I DON’T KNOW what I was thinking letting Trish talk me into coming with her to this party. It’s not just any party and certainly not your average run-of-the-mill college party either. No. Tonight’s party consists of lots of sweaty, naked bodies of all shapes and sizes living out their desires or fantasies, while others watch. Well, some anyway. Others went their own ways, to more private areas.
My dear friend is a free spirit and loves to explore all things erotic or what is considered taboo. She loves to test the limits, so to speak. I wouldn’t classify myself as a prude really, I’m just not quite as free spirited as her, and would never in a million years have guessed I would see myself at one of these types of places, but here I am; glad that I came. It’s very liberating. Freeing even, as I meander around almost naked, nothing but a scrap of thread covering my most prized part and highly aroused from what I’ve been witness to in the last couple of hours. I’m very much enjoying myself.
Deciding to go exploring, I left the many sweaty, lust-ridden bodies in the main room and headed for the door. As I walked down the plush hallway of the beautiful mansion I noticed a door slightly ajar, and my imagination shifted into overdrive. I didn't want to spy on people, that isn’t who I am. Then again, I’m not the type of person to be at a party like this either. Yet, here I am, making my way down the hallway in nothing but a black lace thong. The door being cracked, like it is, calling to me like a siren calls to her victims.
I had seen so much in the last couple of hours; it left me yearning to find out what else I could discover, so I walked closer to the slightly opened door. Hesitating for only a fraction of a second while my subconscious tried to reason with the devil within, until temptation was driving my actions. Curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn't help myself anymore. The calling too strong to ignore any longer.
I peeked through the door and was mesmerized by the scene unfolding in front of my eyes. As a small gasp slipped past my lips, I instantly felt a pang of arousal hit my clit. My hand flew over my mouth, to avoid any further noises from slipping out; hoping to god they didn't hear me.
I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be standing here watching, but I can't move. My feet are frozen in place, and I can't tear my eyes away. I never thought I would ever say this, but damn that is so hot, it had me wondering if they would mind if I joined them.
What the fuck is wrong with me, of course they would mind, and for more than one reason, I’m sure.
I continued to be a voyeur standing at the door, secretly turned on from watching the two god-like creatures before me. Or so they should be gods with how beautiful they are.
One of the two men sank to his knees in front of the other, every muscle in his back, flexing as he did. I daydream what it would be like to run my tongue up his well-defined back, from ass to neck.
He was on his knees in front of another perfectly built male, with a V sure to make anyone come on the spot, just from the sight. He had to be the most ridiculously gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on in my life. He had black hair, and from what I could see, a five o’clock shadow from not shaving for a couple of days. Though I couldn’t make out the color of his eyes, I didn’t care, he had me from the minute I laid eyes on him. Confidence and control, oozing from his pores.
The man standing had his arms hanging to his sides and was looking at the one knelt before him like he was going to devour him. His eyes were dark and hooded. His stare so hot, it's a wonder the man kneeling didn't burst into flames, because I felt like I might, and he’s not even looking at me. A chill ran through me, leaving goosebumps across my skin in its wake.
They stared at one another for just a beat before the man standing gave the man kneeling at his feet a small nod, as if he were giving him a silent command. The next thing I knew, what appeared to be the submissive man on his knees, reached up, palming Mr. Gorgeous’ ass, pulling him closer, taking his entire length slowly into his mouth. A hiss sliding past the other’s lips, gripping his head in his hands. As the submissive man started his slow torturous rhythm, taking his bulging cock deep into his mouth a few times, the man he was pleasuring, with his eyes closed tight, let his head fall back with a guttural moan. Ecstasy clearly written all over his face.
A small muffled whimper tried to escape past my hand, but I couldn’t let that happen, so I pressed my hand harder against my mouth. My body on fire from what I was witnessing.
I continued my voyeurism, pretending I was right there with the pair. Dipping my hand into my panties, imagining it was Mr. Gorgeous’ hand instead of my own; I started slowly toying with my clit, while I watched the man on his knees suck the other’s cock.
His pace quickened, more desperate, as though his life depended on the Adonis coming down his throat, and so did mine. My fingers on my clit mirrored his fevered actions, flicking my magic button just as fast as his head bobbed up and down.
His tongue swirled around the head of the other’s dick, and I plunged two fingers into my pussy. This time I was so turned on and desperate for release, I was unable to stifle the moan that echoed through the hall. As my eyes closed from the sensation.
“Stop.” A lethal growl pulled me from the haze of my selfish pleasure.
Immediately, standing straight up, I pulled my hand from my panties, and watched the sinfully gorgeous man stalk toward the small crack in the door. Heading directly for me. Fuck, I scolded myself, pure adrenaline taking the wheel as he got closer and closer to me, until he opened the door the rest of the way, and my eyes got lost in the sea green of his.
“Like what you see darlin’?” His raspy, deep voice dripping with sex.
Adrenaline mixed with nerves, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. A little ashamed at the fact I felt no guilt at all for watching. I certainly can’t tell him I have been secretly hoping he would pull me in to join them, so just what the fuck do I say to that. I should just find Trish and go, but I don’t want to.
“Uh...uh...I'm sorry...I was...I was just… I’m sorry, I should go.” Tripping over my own words from being caught with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar… ok, my pussy, as well as his close proximity to me.
He was standing in the doorway completely naked, and I could clearly see every inch of him. His dick never lost focus and was still hard as a rock. I had no control over my body at that point. My eyes had a mind of their own, and traveled down and back up his body, drinking in every delectable inch of him.
“If you wanted to watch…” He stepped closer; so close I could feel his warm breath on my skin. He was standing right in front of me with a hungry gleam in his eye, as if I was to be his next meal. The next thing I knew, he put his mouth on my breast sucking it slowly, deep into his mouth. His tongue working my nipple over as desire surged through my veins, before giving it a little nip and releasing it. “All you had to do was ask,” he said wearing a wolfish grin. “Come.” Stepping aside, outstretching his arm, motioning for me to enter the room.
It was as if I was in a trance, and before I could make up some lame excuse why I couldn’t, my feet were already in motion. Floating through the air, at least that’s what it felt like. The door closing behind me pulled me out of my trance, and I noticed the other man was still on his knees, in the same spot. His hands on his thighs, and head down.
I will admit I am naive, but I know what that posture means, and I shouldn’t be here. I am a strong, independent woman. I certainly don’t want or need a man telling me what to do, or treating me as if I’m his pet, for that matter. No fucking thank you. Tonight, has been great. I have never felt more alive or free, but free and liberating do not mix with a sadist, dominant or whatever they are called.
“Look, I’m sorry.” Turning to look at him. “I…” slamming right into his chest of steel.
Fuck he was so close, invading all my senses, yet again, and it was very unnerving.
“You were saying?” His voice was so smooth; it was something akin to a spell he was casting upon me.
Every time he opened his mouth, it was as if he was already controlling me, and I couldn’t stop it from happening. My body responded to him, every fucking time, whether I wanted it to or not, and he knew it. It’s time to go.
I lifted my head, so we are eye to eye when I tell him, but when our eyes connect, in that sparkling sea of green, it feels as though it’s the Fourth of July, and I was frozen in place. All I could do was stare, with my mouth agape. I got lost in his beautiful greens full of mystery, and I found myself wanting to ask questions. Who is he? Who is this man who has rendered me speechless for the third time in less than fifteen minutes?
I studied him, noticing he looked older than me, but not too old. His thick black hair was short on the sides and back but just a little longer on top. It almost resembled a military cut but there was enough hair on top that I could run my fingers through it. His beautifully long and perfect eyelashes bringing out the color of his eyes even more. If that’s even possible. The stubble on his face had me wanting to reach out and run my fingers down his jaw.
“Ahem.” The sound of him clearing his throat bringing me back to reality. Only briefly, because this time when he spoke, we were touching. Skin on skin. His hand on my arm caused a thousand jolts of electricity to surge through my body, and every hair on my body was standing at attention. “You what, darlin’?” His touch, mixed with his smooth baritone voice, and I was dripping.
Fuck, I must get out of here, right now. This shit can’t possibly be happening. I want to smack him across the face for having this hold on me.
I take a deep breath to calm my rapid pulse, before looking over at the man still kneeling on the floor completely silent, to convince myself that I’m making the best decision. When I see him on the floor like that, like a toy you just flip the switch to turn on, I know I am. At least I think I am. Squaring my shoulders, to appear more confident than I am, I turn my focus back on Mr. Wizard.
“Look, I’m sorry for being a peeping Jane.” My face deceiving me as it burns from embarrassment and arousal, praying that he can’t see through my façade, but I continued, “I really am, but I shouldn’t have come in. I came with someone tonight, so I’d better be going before she starts to wonder where I am.” Giving him a polite smile, I tried to make my way to the door.
As he closed the distance between us, with a cocky smirk, the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t going to accept the excuse very easily, if at all, and I knew I was in trouble. When he stopped in front of me he was so close I could feel his breath feathering across my face, sending a shiver down my body from head to toe. He just stood there looking me up and down slowly taking in my nakedness, as he trailed a finger ever so lightly down my arm, and back up again before leaning in and talking into my ear.
“Your friend doesn’t care where you are at all.” Pausing, he pulled back just enough so his eyes rested on mine. I was stunned he would make such a bold statement. How dare he. He doesn’t know me at all. I wanted to protest but no words came. “In fact, your friend is currently too lust ridden, enjoying the many pleasures she’s being given, to even notice you have strayed.”
How the fuck does he know where or what Trish is doing? He’s such an arrogant bastard, and I want to spit in his face, but what my brain wants and what my body wants are two entirely different things.
My body screams for him to just throw me down and take all he wants, but I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be. I don’t want to be, but I am so turned on by his confident, cocky, arrogance. My nipples so erect it’s almost painful, and my pussy throbs with want.
I should slap him. I should demand him not to make such presumptions. I should leave. I need to go. But I can’t. I cannot form words let alone try to make my feet move from the spot they are cemented to. Stuck in a war between my body’s desire for this delicious stranger and my brain.
While submerged in the battle waging within, I had completely forgotten there was another man in the room, who is now standing behind me. So close I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. His own arousal resting against my ass.
Whoa! What? When the fuck did this happen? I was in such a trance I never even heard the stranger speak. Did he? Surely he must have, releasing the man on the floor, and summoning him to where we stand. I need to snap out of this lusty haze and get a fucking grip. I knew with certainty I wasn’t leaving the minute I felt warm lips on the base of my neck, strong hands on my shoulders, and the delicious stranger that so intensely held my gaze spoke.
“Certainly, your friend wouldn’t deny you the pleasures we intend to give you, now would she.” It was more of a statement, in his deep husky voice, than a question. A squeaky moan slipping past my lips, as his mouth claimed my nipple with force.
My eyes closed as my head fell back gently onto the chest of the stranger behind me, sealing my fate, as I threw caution and any sense of reason to the wind. Bending to my body’s desire and giving myself freely to these two strangers who were wreaking havoc, invading all my senses.
Four strong hands roamed freely across my skin, caressing, massaging, and tugging. Two warm mouths hungrily devoured every inch of my flesh licking, sucking, biting. My moans of pleasure filling the room from the onslaught of pleasure they were raining down on me.
Everywhere. My back, my front, all over, from every direction, all at once. Everything happened so fast there wasn’t room for thinking. All I could do, all I wanted, was to take in all the intense sensations and let them do whatever they wanted to me. Take all they were offering and not look back. I was ready to come within minutes, but I didn’t want to yet. I was so greedy for more.
So much more.