She’s dressed in the black lingerie that all the sex workers wear when working, with her long brown hair flowing down her back in loose waves. In short, she’s fucking stunning, and there’s no missing the way that Connell is watching her from where he’s stationed near the entrance to the large space.
“Hey. Where’s the couple that you were assigned to?” I ask, noting her current solo status.
She smirks and jerks her head towards the side of the stage, and I follow her amused gaze.
I guess her couple was eager to get started. They’ve been here less than ten minutes and are already naked, with the woman on her knees in front of her husband, his cock sliding between her lips as she jerks off the naked man standing beside them.
“So I guess you’re free to play now, then?” I ask, watching as she scans the room, taking in the groups watching the show on the stage.
Some are already fucking, while others are still in the foreplay stage. My gaze lands on Declan, who I hadn’t noticed slip in earlier. Dante has him pressed against the wall opposite where I’m standing, his lips pressed to the gorgeous lead singer’s throat. Both men are shirtless, with two women in their underwear making out beside them. Not sure if that’s about to become a group event, or if Declan is going to be taking the French-Canadian for a spin to see if his cock is as addictive as Sebastian’s.
My attention is brought back to Annika as she chuckles, her eyes lighting up as she runs her gaze over me. “You offering?”
I swallow quickly, my mouth suddenly dry. “Uh… Maybe?”
She reaches to tuck my hair behind my ear, a small smile playing across her lips. “How about we just dance for a bit?”
I nod quickly. “That I can do.”
She tugs me towards the dance floor, and we begin moving in time with the seductive music playing on the speakers. On the stage, Kresta let’s out a moan, just loud enough to hear over the music, and I keep my eyes trained on Sebastian’s as he continues fucking her with his tongue as she shudders before him.
The heat in his gaze as he watches me is hot enough to set my underwear on fire. If I was wearing underwear. Annika watches us both with a smirk before taking my hand and turning me so that I’m facing him with my back pressed to her chest.
“Watch your boyfriend do what he does best, Lily,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to my throat, and a shiver runs through my body.
As she slides her hand beneath my skirt, I allow myself to relax and lean back into her embrace with my eyes locked on my beautiful boyfriend. A man I’m so very grateful to forintroducing me into this world of freedom and pleasure, free of judgement.
And it’s one hell of a rush.
