I shoved a finger into her hole and curled it. She groaned. "Don't say his name when I'm playing with your pussy. Understand?"
"Yes," she moaned as I pulled out slowly, added a second digit, and began to fuck her with my fingers.
"Good. And fuck him. As we stand here, he's being offered a business expansion in Texas. He'll be leaving Monday."
"What?" She tried to turn, but I grasped her waist with my free hand, keeping her in place.
"Don't worry about him. He's lost you already. This is just making it more official. We'll have all summer together, baby." I could feel her pussy beginning to tighten and herbreathing turned ragged. I pulled my fingers out and undid my belt, removing my cock from its designer prison.
Her groan of disappointment and frustration turned into one of surprise, shock, and panic as I positioned myself at her entrance.
"Gatsby, you can't..." She squirmed in protest, but didn't try to get away.
"I can do whatever the hell I want. Did you forget? I'm the great Gatsby. If I want to fuck you above all these people, where if even one were to look up, would see us completely on display, I will.” I leaned forward, pushing my cock past her swollen lips into her wet and wanting hole. I hissed with how tight she was, even more so from behind. "Daisy, you are my green light, and I want everyone in this fucking room to see it."
I went slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. My hands on her hips drifted toward the front of her dress. The desire to rip her dress completely off was turning me into a feral beast. I needed it. I abandoned her hardened nipples and reached back, pinching the clasp of her straps.
"Gatsby!" she cried out, but it was too late. I undid the dress and pushed the fabric down. She caught it right before she exposed her entire chest to the party. A low growl came from my throat and I tugged on it.
"Drop it, Daisy."
"No! Someone will see!"
"Did I stutter?" I grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. "Does the idea of people seeing us fucking scare you?"
"Y-yes," she stammered.
I leaned forward and slowly pulled her dress down, exposing her perfect chest to the party.
"Me too." I thrust harder into her, causing her to cryout. I thrust a few times and then relieved her of her mortification by pulling her dress back over her chest. With the fear of someone seeing her breasts, she completely forgot about my cock plunging hard into her pussy. She leaned over the railing and spread her legs wider, allowing me to go deeper. I groaned as I did so.
"Jesus, Daisy, you're a dirty girl. What would you do if he looked up right now and saw us?" I thrust hard and fast. "Would you stop us, right before you get yours, or would you look him right in the eyes as you come all over my cock?"
She let out a sharp cry as she came, her pussy squeezing me for dear life, drenching me in her orgasm. I thrust through it and groaned deeply as I exploded, pumping every ounce of my cum into her pretty little pussy. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of being inside her. Heaven was jealous of us, I decided. This was paradise, not whatever was waiting for us on the other side.
Our breathing regulated, and our bodies chilled. I reluctantly removed my half-hard cock from her and carefully tucked it back in my pants. I could go again, I realized, watching her refasten her dress.
"That was risky." She raised an eyebrow at me in a gentle scold. She adjusted her dress, and I watched her look around for her missing panties. I pushed my hand into my pocket and twirled my fingers around them.
"I think you underestimate how much I care at this point," I muttered, taking her hand and leading her back to the elevator.
"Gatsby, we have to be careful. It's not as simple as just?—"
"Well, that's why he's going to Texas," I snapped. Even talking about him seemed to irritate me. He shouldn't evenexist in her life, let alone be so tied to her. "We'll have the summer to figure out anything we need to."
The doors opened, and I led her quickly through the dance floor to the table her fiancé, the rest of the Champagne Circle, and my contact, Chuck Lepinski were sitting at. He nodded to me as we came close. Max and the rest of the circle had red faces, dilated pupils, and were laughing outrageously. Chuck must have given them something to help keep them all up and in moods less likely to question things.
"Daisy! Chuck, this is my fiancée, Daisy, she’s a famous ballerina!” Max leaped up and grabbed Daisy by the waist, shaking her violently. She looked vastly uncomfortable as he dragged her into the booth, sitting beside him. “She comes from a long line of them. Did you guys have a good time dancing?" he asked, the expression in his eyes telling me he didn't give a fuck if she did or not. I sat across from them and made brief eye contact with Chuck. He tapped his drink glass twice.
He'd already offered him the job.
"Daisy, I have amazing news!" Max exclaimed. A waiter came by just then and refilled everyone's drinks, handing me and Daisy glasses. I sipped my whiskey, and she took the red cocktail—themed for tonight's party. Max slammed his drink in one gulp and shouted, "We're going to Texas!"
I choked on my drink, and Daisy's glass slipped from her hands. I lurched forward and caught it before it spilled. We looked up at each other in horror.
"We?" she squeaked. "When? I can't go. I have rehearsals."
Max laughed, putting his arm around her. "Alright, I guess you can stay here. Well, I'm going to Texas!" he shouted, lifting his empty glass, and the rest of the table followed, cheering to his new deal.
