Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
He stops in front of the orgy, pulling me to the empty window frame where we can watch. Julian is standing behind me, gently pressing me into the wall as I lean on the sill, and I can feel his massive erection against my ass. “What do you think?” he asks, his lips suddenly at my neck.
His fingers are on the bare skin of my waist, and I can’t find words. I watch as a woman straddles a man and he begins to fuck her. Another man steps up, plunging deep into her ass, and another sliding his cock between her lips. There’s so much more, chains of people sucking and licking and fucking and my heart is racing. “It’s so much,” I manage to say as Julian’s hand slides down my stomach.
“Let me buy you that drink,” he whispers in my ear. “And then I’d love it if you’d dance with me.”
There’s no sign of Cosette yet, and I don’t think she’ll mind if I found someone to dance with. She’s always encouraging me to go out and get laid. I blush a little at the fact that that’s an actual possibility right now. Julian doesn’t let go of me, keeping his arm wrapped around my waist as he guides me to the stairs. It’s almost like he can read my mind. Like he knows that my answer would be nothing other than ‘yes.’
3
Dancing with Julian is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The moment he pulls me onto the dance floor it’s electric, our bodies moving together like they were made for each other. And just like when I was up on that stage dancing in front of the club, I’m having the time of my life. This whole night…it’s been amazing. Things have been so stressful lately that it feels good to let go, and I honestly can’t remember the last time I danced. Really danced. And now, with Julian, it’s so freeing. There’s a joy that bubbles up in me as we move, and that joy translates itself into my body, pushing the music through in new and different ways.
He’s not a bad dancer either, and as we move, I come more and more aware of his hands on me, the way his hips move with mine, and the fact that he makes no effort to hide his erection. He wants me to know that I’m turning him on, and I love that I am. It strikes me as he pulls me against him, grinding against my ass, that he could have anyone in this room. As the owner of the club all he would have to do is nod his head and three women would be fawning over him, and yet he’s still dancing with me. I spin out from him, looking around, and I see that I’m right. People are watching us—watching him, and watching me with him. But Julian doesn’t look around, he only looks at me. Dangerous heat sears through me when I see the lust in his eyes. This would be so easy. But can I do it?
Julian grabs my hips, pulling me back to him, pressing our bodies together. And just like that, he manages to make me lose myself. His hands roam down my ass, gripping me with enough strength to send butterflies through my stomach. Holding us together, he moves us in time with the music, the roll of his hips into mine making it more than clear what he’s picturing. He dips me back, hand running down across my breasts and stomach to the buttons on my pants, brushing them, the invisible statement that he wants to undress me right here, in front of everyone.
I feel like I’ve lost control of my body, my every move dictated by the way he’s dancing with me, my movements just a response. The way he’s touching me, I don’t want him to stop. God, it’s been a long time since anybody touched me, and no one has every touched me like this—like he knows exactly what will drive me mad even before I do. He lifts my leg onto his hip, never stopping that rhythmic rolling of his hips, and suddenly we’re in that same position as the couple from the glass box. He knows, he did it on purpose. The way he’s smirks at me, dipping my torso back again while our hips are connected so it looks like we’re still only just dancing.
When he pulls me back up I’m breathless. Julian’s hand is creeping lower, and I feel his fingers on my inner thigh, and closer. And then I feel it, a stroke of his finger down the seam of my pants that runs directly over my clit. A gush of wetness bursts from my pussy, and I swear he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I want him. I’ve never wanted anyone like this. I’m not the party girl, I don’t do this kind of thing. But I’m here, and when in Rome…