The steady, quick beat of the music filled the room with a frantic energy, but Damien moved slowly, his hands keeping a heavy pressure on my hips, pulling me closer into him. I was painfully aware of the lack of space between us, his chest grazing against my breasts that were covered only by the thin material of my dress. My nipples hardened at the friction as we swayed. It was as if he was doing it on purpose, holding me close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, yet just far enough for me to yearn for more contact between us.
As the music beat through our bodies, Damien took a small step back and twisted me around so that my back was now to his chest, then pulled me in tightly. One of his hands rested on my stomach while the other settled back on my hip. I looked around, noticing many couples in similar positions. I tilted my hips back slightly, grinding my ass into him and smiling as I felt his body stiffen. The hand that he had been resting on my stomach slowly trailed upward and over my breast.
My breath hitched, and I looked around as if waiting for everyone to turn and stare at me in the scandalous position I was in. Nobody looked or cared. I realized that most of the people in here were either grinding against each other, talk-yelling back and forth with their friends, or too drunk to give a shit. Fuck it. I leaned back into Damien and pressed my ass harder into him, noticing the firm bulge beginning to grow against my lower back. In response, his thumb caressed my nipple softly over the thin fabric of my dress, side-to-side, until it was firm and sensitive beneath his touch. I moaned, knowing that the loud music would drown out any noise I made. Heat spread between my legs as Damien moved his other hand upwards, both of them now cupping my breasts. I assured myself that even if people happened to look, I was far enough away from home that nobody here would know who I was. I would be safe in my anonymity tonight.
I closed my eyes and lost myself in Damien’s touch, losing sense of anything else going on around us. The throbbing sensation between my legs was driving me crazy. I wanted him right now.
As if reading my thoughts, Damien took my hand and led me off the dance floor and back to the booth in the corner once the song ended. The energy of the music and the people was infectious. This electric energy combined with my slight drunkenness and how turned on I was gave me a giddy feeling in my chest; I was on top of the world.
Damien’s warm, calloused hand rested on my thigh and slowly slid up and under the hem of my dress. Instinctively, my legs clenched together. Was he really going to do this here? Apparently he was, and I was past the point of caring if we were seen. He moved his hand between my legs to separate my thighs then softly ran his fingers over my underwear and across my pussy, stopping at my clit. He began to move his thumb in lazy circles, and I let out a low whimper.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me, baby.” His lips brushed against my ear as he spoke, his voice low and coaxing.
I could only nod in response as I focused on the feeling of his finger rubbing against me over the top of my panties. I rocked my hips ever so slightly against his fingers. The pressure began to build within me within moments. My breathing quickened, and Damien wrapped his strong arms around me and lifted me effortlessly onto his lap. I looked up, remembering where I was and worried that others would surely be staring now, but nobody was. Luckily, there was nothing of interest in this dark back corner, so nobody had much of a reason to come back here unless they were also trying to hide something.
My heart raced as Damien trailed kisses behind my ear and down my neck. I needed his fingers between my legs again. His suit coat, which had been lying forgotten in the seat of the booth, was now being placed over my legs. Damien shifted under me, then murmured, “Stand up.” I stood up as much as possible, which wasn’t much with the table in front of me, then realized what he was about to do. He was going to fuck me right here, right now, in the middle of this club.
He adjusted quickly below me, then used one finger to slide my panties to the side. “Sit,” he commanded. I slowly lowered myself, feeling his hard erection hit my slit as he held it with one hand. I winced as he entered me, still unused to his size. But the slight pain only added to my need for more of him. I loved it. He moved his hand out from under me and placed it on the front of my hip to steady me as he helped me ease onto his thick cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed. Would I ever be able to get used to this sensation? I placed my hands on the table to leverage myself as I slid all the way onto him.
“Good girl.” His sensuous words elicited a sharp breath from me as his strong hands bracketed my hips.
Slowly, I leaned back and shifted my weight off of my feet and entirely upon him. His cock was rock hard inside of me, filling me completely. I let out a soft moan as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back against his shoulder, rolling my hips against him.
This time, he slipped his hand into my underwear and rubbed my clit as I rolled my hips against him again and again. “You better come all over my cock, baby girl,” he growled. “I want you to scream my name so loud that every person in this club knows you belong to me.” I could only whimper as his fingers circled me. I opened my eyes, watching the dreamlike scene of the club as my pussy tightened around Damien. Still, nobody’s attention was on us. Either they hadn’t noticed, or they had noticed and not cared. The idea of someone catching us, though, sent a wave of excitement through me.
I bit my lip in a desperate attempt to silence myself as my orgasm overtook me, Damien unrelenting as his fingers kept time with my moving hips, pushing me over the edge again and again. He didn’t stop until my body was shaking.
He gave me a moment to catch my breath, but his cock was still rigid inside me, and I knew that he would want more. And I would have been lying to myself if I had said that I didn’t want more, too, even though I could still barely catch my breath.
I was thankful for the high tabletop and my small stature as Damien shifted me above his cock. My weight was on my own feet again, and my forearms were fully on the table to keep my upper body supported. Damien used his hands to hold my hips steady as we slowly began to move again. I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as I slid up and down on his thick cock, his hands guiding me with each movement. His soft groan sounded behind me, and I smiled as he tightened his grip.
I kept my eyes open this time since I was at an even more compromising angle, with my breasts practically falling out of my skimpy dress. I rode Damien with increasing intensity, and I could tell that he was getting close to coming as we quickened our pace, which only set me off more. My eyes roamed across the club as I bit my lip, on the edge of coming again.
“Say my name, baby.”
“Fuck, Damien.”
But then he caught my eye. Alex was leaning against the wall not 20 feet from us, where the girls from earlier had been standing. His gaze was unrelenting as he watched us, his expression unreadable. I glared as he met my eyes.
“Louder. Tell me who the fuck you belong to.”
“I’m yours, Damien,” I cried out.
My mouth fell open as a second orgasm wracked my body. I willed my eyes to stay open, and I held Alex’s gaze from across the room as his best friend thrust into me, giving him a show that I hoped he wouldn’t forget. His lips formed a tight line across his face.
Good.I hoped he was angry.