by Cassie James
There’s something downright filthy about knowing I’ve got a sex toy inside of me while surrounded by all these people. And I’d never admit it aloud, but the feeling is sexy as hell.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Andre raises his voice in my ear.
My back tenses up, and I fall still in the middle of the dance floor—other people’s bodies jostling me now that I’m no longer moving along with them. I force just enough space to be able to turn in Andre’s arms.
He’s looking at me like he has no intention of taking no for an answer, his hands running down my back to squeeze my ass and drag me closer to him. His dick—now hard as a freaking rock after all the grinding—presses almost painfully against my hip.
If it feels like that pressed against me, I can only imagine how he must feel right now.
It’s that thought that makes me give in even though I have no idea what’s upstairs, why we’re going there, and I highly doubt I’m going to think whatever he’s got planned is a good idea.
I raise up on my tiptoes to kiss him, not even the least bit bothered when I’m jostled from behind and end up having to throw my arms over his shoulders to catch my balance.
He puts one hand on the small of my back again to hold me close as he bends his head to kiss me more fully. It’s the first kiss we’ve shared, but I’m sure you wouldn’t know it by looking at us. His tongue snakes between my lips to tease my own tongue to life. I meet him stroke for stroke as he kisses me full-on and sloppy as hell right there in the middle of the dance floor.
I’m lightheaded as he puts everything he’s got into the kiss and I do my best to keep up. I’m not sure anyone’s ever kissed me so thoroughly as Andre does in that moment—his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth like he’s trying to memorize every detail.
I put a hand on his chest to make him let me go for a minute.
“Take me upstairs,” I try to say above the music, but the words aren’t quite loud enough.
I’m not sure if he reads my lips or if he’s just so damn committed to going upstairs himself that what I said doesn’t actually even matter. Either way, he wraps a protective arm around my waist and starts to guide me toward the metal stairs on the far side of the dance floor.
A guard is gatekeeping at the bottom of the steps, but he moves aside immediately when Andre steps into view. I’m not sure what the deal is with the VIP treatment tonight, but I’m sure as hell not complaining, either.
At the top of the stairs, a sort of darkened balcony hangs over the dance floor of the club. I guess I’d tentatively noticed it there before, but I hadn’t paid it much attention before now.
I’m certainly not having that problem anymore.
My eyes widen as I take it all in—the way the lighting of the club barely reaches this area, making it darker than the rest of the place. The open bar off to one side that looks pretty damn well stocked from where we’re standing.
I pull away from Andre’s grasp to move closer to the railing. Leaning over, I realize how close we really are to the dancing. Any moment, someone could look up and seeing me peering down at them.
Andre’s body comes up behind mine, trapping me in against the railing. I relish the feel of him against me, his dick still unbelievably hard as it presses insistently against my ass. I open my mouth to shout to him, maybe ask him if we should just go so I can help him take care of his not-so-little problem.
I’m stopped short by his hand stroking up my thigh.
I start to shake my head in protest as his fingers inch up under the hem of my dress but something stops me. This feels like a very, very bad idea… despite what my tingling pussy has to say about it.
Pretty sure that’s just because my lady bits have been hijacked by the power of the ben wa balls.
When I don’t complain or protest, he seems to decide I’m as committed to this plan of his as he is. He skims his fingertips up over my hips and then to the waistband of my panties. He teases me with just his fingers along the top of my pubic bone for a minute until I involuntarily push back against him a bit. Just enough to prove I’m affected by what he’s doing.
He snakes his hand down the front of my panties as I stare helplessly down at the crowd. I could say no and I know he’d take me home right now to fuck me properly in the comfort of my own home—or his. But I think about how much planning he put into this and I just can’t force myself to say the words to make him stop.
In fact, I find myself doing the exact opposite of that.
I take my hands off the railing and reach under my dress to hook my fingers into the sides of my panties. Andre’s fingers continue to stroke me as I start to slide them down and then let them drop down my legs, but he pulls away to let me step out of them.
I stand there with them helplessly in my hand, completely unsure what to do with them since I don’t exactly want to shove damp panties into my clutch with my keys and phone.
Andre takes the decision out of my hands—literally. He plucks the panties from me and stuffs them deep in his jean pocket just as I squeeze myself around to face him again like I did downstairs.
I hesitate. “What if someone else comes up here?” I shout to him
“No one else is coming up. I made sure of it.” He winks and moves impossibly closer so he can lower his voice for the next part. “There’s no way in hell I want anyone else getting an up close and personal look at your face as you cum. I’m already sharing that with twenty-four other guys; I’ve got to draw the line somewhere.”
My lips part as he puts his hand under my dress again.
Andre takes hold of the string attached to the ben wa balls and slowly starts to pull them out of me. I whimper and shake as he does it, the warm metal caressing me on its way out in a way that I was wholly unprepared for.
I can feel the railing digging into my back as I struggle to stay upright. The fullness I’ve been feeling is replaced by an emptiness I almost can’t bear as Andre wraps his hand around the balls that were just inside of me. I blink rapidly, totally perplexed as he slides them into his pants pocket—the same one where he stuck my panties.
“Turn around!” I can just barely make out the words as he swivels in the universal sign for spinning.
I turn around again despite my body’s protest as his hand falls away from my quivering core. I need some attention down there stat. You can’t leave a girl filled for so long like that only to leave her empty afterward. I need to be filled again, and this time, I need to actually fucking orgasm.
The balls were good for gentle, longer term pleasure, but they were no good at actually getting me off. No, that part is obviously Andre’s job.
As I face out toward the dance floor once again, Andre puts a hand behind my shoulder blades to push me further forward. From my new position, the railing forces my tits up as my head dangles over the side, giving me a clear view of nearly the entire club. Blood rushes to my cheeks as I think about how easily someone could look up and figure out what’s going on right now as Andre rubs my bare ass from behind me.
Anticipation makes my body tense when his hands suddenly leave me and he steps back. But I feel why about thirty seconds later when his touch returns, only this time it’s his hard cock stroking against my ass instead of his hands.
I twist slightly to peer around between us and feel all the blood drain from my face.
He’s huge.
Not just huge.
He looks like he’s got a Godzilla cock jutting out from him. The thing looks ready to destroy whole fucking cities.
“I’d love to tell you I’ll go slow but…” He grimaces as he rolls a cock over his impressive—and terrifying—length.
My mouth opens and closes several times. I’m panic stricken by the prospect of him putting that beast inside of me, but at the same time, my body is desperate for him. I was a few more seconds away from straight up jumping him until I saw the reality of his massive dick.
Why the fuck did no one warn me?
I should
have been practicing for him or something—right?
Fuck.
“Watch the crowd, baby,” his voice carries as the song switches over.
I do what he asked, mostly because I’m scared if I keep looking at that thing then there’s no way I’ll have the nerve to let him put it in me. And in spite of the nervous churning in my stomach, I need it.
I need him.
Andre closes in behind me, pulling my dress further up my ass to get better access. My eyes fall shut and I clench them tight as I feel him nuzzle the head of his dick against my entrance. I try to concentrate on the music instead of the fear still churning through me.
I know he’s going to do his best to be careful with me.
I’ve just never taken anything so big.
But it’s fine, it’s all going to be totally fine.
Nothing to see here, folks.
Andre plunges into me just as the beat drops.
I let out a downright shrill squeal as he drives into me, the sound covered only by the fact that the music blasts higher at the exact same moment. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he planned the song choice out somehow just as carefully as he apparently planned everything else tonight.
But that would be crazy… right?
Right?!
I somehow manage to grip the railing, my arms jutting out at weird angles but at least with something to brace against I don’t get thrust so hard against the railing as Andre fucks me like he means it.
He wasn’t joking when he insinuated he wouldn’t be going slow. He fucks the same way he kissed me on the dance floor—full-on, no holding back, sloppy in the best damn way.
Just as I start to think there are no more surprises coming, he wraps his fist around my ponytail and gives it a good yank, tilting my head back into a position that shouldn’t be comfortable and yet is strangely erotic as he leans forward to flatten his tongue against the side of my neck where its base meets my shoulder. He drags his tongue up from there, drawing a path all the way up to behind my ear where he places one soft kiss before putting his attention back on giving me a good, thorough, public fucking.
And here’s the thing about sex in this position with someone whose cock is as impressive as Andre’s—he manages to hit places inside of me I didn’t even know a man could reach. The orgasm is a slow build, but the wave is crests in on is nearly unbearable. My feet give out on me as I have what I’m pretty damn sure is my first orgasm ever from having my g-spot hit—which is no question what Andre’s doing as my whole body collapses for him.
I’m held up only by my tits on the railing and his cock still pumping into me as I cum so hard I have to let my hands off the railing because I was gripping so tight I was worried I might actually do permanent damage to my hands.
Andre doesn’t let up at all as my whole body shakes with pleasure. He keeps fucking me liberally, pounding into me with the same intensity even long after my orgasm subsides and leaves me feeling near death as I blink out at the crowd that somehow hadn’t disappeared as I shared a moment with Andre that felt deceptively private.
When I have a bit of strength left in my limbs, I reach back for Andre’s hands and then drag them up over the railing so he can cup my breasts.
I let out a long moan as he plucks my nipples between his fingers through my bra. It’s exactly what I need to send me over the edge one more time for him. The pleasure and pain mixing perfectly together once more.
By the time I’ve orgasmed a second time, Andre’s pumping into me like a pro, my pussy wet enough for him to no longer offer almost any resistance as he finally reams me until he reaches an orgasm of his own.
He cums long and hard, hands continuing to squeeze my breasts as if he can’t help but to keep touching them.
Afterward, it’s a long time before either of us is able to catch our breath again.
“Gemma?”
The music isn’t nearly loud enough to cover the sound of my name being shouted, but when I see who the voice belongs to god, I wish it was.
I freeze at the bottom of the steps, Andre nearly bowling me over as he takes the last step down right behind me. He wraps his arm protectively around my waist to help me catch my balance again. And unfortunately, Colin—who is here for some godforsaken reason—zeroes his eyes in on the contact.
His mouth tightens into a straight line. It’s the face he makes when he’s disappointed by something—though I’ve only ever seen him use it in relation to bad news from work.
“You look… different,” he comments, his voice awkwardly loud as the DJ switches to something that’s not quite so blaring.
Colin’s eyes roam over me, taking in my disheveled dress and what I’m sure is my even more disheveled hair. I can’t believe Andre yanked my ponytail. But… also, I can’t wait to ask him to do it again. What was Colin saying again? I stare at him blankly, wondering if I should just brush past him altogether.
It’s not like the guy’s got anything to say to me that I care to hear now anyway. Especially not now, now. Not when I’ve just been fucked within an inch of my life.
Andre’s grip on my waist tightens as I freeze up, completely unsure how to handle the situation. Even from behind me, I can feel the way he raises up to his full height. Colin seems to shrink down in response.
“Not sure what the fuck you’re doing here,” Andre says in a low, dangerous tone that still manages to easily be heard over the music and crowd, “but if you don’t mind, I’d really like to get my girl home for round two.”
The insinuation in his voice leaves no room for mistaking exactly what he means.
Colin’s eyes flash with something between annoyance and jealousy. And actually, I think it’s the first time I’ve seen the man look jealous since I first introduced him to the team all those years ago. Idly, I wonder if he recognizes Andre, not that it matters enough for me to ask.
It doesn’t matter.
He doesn’t matter.
I really want the round two Andre just promised—even if he is only saying it to mess with Colin.
I take a couple steps away before pausing just long enough to loudly and proudly proclaim to Colin and everyone else in our vicinity, “Yeah, I probably do look different. That’s what good sex does to a person. You just wouldn’t know.”
I don’t bother waiting for a reaction before turning on my heel and disappearing into the crowd, Andre hot on my heels as he keeps that same protective grip around me. We’re nearly to the door when I cuddle closer and stand on my tiptoes to talk close enough where he can hear me without having to shout.
“Andre?”
“Yeah, baby?”
I brush the back of my hand against the front of his pants and grin wickedly when he starts to harden almost instantly. “That was a nice start and all, but now I’d like you to take me home and fuck me like you really mean it.”
He growls back at me. I know I shouldn’t goad him like that, especially not when I’m already feeling pretty tender between the legs. But now that I’ve seen what he can do I’m really desperate for a repeat performance. Preferably without the unwitting audience this time.
I’m going to be walking like a goddamn cowboy tomorrow.
Forty
Milo
December 23
It feels like every bit of air in this oversized mall gets sucked right out as the doors open and Gemma enters between the luxury lingerie and the overpriced purses. There might be expensive things on either side of her, but the only valuable thing my eyes see is her.
She’s worth more than both brands combined, as far as I’m concerned.
But tell that to the hoards of teenage girls clamoring to get their hands on merchandise in either store. The sight makes me grimace a little as it drags my eyes away from the woman I’m waiting for.
Gemma doesn’t seem bothered at all by all the distractions. Not that she’s paying attention to me, either.
Her eyes are zeroed in on what’s sitting next to me—she doesn’t a
ctually take another look at me at all after her initial glance checking that it’s really me waiting for her.
“Who is this sweet baby?” she coos, dropping to her knees as she reaches me.
The sight makes me shift uncomfortably even as I mentally acknowledge that being on her knees has nothing to do with me. It’s not about that right now, I remind myself.
“This is Ribbit. You’ll see why he’s named that the first time you see him jump. He jumps straight up like a frog.”
His head tilts back so he can stare up at me as he hears me say his name. I give him a good pat behind the ears, even as he quickly turns back to Gemma instead. Who can blame him?
His tail wags slightly as the whole rest of his body stays tense, ears perked waiting for my command that releases him, letting him leave his position sitting next to my feet. He’s a good boy, but nerves strike me at the idea of giving him free rein to greet Gemma the way he wants.
I know Gemma likes dogs, I wouldn’t have planned this particular date otherwise, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she wants all one hundred pounds of quivering beast launching himself at her.
Actually, that sounds a little too close to exactly what the team’s been doing all month—maybe she’d like it more than I think. I cough to cover up a slight laugh at the thought.
“Come here, Ribbit.” She holds her hand out to him and wiggles her fingers as if trying to beckon him closer.
I open my mouth to warn her that won’t work, that he’s waiting for my command to move, when the little bastard looks up at me with his tongue hanging out of his mouth for only a split second before breaking.
He launches himself hard at her, knocking her on her ass.
My ears go red as I immediately drop to the ground to try to lug him off on her. It takes me a full minute of unsuccessfully trying to dislodge Ribbit from her lap before I realize she’s laughing. Laughing so hard, in fact, that she’s near tears.