“I—”
“Don’t talk right now. I’m thinking.” His voice rumbled against her ear, and his hand found the small of her back and pulled her sharply against his firm chest. She couldn’t form words, she was so out of her depth. She didn’t belong here. “Tell me your name.”
“Cara.” She breathed and she felt his hips press against hers and shift to the music, a thrill rushing up her spine as his hand lay against the side of her neck.
“Cara.” Her name sounded like perfection on his lips, and she gasped when he turned her in his arms and pulled her back by her hips against him. His mouth brushed over the skin of her neck where his fingers had been. “Who brought you here, Cara?”
“My roommate. Meredith.” The alcohol bloomed in her bloodstream, and his hand slid across her stomach, and then moved lower. Her heart thundered in her ears. A tiny part of her said she should protest, but it was drowned out by the heat growing deep inside her.
“Meredith. That girl…” He chuckled quietly. “This is not the party for you.” He spoke directly into her ear as his fingers pressed the fabric of the dress between her thighs, rubbing the core of her. A moan slipped from her mouth and she bit down on it. If she wasn’t supposed to be here, she would leave, she should leave.
“I’m sorry?” She felt like she had intruded, unwelcome, on their party. Why had Meredith brought her here? Her head spun with too many concerns until his fingers moved against her again and it short-circuited her thoughts. She was grateful for the darkness of the club, for the press of others around her in the small space, for the fact that she saw a hand slide up the dress of the girl in front of her. Their eyes met and the other girl smiled and rolled her hips. She wasn’t the only one giving in to this.
“Don’t be sorry, Cara. Look around you.” His fingers were more insistent, and she felt tension wrapping around her spine, tightening the muscles in her belly. She forced her eyes away from the other girl who had dropped her head back against the man’s shoulder. Cara wanted to do that, wanted to let this stranger keep touching her, keep pushing her higher. Instead, she looked around the room. The other women were laughing, flirting, confident, brazen — Cara could barely breathe. His voice was clear against her ear, “Tell me what you see.”
“Everyone.”
“Describe them.” He took slow steps back with her, his hips keeping time with the beat of the music until they were nestled in a dark corner against a pillar. His hands left the apex of her thighs and he started to methodically take her hair down, bobby pins raining down on the black floor around her. She couldn’t think as he pushed his fingers through it and shook out her curls over her shoulders. “Your hair is better down, little one.” Her heart was pounding in her chest, she’d never been so turned on by someone touching her hair. She didn’t want him to stop as he pushed the ends over her shoulders. “Cara? I told you to describe them to me.” Her stomach flip-flopped, and she made herself talk.
“Brave. Loud. Gregarious. Flirtatious. They all seem like they know exactly what they’re doing.” She was panting as his fingers tugged the hem of her dress up her thighs, and then returned to the core of her. She whimpered against him, but he laughed.
“Did you just say gregarious?”
“It means—” she started and he cut her off with another laugh.
“Oh little one, I know what it means.” His lips brushed the back of her neck. “You are full of surprises, and you just confirmed for me that this is definitely not the party for you.” He turned her around in his arms and grabbed her face in his hands. His mouth hovered over hers and she leaned forward, but he held her back. She wanted him to kiss her.
Why did she want this man, this stranger, to kiss her?
The pulse of heat that rushed over her as her eyes locked onto his mouth was intense. He moved her backwards until her legs hit a couch and she was forced to sit. This man, this man she didn’t know, sat down next to her and when she moved to cross her legs, his fingers grabbed her thigh and pulled them apart again — and she liked it. A lot. He leaned close to her, his low voice barely audible over the pounding music. “This event is for the party boys, Cara. They want drugs, and drinks, loud music, and pretty, empty-headed girls. And you… you are very pretty, but you are not loud or empty-headed.”
“What party should I be at?” She turned her head towards him, and she couldn’t get a deep breath as his hand slid between her thighs again and she felt his touch. Her hips lifted and she gasped when his fingers slid beneath her underwear. For a moment her nerves made her quail, she couldn’t do this. Could she? Her knees were pulling together and the fingers of his other hand dug into her thigh to stop her.
“A very different party. Tell me, Cara, do you want me to stop?” His touch pressed against her clit and she arched against the couch, his mouth dropping to her throat where he trailed kisses that seared her skin and branded her. The heat inside her was a fire burning away that boring girl, turning that mousy kid she’d been in high school into ashes, and each roll of her hips was scattering those ashes so they would never be recovered again. She was becoming someone new.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.”
“Mmmm.” He groaned against her skin and she opened her mouth to shudder a breath. “That’s a good girl.” He grabbed her chin and turned her face to his and finally kissed her, just as he slid a finger inside her. She jumped, moaning into his mouth, whimpering when his grip tightened on her face to press her back. Another finger joined the first and her hips lifted. He released her suddenly and his mouth was at her neck, his lips and teeth tracing her collarbone as he continued to thrust his fingers and she was quivering, on edge as heat rushed through her. Her lips parted to plead for him to push her over the edge, but his thumb brushed over her clit and the air left her lungs. She whimpered, her body tightening as her orgasm suddenly rose up and crashed over her without warning. She cried out and arched as lights burst behind her eyes and she grit her teeth to try and quiet the moans, tightening her muscles to try and control the shifting of her hips against his touch as she lifted into his fingers again and again.
What was she doing?
Her eyes opened and she gasped. The scene in front of her was insane.
All of this was insane.
She was insane.
All those pretty dresses were pushed up, or pulled down, or in multi-colored pools on the dark floor visible under flashes of light matched to the music. There were girls on their knees, bent over couches, pressed between men whose hands stroked, pulled, and pushed them. The music was so loud. The bass could be felt in the floor and in her chest, but nothing could completely muffle the sighs, the cries, the moans, the shouts, as pleasure rolled through the club like a storm.
“My name is Saif.” His hand was in her hair, and when he tugged it back to make her look at him, she moaned. Whatever he was doing to her, she liked it, she liked it a lot. She wanted more. “Say it for me.”
“Saif?” Cara wasn’t sure why it was a question, but it was. The realization that she’d let a man make her come, in public, on a couch, in a club, without even knowing his name shook the foundation of who she thought she was.
Try calling me boring now.
“Yes?” His dark eyes scorched her, and she felt how slick she was between her thighs. Her juices were soaking her panties, sliding down her ass and making the leather under her wet and slippery, his touch glided inside her again, and then he thrust sharply and she winced a little and lifted her hips.
She liked that too. She wanted him to do that again, but harder.
“I—” Cara didn’t know how to say it, to ask for it, she’d never said anything even remotely like what she was thinking, so she bit her lip and his dark gaze broke from hers to look past her. A man with steel colored eyes sat down on the other side of her and Saif let her turn her head towards him.
“Hello Grant, this is Cara.” Saif spoke in that smoothly cultured voice and Grant leaned forward and kissed her boldly, runni
ng his hand over her dress and cupping her breast. She was shocked for a second, her muscles tense, but Saif trailed a soothing touch down her arm. Cara found herself kissing him back, the hum of the man’s moan against her mouth was as exhilarating as Saif’s fingers still moving inside her, slowly, steadily. The man broke the kiss and Cara couldn’t catch her breath as her heart pounded against her ribs.
“You always find the loveliest girls, Saif.” Grant leaned over her and Saif removed his fingers. She opened her mouth to protest but he used his grip in her hair to pull her back against his chest. With a nudge he shifted his back against the arm of the couch so she was facing Grant. He’d called her lovely. He wanted her. They both wanted her. His eyes were hungry as they dipped over her body. She couldn’t speak, there weren’t words as Grant’s hands started at her knees and pushed her thighs apart to make the bright red of her dress ride up higher until the red lace of her very wet panties was evident. His steely gaze locked on hers and her breath caught as his fingers dipped under the edges of lace and pulled them down her legs. He tucked his hands behind her knees and pushed them towards her chest, making her blush as she was completely exposed in the flashing lights. Grant licked his lips as he tugged the panties over her heels, and then he pressed his hips between hers.
He was hard. Really hard. And she was soaked, slippery, and likely ruining his very nice dress pants. She rocked her hips against his anyway, and his groan as he braced an arm against the back of the couch made her feel powerful. She wasn’t the nerdy science girl right now, she wasn’t boring — she was a fucking sex goddess.
“Please?” She hadn’t even realized she was going to speak, and her quiet plea didn’t sound quite like a sex goddess, but the wolfish grin that spread across Grant’s face was all male satisfaction.
“You ready to party, baby girl?” Grant sat up and started to undo his pants with bravado. Cara twisted her head to look at Saif who just narrowed his eyes a little at her like he was analyzing her. He wasn’t going to give her direction, not like Cara had any idea why he would. Why had she looked to him as if for permission? Saif tugged her hair harder and she bucked her hips into the empty air above her. He chuckled in her ear as Grant fumbled with his belt, he’d clearly had a bit to drink.
“Think of him as a warm-up, Cara, that is, if you want this.” Saif’s voice was meant only for her, his lips pressed to the shell of her ear. A warm up for what? Grant’s cock was standing up in front of him as he stroked it, a condom rolling down with a smooth movement of his hand.
“Come on, baby girl. Tell me you want it.” Grant leaned forward over her and she pressed back harder against Saif, and Saif’s fingers tightened in her hair as his other hand pushed the neckline of her dress down until her breasts popped free. He lazily rolled her nipple between his fingers and then pinched until she moaned. Grant licked his bottom lip as he stared down at her, waiting for her. For her. He wanted her.
“I— I…” Not boring. “I want it.” Cara answered them both.
Grant lined up and thrust hard inside her and she arched, tightening around him. It had been months, and Matthew had never been like this with her. Nothing had ever been like this before. The moans coming from the room seemed to grow louder as he started to thrust inside her, and her own joined the cacophony. Saif’s hand cupped her breast and pinched her nipple again lightly, and she twisted her head to the left. Cara tried to stifle the moans as they rose up in her, but her mouth opened when she saw a girl on all fours just ten feet away. The girl’s head was buried between a woman’s legs in a skirt suit bunched around her waist who was sitting on the edge of a chair. Behind the girl there was a man kneeling and thrusting inside her.
This was impossible. This place couldn’t exist.
Saif’s touches and Grant’s thrusts were driving her higher, his cock splitting her, filling her, and making her shiver and moan. Her hips rolled up against him and he groaned and thrust sharply which made Cara cry out as pleasure tinged with the ache of his strong thrusts filled her up.
“You look beautiful like this.” Saif’s voice purred against her skin, her mind an electric web of sensation, and pleasure, and the aching tension growing inside her. Grant moved to kiss her but Saif craned her neck back so that Grant’s mouth couldn’t find hers. She moaned and then Saif covered her mouth again, her hips rocking harder to meet Grant thrust for thrust as she fought to keep her lips against Saif’s mouth, so his tongue could continue to touch hers. Grant took her nipple into his mouth instead, the tugging making her clench her fists at her sides and moan against Saif’s lips. He was hard against her back, his mouth and his body telling her he wanted her. She was wanted. She—
A sharp thrust and she broke the kiss, biting her lip as her fingers dug into Saif’s thighs. His hands wrapped around her wrists and pulled her hands back, the position made her arch her back and lifted her breasts against Grant’s seeking mouth.
“Fuck.” Grant released her nipple and sat up, his hips starting to really pound against her, his thick cock stretching her with each deep thrust as he sought his pleasure. Cara found her head back against Saif’s shoulder, staring up at him as she was closer and closer to coming, that fierce edge within reach - and then Grant slammed into her and held there as his cock jerked inside her. His breath let out in a huff, and Cara whined as she was denied the orgasm that was so close, her hips lifting uselessly. Grant smiled down at her and ran his hand between her breasts and over her stomach. “Thanks, baby girl. You are incredibly hot.” Then he slid from her and she watched as he took care of the condom and began to tuck himself away. Her knees closed, but Saif’s hand was suddenly there, rolling her clit as Grant’s mouth opened and he stayed to watch, sitting between her knees.
“I want you to come for me, Cara. I want to feel your pussy come all over my hand, and Grant here is going to watch me give it to you. Be a good girl.” Saif’s voice was against her ear again and she gasped. His words pooled heat between her legs, she wanted to say something brave back, but words wouldn’t form. This was new to her, and insane. No one talked like that, did they? She groaned and bucked against his hand as his touch brought that almost painful tightness to her muscles again. She shivered, the movement of her hips growing more urgent, each shift driving for just a little more friction as the tension coiled tighter. Grant’s hands found the insides of her knees and pushed her thighs farther apart, and she whimpered as a crippling wave of pleasure rose up. It snapped and she cried out and arched as she came hard. Saif kept his word, each roll of his hand against her clit, each slide of his fingers inside her had her gushing and squirming, her legs shaking as she panted.
As Cara came down from the high of the orgasm Grant pushed a hand through his hair and laughed. “Jesus, I love this place. I’m getting another drink.”
Saif’s fingers slid from her and he held them in front of her mouth, she turned to look at him but his other hand wound in her curls and held her head still. “I want to watch you taste yourself.”
Cara blushed, her knees easing back together as she could smell her arousal. His fingers brushed her lips and she felt her brows pull together in indecision. “Umm—”
“Do it, Cara.”
She found herself opening her mouth and his fingers slipped between her lips. She tasted the tang of herself, the evidence of the pleasure he had given her. His groan against her ear was its own reward, and she squirmed back against his erection. Didn’t he want her as well? Her tongue traced against his fingers, and she gently sucked them into her mouth. When he pulled his fingers away he kissed her, his tongue dipping into her mouth and she moaned with the realization that he was tasting her as well. When he stopped the kiss, she whispered in a moment of uncharacteristic bravery. “Don’t you want me?”
Saif grinned at her. “I absolutely want you, Cara. I want to fuck you, I want to taste you, I want you completely naked, but not here.” He lifted his hips and the movement pressed his erection more fully against her back, then he dropped to the cou
ch again. He held a business card in front of her, white on one side, black on the other, and she took it. The paper was thick, the font dark and serifed. On the white side it read ‘Aphrodisia, Limited’ across the center, and the back held a single phone number with a local area code in stark white font. “You have a choice to make, Cara. When you leave tonight, you can call that number and leave a message saying you met me. Leave your name, your cell phone number, and your address. If you do that, we will see each other again, at a very different kind of party, and you won’t be wearing something that makes you look this cheap — because you are not cheap.”
Her mouth opened, but his thumb brushed across her lips to hush her. His eyes were devouring her, and she realized the dress wasn’t really covering her at all anymore.
“Or, you can leave, not call, and never do anything like this ever again. But I have people who would worship you - your skin, your dark hair, your wide blue eyes, your pouty lips, your sweet pussy.” Saif smiled at her. “And they value what’s between your ears as much as what’s between your legs, because you have to be smart with how you deal with them, how you respond to them. No silly, foolish girls allowed.”
“I—” She started, and he cut her off again. He shifted her off his lap, letting her rest back against the couch, his dark eyes blatantly moving over her mouth, her breasts, and down to the pool of fabric at her thighs.
“Think it over. Have another drink before the party ends. Decide what you want, Cara. It’s your life.” Saif leaned down and kissed her hard, her moan pouring into his mouth, and then he left her there. Breathless, and dizzy, and half-dressed, and with more questions than she had answers to.
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