She picked a loveseat to rest her feet for a bit. Somewhere around the corner, she heard a guest losing his mind as some talented Butterfly surely tended to his needs.That could be me… any minute…Honestly, the party wasn’t as hopping as she was led to believe. They had staffed at least twelve Butterflies that night, but so far, Eden had only seen a handful of guests. Maybe they just weren’t showing up yet. Or maybe they thought parties like this weregauche.
How is a girl supposed to get her fantasy on, too, if nobody shows up?Hmph!
Someone came around the corner. The moment Eden realized it was a guest, he sat next to her.
Oh. Here we go…
He was on the larger side: broad-shouldered, long legs that jutted out from where he sat, and a head that sat far above hers.Hi, there…Hm. Maybe she should say that out loud.
So she introduced herself. He responded, a deep and resonant voice awakening her from the stupor she had been in.Oh, please, pick me…Should Eden make herself sexier? Could he even see her if she leaned in and hoisted her breasts up toward his face? Should she just climb into his lap and get this party going?
After she said something cheeky about liking these kinds of environments – and laughing like an idiot – she hopped up on her feet and swayed her hips in his direction.
She didn’t expect it to have an immediate effect.
“Blue skies.”
Eden’s heart pounded in her chest as her feet got sweaty in her flats and her fingers curled into her palm in anticipation.He said it.The first part of that day’s passcode. If Eden was agreeable – and he knew she would be, barring truly indecent behavior or if she was on her way off the clock – she would say the second half.
Then the fun really began.
“Warm thighs.”
The last thing Eden expected was to be kissed, let alone by her first guest. Yet this man, with his haunting breadth and smoky aftershave, leaned in and planted his mouth on hers the moment she gave the passcode.
Oh, God, it’s happening.
Out of all available women in this room… he choseher.Eden. Brim. Whatever he thought her name was.
And his tongue was already inside her, twisting around hers and promising more if she would just hurry up and spread her legs while the music droned and the eager moans from only a few yards away made love to her ears.It’s happening.He reached beneath her shirt, revealing her bare mound and hips to the world, although his body blocked hers. One hand hit the wall behind her while the other searched for her breasts. Eden made the most pathetic, most exciting sound as he groped her right there, another Butterfly passing by out of the corner of her eye.
Back off. This one’s mine.She hoped he thought the same thing about her.
Unless the guests dictated otherwise, Eden could touch back all she wanted. So she did. She planted her palms against his chest, snaking beneath his open shirt as he had hers.Hot damn, that’s a hard chest.She made more of her sweet sounds as one of his legs urged hers open. He took one of her hands and lowered it to his bulge. Sure enough, his cock strained against his pants. The man was prepared – he wasn’t wearing anything beneath his linen pants.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he growled. “Like an animal, I have to have you right here. Before any other man touches you.”
Ripples of excitement jolted through Eden, who was about to slide down the wall if he didn’t stop her. And why would he? They were right next to a loveseat. Nobody had sat down to watch, so it was all his as he sat right in the middle of it and pulled his cock out of his pants. Eden knew he had, yet she couldn’t see it. Not with his hand wrapped around it.
“Ride me,” he commanded.
This. Is. Happening.
Eden couldn’t say no. Couldn’t, because she wanted to make quota and get her payday. Couldn’t, because she was so turned on that this giant of a man wantedherfirst. “Y… yes… sir.” She didn’t want to sound so meek, but how could she help it? Thus far, this had been a fantasy. The thought of straddling a man’s lap in the middle of the nightclub, even with the faintest of lights on above them, was impossible to anticipate. A million scenarios had run through Eden’s head, yet here she was, having her shirt pulled up around her shoulders so he could lean forward and suck her nipple while two of his thick fingers rubbed her pussy.
“Oh, my God.”
Her being turned on must have only driven him crazier. “That’s my line,” he hissed against her nipple before sucking it again. Eden flung her head back, her hair long enough to brush against his knees as he penetrated her with one finger. As she gasped, clenching almost immediately, he pulled her closer so he could suck her throat instead. “Tell me you want my cock, Brim. I have to hear you say it.”
The head of his cock brushed against her thigh.Holy shit. It’s big.Big enough to make her eyes widen. “Yes, sir.” More confidence entered her voice as she realized she was getting what she came here for. “I want your cock.” She toyed with itusing nothing but her thighs and her opening. Without his finger in there, she was hungry for something else. “Use me.”
Use me.Not “fuck me.” Not “take me.”Use me.That was part of the fantasy, for both him and her.
Another woman cried out in the distance. The party had long been in full swing, and here Eden was, joining in as she lowered her hips to take this stranger’s cock inch by wonderful inch.
“Fuck!” She braced herself against the loveseat, her thighs already shaking as his hands clamped around her ass. “Oh, God!” She wasn’t as used to bareback as he might expect.I’m not as used to other things, either.
“I said…” He surged up into her, quieting Eden with her own silent scream of pleasure. “That’s my line. Now, fucking ride me.”
