shocking as this
environment. “It seems like you’d have to be wasted to do half this stuff.”
“What would be the fun in that?” Gabe shakes his head.
“Trust me, if you choose to participate, you’ll want to remember every second
of it. Still, a drink or two doesn’t hurt to get in the mood and take the edge
off.”
We sip our drinks and gawk at the scene. There are several
people dressed in white milling about, the men are in pants and V-necks, and
the women are wearing little dresses with tall boots. They obviously work here,
but they’re not delivering drinks or taking orders. They’re carrying iPads and
talking to various people, directing them from room to room.
“Who are they?”
“Venus’s cupids,” Gabe answers. “They help pair people up
and give them the experience they’re looking for. You’ll meet yours soon
enough.”
“I don’t need a cupid,” I tell him, scooting a little
closer. “I have you.”
“Trust me,” he says. “They’ll be able to help you more than
I can. But I can take the lead tonight if that makes you feel better.”
“It does.”
“Okay then, if I’m in charge, I say we’ve had enough
sitting on the sidelines. Let’s dance.”
Chapter 11
Gabe takes my hand and leads
me to the dance floor—past the half-naked bodies, the cupids, and the various
three and four-somes. He pulls me in, and we begin to sway to the beat.
“There are no rules out here, Stevie. So you have to tell
me if you don’t like something, okay?”
I nod, desperately wondering what he has in mind.
Gabe inches closer to me and we mold to each other bodies.
So close, I can feel his arousal. I take a deep breath and his hand clamps down
on my ass, pushing me even tighter to him. Now, as my nipples tighten, I’m sure
he feels my arousal as well.
Leaning away from me, his eyes go to my chest and his
thumbs brush across my tight peaks. He is not restrained or shy. I feel all
kinds of eyes on us in the moment, and I’m not sure why, but it makes it
hotter.
“God, you have great tits,” Gabe says.
His crude talk goes right to my core, which is so much more
sensitive, exposed and on display under my dress. I am wet and aching for him
already.
After another brush of his thumb against my nipples. I lean
into it this time and Gabe growls. His hands move down the front of my dress,
tortuously slow. Once they reach the hem, they climb back up, talking the skirt
of my dress with them.
He wouldn’t.
The skirt continues to slide up my thighs, threatening to
expose what’s underneath. I hold my breath the entire time. I’m not sure if I
want him to keep going or stop, but I can’t seem to make a single movement.
He stops just as my rear end begins to peek out from
beneath the fabric. Two girls dancing with each other meet my eyes with a
smile. They’ve been watching us.
I bury my face in Gabe’s neck and relish in the cool air
hitting the back of my thighs. He holds my dress in place with one hand and
lets his other hand travel over my legs, occasionally dipping under the dress.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.
Snaking his hand between us, it moves underneath the
material. Up. Up. Up. Until his fingertips reach my slick entrance. And when
they do, Gabe bites down on my neck with a low rumble in his throat.
I can’t believe he’s doing this right now, in front of
everyone. But it amplifies my excitement, by like one thousand percent. It’s
like he’s claiming me here for all to see, and I want to be claimed by him. His
fingers continue to run along my hot folds, increasing in both speed and
pressure. It’s not long until I can feel that familiar build grow low in my
center.
My eyes flutter open and the girls are still watching us
with lust in their eyes. Gabe notices, too, and lifts my dress a little higher,
before plunging two fingers deep inside of me. And that’s when my brain goes
off the clock, leaving me in the hands of my libido.
I move
environment. “It seems like you’d have to be wasted to do half this stuff.”
“What would be the fun in that?” Gabe shakes his head.
“Trust me, if you choose to participate, you’ll want to remember every second
of it. Still, a drink or two doesn’t hurt to get in the mood and take the edge
off.”
We sip our drinks and gawk at the scene. There are several
people dressed in white milling about, the men are in pants and V-necks, and
the women are wearing little dresses with tall boots. They obviously work here,
but they’re not delivering drinks or taking orders. They’re carrying iPads and
talking to various people, directing them from room to room.
“Who are they?”
“Venus’s cupids,” Gabe answers. “They help pair people up
and give them the experience they’re looking for. You’ll meet yours soon
enough.”
“I don’t need a cupid,” I tell him, scooting a little
closer. “I have you.”
“Trust me,” he says. “They’ll be able to help you more than
I can. But I can take the lead tonight if that makes you feel better.”
“It does.”
“Okay then, if I’m in charge, I say we’ve had enough
sitting on the sidelines. Let’s dance.”
Chapter 11
Gabe takes my hand and leads
me to the dance floor—past the half-naked bodies, the cupids, and the various
three and four-somes. He pulls me in, and we begin to sway to the beat.
“There are no rules out here, Stevie. So you have to tell
me if you don’t like something, okay?”
I nod, desperately wondering what he has in mind.
Gabe inches closer to me and we mold to each other bodies.
So close, I can feel his arousal. I take a deep breath and his hand clamps down
on my ass, pushing me even tighter to him. Now, as my nipples tighten, I’m sure
he feels my arousal as well.
Leaning away from me, his eyes go to my chest and his
thumbs brush across my tight peaks. He is not restrained or shy. I feel all
kinds of eyes on us in the moment, and I’m not sure why, but it makes it
hotter.
“God, you have great tits,” Gabe says.
His crude talk goes right to my core, which is so much more
sensitive, exposed and on display under my dress. I am wet and aching for him
already.
After another brush of his thumb against my nipples. I lean
into it this time and Gabe growls. His hands move down the front of my dress,
tortuously slow. Once they reach the hem, they climb back up, talking the skirt
of my dress with them.
He wouldn’t.
The skirt continues to slide up my thighs, threatening to
expose what’s underneath. I hold my breath the entire time. I’m not sure if I
want him to keep going or stop, but I can’t seem to make a single movement.
He stops just as my rear end begins to peek out from
beneath the fabric. Two girls dancing with each other meet my eyes with a
smile. They’ve been watching us.
I bury my face in Gabe’s neck and relish in the cool air
hitting the back of my thighs. He holds my dress in place with one hand and
lets his other hand travel over my legs, occasionally dipping under the dress.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.
Snaking his hand between us, it moves underneath the
material. Up. Up. Up. Until his fingertips reach my slick entrance. And when
they do, Gabe bites down on my neck with a low rumble in his throat.
I can’t believe he’s doing this right now, in front of
everyone. But it amplifies my excitement, by like one thousand percent. It’s
like he’s claiming me here for all to see, and I want to be claimed by him. His
fingers continue to run along my hot folds, increasing in both speed and
pressure. It’s not long until I can feel that familiar build grow low in my
center.
My eyes flutter open and the girls are still watching us
with lust in their eyes. Gabe notices, too, and lifts my dress a little higher,
before plunging two fingers deep inside of me. And that’s when my brain goes
off the clock, leaving me in the hands of my libido.
I move
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