by V. Domino
A hot palm slides down my thigh, rough fingers pinching into the skin of my ass as he holds me to him. I rise on the toe of my heel still on the ground, rotating my hips against the very obvious erection he's sporting in his trousers. This… this was the kiss I was expecting. My skin is hot, my back sticking to the wall behind me as Brookes grinds into the growing ache between my thighs. My lips part around a quiet moan and he swallows it up, a hand grasping at my tit through my dress. His thumb runs over my nipple, swiping until it's peaked through the shiny, smooth fabric before moving to the next.
The hand on my thigh starts sliding even higher, his thumb pressing on the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh as he creeps closer and closer to where I want him to stick those thick fingers of his. I rotate my hips on his erection once more, encouraging him to keep moving forward with his fingers, tightening my leg around his waist to get him closer. I can feel the heat of his hand, the tip of his finger just brushing the crease of my thigh. He's so fucking close I can feel my pussy clenching with anticipation.
And then he's suddenly gone.
His lips leave mine with a wet pop and my leg drops down. My hands slap back onto the tile at my back to keep me upright as I stumble. It takes me a second to register what has happened, to see Weston pushing Brookes' arm as he shoves him in the opposite direction of me. My eyes find Brookes, my skin heating as he reaches into his trousers to adjust his dick as I watch, really as several people watch; their eyes drawn our way because of the commotion.
"Get the fuck out of here! Did you forget why the fuck you're here?" Weston yells at Brookes, his lip twisted into a scowl as he shakes his head at him. "This is a fucking Christmas party you prick, people can see you."
Brookes smacks away another push coming his way, pointing a finger at Weston's face, "Push me again and I'll break your fucking hand. I get it." He drops his hand when Weston doesn't respond, winking at me as he steps back. His thumb rises to swipe the corner of his lip, "See you later, Dollface."
Even after Brookes has disappeared, Weston stays scowling at where he left. I lean my head back against the wall, letting my breaths calm as I watch him. It seems I've acquired quite the collection of men over the past few weeks and they just so happen to all be here. Odd but not necessarily all that surprising I guess.
My fingers dab at my lips, patting the remaining gloss. I'm sure it's a lost cause at this point. Running a hand over my braid, I can feel it's also a mess, loose pieces dangling around my face and shoulders. Weston's jaw is ticking, his hands clenched at his sides as he looks around the room. I'm not sure what he's looking for or why he's standing there for so long, but I don't mind the view. He runs his hands through his shaggy hair, bangs falling back to rest on his cheekbones as he scrubs his hand over the undercut on the back of his head. He's wearing a classic black suit that's been cuffed over his boots, his jacket unbuttoned and scrunched up his forearms. I'm guessing he doesn't dress up very often, but the whole punk, carefree vibe he is giving off is definitely working for him.
I watch him swallow, as his tongue run over his teeth. He's either flustered or frustrated, maybe both. But so am I, most likely for different reasons. The coolness of the tile leaves my back as I push off of the wall, smoothing my hands over the white satin of my dress, standing straight. It's short, stopping just past my mid-thigh. The skirt fits snugly around my hips but has a nice movement because of the light fabric, the waist cinched up to a sweetheart neckline. Two thick, pleated straps cross low under my shoulder blades, exposing most of my back until they connect to the skirt. It's crisp, snowy white, and my favorite color to wear. A silent bode to my name that just so happens to look fucking great on me.
"Weston." His dark eyes snap to look at me, hands dropping to his sides. His gaze eats me up as I move toward him, his jaw flexing when they drift over my nipples still hard under my dress. I have an itch I need scratched that started with Merrick, an ache that grew with Brookes, that I know Weston is more than capable of soothing; and I have every intention of eliciting his help with my little problem immediately. My fingers meet his arm, sliding down toward his palm. "Did you come with a date?"
He takes his time answering, his fingers curling around mine as he looks down at me. "No, why?"
I smile at his answer, my free hand rising to slide over his smooth cheek. I'm glad he didn't come with anyone tonight. It wouldn't have mattered, I've already branded these men as mine and they all know it, but now I won't have to worry about any hurt feelings later. "Come with me."
My voice says everything in those three words, my message clear as day if my chest pressing up against his wasn't message enough. His head turns to look behind him, eyes moving around the room like he's searching for someone. He either finds them or doesn't care to keep looking, because he looks back down at me, his fingers squeezing mine in confirmation. "Lead the way."
I spin on my heel with a smile, lightly pulling him by our joined hands from the enclave toward a hallway that branches from the main ballroom. Turning down it, I smirk over my shoulder at him, watching his eyes rise from my ass as I raise my palm to push open the men's bathroom door. The attendant blinks at me when I step inside, opening his mouth to say something that is cut off by Weston, "Take your break." He pulls some cash from his back pocket, dropping it into the attendant's tip jar, "Make it a long one."
The man nods, spinning from his spot and marching straight to the door. I watch his back, my eyes landing back on Weston once it slaps shut. There isn't a lock on the door, so I raise a brow, letting go of his hand to guide him backward with my hands on his chest. He allows me to push him around, smirking up at me when he drops to sit on the closed toilet seat inside a stall. I shut the door at my back, sliding the lock in place.
His hands reach out for me and I bite my lip at the heat seeping through the fabric at his touch. "I have to say, I never cared for white until I met you." He tugs me to him, spreading his thighs so I can stand between them. He's so tall that even in my heels, we're almost level with him sitting; my face barely tilted down to look into his face. Normally, I take the lead when it comes to men, but Weston has a way of putting me on my knees, both literally and figuratively. His hands slide up, drawing my skirt up with them. His eyes leave my face, dropping to watch the smooth satin of my matching white thong peek out from the bottom. "Now, it's my fucking favorite color."
The fingers of one hand bunch on my rib cage, holding up my skirt while his other hand drops between my thighs. His thumb smoothes over the front of my panties, pressing into the nub of my clit before swiping further to rub along the wetness pooling under his touch. His face lifts back to mine, his fingers digging into the fabric to trace along the seam of my lower lips. "That bastard got you all primed for me, didn't he, baby?" He presses harder, two fingertips slipping past the satin to sink into my pussy. "But we can do better than that, can't we?"
I smirk at his goading question, my hands falling to his shoulders. My hips begin rotating against his fingers as he teases me. He pulls his fingers back from my thrust, a brow raised. "Yes. Yes, we can." It comes out breathy, my pussy already giving him the answer he was looking for, so my words weren’t even needed. He smiles at my cooperation, sliding his rough fingers through the slick that's gathering at the edge of my pussy lips. He brings them to his mouth as I watch, sucking his fingers clean with an appreciative hum.
I reach for him, my pussy throbbing to be filled by the erection that's currently trying to fight its way out of his pants. He grabs my wrist, nipping at my bottom lip as he stops me, "Turn around. I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours then watch your ass bounce on my dick."
He spins me and I drop my palms to the stall door, watching my panties fall to hang around my ankles as he pushes them off. I feel his hands on my ass, kneading the flesh before tugging my hips closer to his face. My fingers curl around the metal purse hooks on the stall door, the metal cool on my palms as Weston's thumbs spread my pussy lips for him. His hot breathe puffs along my
slit as he admires me, "Such a pretty pussy." His fingers run on the edge of my lips, massaging the sides of my slit to coax out more of my juices. I can feel myself dripping for him, the anticipation of having his hot mouth on me curling my toes in the tips of my heels.
A moan slips from my chest when his tongue finally swipes along my slit, wide and flat licking me from front to back. Another one bounces off the walls of the stall when he finds my clit with his fingers, rubbing along the swollen bundle of nerves as his tongue dips into my heat. I push my hips back into his face, pussy trying to squeeze around his tongue as he fucks me with his mouth. He chuckles against my slit, adding a finger with this tongue as his other fingers continue to rub circles on my nub. My legs start to shake in my heels, my palms sweating along the metal stall door. The wet sounds of his mouth sucking at my pussy pushes me closer and closer to an orgasm.
Just as I feel that crest coming, he pulls his mouth from me, his fingers leaving my clit. With a frustrated groan, my head jerks to look back at him, my breaths panting as I watch him free his dick from his pants. The tip is leaking precum; the creaming slick dripping down the side of its thick head to highlight the throbbing veins running along its sides. My pussy aches even more at the sight, my tongue swiping over my lips as I silently beg him to hurry the fuck up and stick his dick inside of me. I don't dare say it out loud, knowing damn well that Weston will turn it into a game.
His hazel eyes find mine, so dark the brown in them almost looks black, his pupils dilated as he strokes himself. He strokes his swollen head, lips twisting into a wicked smile when he sees the slight tremble in my legs. "Come, sit on my dick, baby." He grabs my hips, the precum on his palm warm and sticky on my thigh as he guides me back. He shifts so that I can straddle his legs backward, angling his dick to slide right into my throbbing pussy when I sit. My hands grab his knees in front of me, a loud moan echoing around the bathroom as I push myself down onto him. He's thick, stretching my pussy in the most delicious way as I grind back into his lap.
His hands shove my skirt up, tucking it into one of the straps crossing my back so that he has a perfect view of my ass slapping down on his dick. My skirt being taken care of, he leans back as far as he can, gripping my hips to help lift me up with each thrust. My fingernails bite into his skin through his pants, using them as I lean forward even more. I feel one of his hands leave my waist, two thick fingers running along the edges of my stretched slit. He slowly pushes them both into my pussy right alongside his dick, stretching me even further. I cry out at the pressure, pushing back into his palm to take him even harder, the slight bite of pain spurring my hips to shift faster with pleasure.
"That's it, baby, such a good fucking girl." His thumb presses against the flesh between my pussy and ass, moving to stroke the stretched edge of my slit and the wetness leaking out. "Such a good little pussy. It's going to look so good stuffed with mine and Brookes’ cocks."
It's a thought I haven't even had, but the image is enough to make my imagination run wild. Weston's fingers move to stretch me just the tiniest bit wider as I scream my pleasure, my thoughts of his dirty little scenario has my pussy clenches around him. I rock back hard through my orgasm, lungs losing air as he pumps into me to reach his own release. His fingers leave my slit when the last wave of my orgasm washes over me, his hands moving to dig into my flesh as he pounds into my pussy relentlessly. He groans a few moments later, hips shifting lazily as he draws out his own pleasure.
Gasping, I slowly stand off of Weston's lap, reaching back to untuck my skirt so that it falls back into place. Glancing down, I notice my thong has made its way under the wall and into the stall next door. I look at Weston and he smirks with a shrug, "Guess you'll have to go without."
I huff out a laugh at him, running my hands over my hair to push it away from my sweaty forehead. He stands, tucking his dick back into his pants. Reaching around me, he unlocks the stall door. Weston drops a soft kiss to my heated forehead, the thumb of his free hand swiping across my lips. I smile at his sweet touch, closing my eyes for just a moment before he opens the door. Turning, I step out, eyes going wide when they land on the men leaning against the row of bathroom sinks.
"How the fuck is it fair that he got to fuck her and I got scolded for a fucking kiss?"
Merrick uncrosses his arms at Brookes' question, his brooding glower passing over me to land on the man at my back. "It's not."
Weston's palm lightly pushes my back and I move forward, straightening my shoulders as I walk toward Merrick and Brookes. I can feel how flushed my skin still is, how hard my heart is still beating. My mind goes back to Weston's comment about him and Brookes and my eyes find the tattooed man smirking at me. I wonder if he heard that... I wonder if he'd be interested. I stop before Merrick, my eyes leaving Brookes’ smoky grays to find the navy ones smoldering in front of me.
"The whole gang is here." Weston snorts at my back and I look over Merrick’s shoulder, watching as Brookes circles behind me in the mirror.
"I'm sorry this has to happen, Chastity."
I frown at Merrick, eyes moving to Brookes in the mirror. His chest is now pressing into my back, his fingers softly trailing along my spine. "What do you..."
My sentence is cut short, Brookes' arm reaching over my shoulder to wrap a cloth over my nose and mouth. I don't fight it for a few seconds, my brows pinching with confusion as they find him in the mirror. Merrick uncrosses his arms; his big, rough palms pinning mine to my sides. Brookes' lips drop to my neck, trailing sweet kisses along my skin when I start to struggle, and whispering sweet nothings against my ear that I can't hear through my panic. I scream against the cloth, trying to jerk from their hold. Fear and confusion is banging against my ribcage as I stare into Merrick’s navy blues. My heart squeezes painfully in my chest when I finally acknowledge what they're doing to me, what he's doing to me. My eyes frantically find Weston in the mirror, my struggle starting to slow involuntarily. It's obvious by the way he's just standing there with his arms crossed that he's a part of this as well. It's the final straw my mind needed to quit fighting, to just give in. As my vision starts to blur, fading to black around the edges, I have only one single thought.
They're going to pay for this.
AJ Wolf is a self proclaimed coffee and wine enthusiast who loves reverse harem books, crows, and adopting animals. She dig spooky things, does morning tarot reads and strongly believe in the energies around us. AJ lives on a small farm with her husband, three kids, four dogs, and numerous other critters and livestock.
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