“I know it’s not,” he replies with conviction. “Just trust me, okay?”
With uncertainty, I rest my hand in his, letting him pull me to my feet. I look back at Julian as if he’s going to help me, but he only smirks, watching Archer lead me to the dance floor.
The music is sultry and electronic, with a low thumping bass track and a woman’s sexy voice singing. The crowd on the dance floor is dense, and Archer pulls me into the center, hugging me close as our bodies start to sway as one to the beat.
My eyes wander to the people on the right. The woman has her back to a taller man who has tugged down the neckline of her dress to expose her breasts, massaging them as they dance.
Archer grips my chin and forces my attention back to him.
But the more I look at him, the more I see the people in my periphery. It’s more than exposed breasts. It’s a man grinding his cock against the ass of another man as they dance. And a woman pinned between two men, and it’s obvious it’s more than just their arms holding her up.
Archer pulls me close as we dance, and I try to just focus on his body and the beat of the music. When I feel his lips near my ear, I cling to his neck and savor the feel of him here with me.
“There’s no one else here, Freya. Just you and me. And we can do whatever we want.”
Pulling back, I stare into his eyes. Seeing his face without all the bruises and scars, he looks more stunning to me than ever. With a grip on his neck, I pull his face down toward me until our lips are pressed together.
His tongue slips into my mouth, and even through the loud music, I hear him groan into the kiss. Ravenous hands work theirway down the back of my dress until he has a grip on my ass. Dragging me against him, he grinds me against his hardening cock.
Our bodies are still moving to the music as we kiss and grasp at each other, and it starts to feel as if we’re being swept up by the same gust of wind. It’s passionate and all-consuming. The music quiets all the thoughts in my head so it’s only his mouth, his touch, his body. I’m rubbing myself against him, hanging my head back in elation, wrapping a leg around him to get even closer.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“He’s watching us,” Archer whispers in my ear.
Turning my head, I stare over my shoulder at the man in the chair with his eyes on us like we belong to him.
Which we do.
Archer gathers the long fabric of my dress in the back until I feel the cool air on my ass. He’s showing me off to our third, and I let him. There is no shame or embarrassment. In here, we are free from all that.
Archer lifts one of my legs, wrapping it around his hips as he continues pulling up my dress and playing with the soft flesh of my ass. I wish I could see Julian’s response.
Especially when Archer slides his fingers between my legs and toys with my pussy through the thin silk of my panties. When he eases them to the side and thrusts a finger inside me, I gasp, hanging from his tall, strong frame.
It doesn’t even occur to me that there are people around. I don’t care that they can see us. For all I know, there’s a young woman at the bar, watching this unfold and thinking that I’m some super confident sex vixen, although I’m not.
Even if I sort of feel like one right now.
Moving to the music, Archer and I grind our bodies together, his hand still buried between my legs, pulsing in and out of me. Just as I feel the warmth of my climax start to build, a hard body presses against my back.
I’m writhing, eyes closed, as Julian kisses my neck and pulls my weight against him. He holds my dress up as Archer suddenly falls to his knees in front of me. His fingers slide up my legs, latching on to the string of my panties before dragging them down my legs.
I open my eyes to see the strobe lights and people around us. There’s a part of my brain that keeps trying to warn me that I shouldn’t be doing this. There are people around. They can see us!
Instead, I focus on the music and the lights and the moment, and it’s easy to enjoy. Still moving to the beat, I lean back against Julian as Archer licks a long, glorious line through my cunt. I hook one of my legs on his shoulder as he buries his face under my dress.
I cry out with pleasure, my voice getting lost in the cacophony of it all. Holding Archer by the back of his head, I dance to the music against his face, my hips tilting and grinding against him. The vibration of his growling sounds moves through me, lighting up every nerve in my body.
“That’s it, baby. Look how much he loves it,” Julian mumbles against my ear. His lips don’t leave my body, trailing from my shoulder to my neck and along my jawline.
My spine arches as I chase the pleasure on Archer’s tongue. And when he slips in his middle finger, continuing to suck eagerly on my clit, everything around me goes silent. There is no crowd. No music. No watching eyes. No shame.
It’s just the three of us and the euphoria of this moment. It feels so good I never want it to end.
But Archer is too good, and my body answers his call, pleasure starting like an eruption in my pulsing core. It travels all the way up until it detonates behind my eyes, filling me with pleasure like a fire. My body shudders as I scream, gripping them both so tight there can be no doubt in their minds that I have reached my climax.
Julian continues to talk me through it, his sweet mumbling words carrying me through my orgasm.
