we watch each other’s faces. Despite the cool air in the room, sweat has dampened the edges of her unruly hair, and I know her skin will taste just as salty. I lean forward, avoiding her mouth even though she opens it for me, and lick up the column of her neck before dragging her down to cover my body.
The wicked glint in her eyes betrays her excitement.
Nothing else exists but the two of us when she sinks down on my cock, her pussy so fucking greedy to take me to the base.
“That’s it,” I praise as I curl one arm behind her back and grip her ass with the other.
Flexing my arm, I draw her closer, putting her mouth hovering just an inch above mine.
It feels so fucking good, the slide of her down my shaft, and then she starts to roll her hips on the downward glide, and I see stars.
“You are fucking perfect, baby. God, this feels so good.”
“Yes,” she pants, nodding her head enthusiastically.
Her mouth meets mine, our tongues tangling as her body continues to work us both over.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, locked in each other’s arms and enjoying the feel of our bodies meeting. The echoes of slapping skin and moans swarm all around us, but I have to pull my head back, my balls threatening to explode.
“Close?” I ask, my eyes wild at the sight of her bouncing tits.
“Yeah. Touch me.”
I obey, knowing her pleasure heightens mine.
Three tiny circles on her swollen clit are all it takes to send her over the edge. I hold her up with my hands on her ass as she orgasms, fucking into her from below, joining her in bliss four strokes later.
Exhausted, she crumples to my chest, her lips against my neck, breaths erratic on my skin.
I cling to her, my heart rate just as crazy as hers.
I’m reluctant to pull my arms from her, needing just a little longer with the contact. I’ve moved away as quickly as possible each time before, but I just can’t manage that now. I know it has more to do with needing the intimacy of holding her like this than feeling tired.
“Isaac left,” she whispers.
I lift my head and look in the direction of the chair he was sitting in, and sure enough, it’s empty, a used hand towel discarded there instead.
“We should probably get dressed,” I tell her, the memories of him touching her filtering back into my head. “I didn’t book the room for the entire night.”
That’s a lie. The reservation I made was for all night, and I know it’s still several more hours until the club closes, but I just can’t stay in here with her, feeling like I do.
We don’t talk as we dress, and although I can feel her eyes on me, I don’t hazard a glance in her direction.
Dylan, the bartender, gives us a smile as we step up and order drinks. I get my second one and Grace orders a double, saying she doesn’t want to waste time coming back for her second one.
I keep close to her, noticing so many eyes on her flushed skin as we walk through the club looking for Ugly.
I know the man can find his own way back to the hotel, but leaving right now will lead to us talking, and I want to postpone that conversation as long as I possibly can.
It doesn’t take long to find him, but I didn’t expect that it would be in the situation he’s in.
“Holy shit,” Grace says as she notices Ugly on the stage, stopping in her tracks to watch.
I keep my eyes on her as she watches him getting sucked off by a woman who is also getting fucked from behind.
This was what her night was supposed to look like. She was supposed to be the one getting used by two men.
“So fucking hot,” I say, testing the waters as I step up behind her.
I’m still fucking turned on even after the amazing orgasm, or maybe I’m still this way because of it.
She nods, never taking her eyes off the trio in front of us.
I tilt up my glass, draining it before taking hers out of her hand and tossing it back, too. I know it’s against the rules, and it would suck to get tossed out of this place, but it’s not like I have any intention of coming back.
No one approaches us to escort me out as the show on the stage continues.