Chapter 16

Molly

The vodka and lime slides easily down my throat and hits my belly with a warm splash. I check the time and notice it’s getting late, but I’m nowhere near tired or ready to go home. I’m waiting for Owen to get back from making his rounds of the evening.

He’s been gone a while, but I don’t mind passing the time with a drink in hand. I’m sitting on a red velvet couch in the VIP lounge, people watching while others mingle on the other side of the door.

I stand up and walk over to the window and look down at the city below. Manhattan is so fucking beautiful at night, all lit up and dazzling.

I sip my vodka and lime again, taking a larger gulp. I look down at it. Fuck, it’s half empty already. Maybe I should slow down and pace myself, but it’s calming my jitters about what to expect from Owen tonight.

I guess I don’t have much time to think it through because in the same instant that I’m wondering what happens next, Owen’s smiling face walks through the door of the VIP lounge.

“Hey,” he says and gives me a wave.

“Hi,” I greet him and move from the window to embrace him in a hug.

He’s warm and burly, and oh so fucking sexy.

He’s wearing a tuxedo and his charming good looks are magnified by his sexy billionaire attitude.

“You clean up nice.”

“You are simply stunning.” He stands back to drink me in.

I feel vulnerable as his eyes scan me up and down.

“Your curves are perfect—just enough.”

“Thanks,” I say and watch him as a mischievous grin spreads across his lips. His eyes are hungry and twinkle like the electric city below us.

“I’m really sorry it took me so long.” He goes into apology mode, genuinely looking sorrowful for making me wait around for him to come back.

“It’s no big deal.” I wave a hand dismissively.

As he slowly approaches me, my breath catches in my throat and I freeze in place for a moment, unable to move from the chemistry swirling around us like a magnet.

“No, really…I’m so sorry,” he whispers and breathes into my neck as he leans in.

His cologne is sexy, his tuxedo suit does him incredible favors, and it’s totally affecting me.

As I stare up at him, I feel a warm and tingly sensation run through my body like a cool breeze on a hot summer day.

“It’s okay,” I whisper back. “I know you have to be an impeccable host to your guests.”

I wonder if he can hear my heart pounding in my chest.

“You’re one of my guests, too,” he says with a grin, and takes another step closer to me.

“Yes…” I trail off, breathing heavily.

“So, I need to make sure you are completely satisfied, too.”

“Oh?” I question him mock-innocently, but I have a feeling, based on his sexual innuendo, that I know exactly what he’s referring to.

“It’s true.” He takes his index finger and thumb and brushes them softly against my cheek, then pulls my hair off my neck. “Now that I’m certain everyone out there feels entertained enough, it’s your turn.”

“My turn for what?” I’m nearly panting now.

The room closes in on me. For right now it’s only me and Owen in existence, in the whole fucking world.

“To feel good,” he responds and wraps his arms around my waist.

He’s muscular and strong and I instantly melt into his arms.

“I do feel good,” I say and smile up at him.

“Your night’s about to get even better,” he says excitedly and moves away, back towards a nearly hidden alcove, where he closes us off from the party by pulling a velvet curtain closed, leaving us tucked away in a private VIP lounge.

We’re alone, but surrounded by people at the same time. It’s private, intimate and sexy, but knowing everyone else is right outside gives me an even bigger sensation of arousal. I’m already fucking soaking wet in anticipation.

“Come here,” he says in a whisper.

My legs have a mind of their own, and I walk slowly towards him, the force emanating from him so strong that it’s pulling me to him without me even thinking.

When I reach him, he gently twirls me around. “You are so fucking sexy, you know that, right?” He looks at me as if he expects me to answer.

“If you think so,” I say.

The next thing I know his breath is icy cool against my neck, sending shivers of erotic pleasure up my spine.

The room goes blurry for a moment as I realize what’s happening. His hands are all over me, frantic with desire as he unzips the back of my dress.

I’m hot, then I’m cold, then I’m full of sexual friction and heat that I crave to have satisfied by Owen.

He kisses my neck and moves down to my breasts, where he plunges his face between my cleavage. I’m not wearing a bra because it doesn’t go with the dress.

I take slow breaths to pace myself as he sucks my tit. I’m gasping, moaning for more, totally entranced by this guy. And I know I’m getting in too deep but I really don’t fucking care. I want him. The need is almost unbearable.

“You’re so sexy,” he breathes as I run my hands through his hair.

He moves me over to the couch and pushes me to a sitting position. He helps me climb out of my dress and tosses it aside.

“What if someone walks in and sees us?” I whisper, feeling utterly exposed.

Owen looks up at me with a devilish, sly grin. “Then they’ll get a fantastic show.”

“Stop it.” I playfully shove at him. “I’m serious.”

“Are you worried about it?” he asks but he doesn’t stop kissing me.

His mouth showers my stomach with slow, delicious licks that make my body tremble and quiver with excitement.

“No.” I shake my head, becoming too addicted to the thrill to worry now.

“Good, because I’m not going to stop until your cum is dripping from that sweet pussy and right into my mouth,” he groans. “Then I’m going to coat my cock in it.”

“Are you going to take off my panties now?” I demand impatiently, biting my lip.

“With my teeth,” he says rakishly.

I instinctively spread my legs to allow him better access. He grazes his fingers softly against my inner thighs, driving me absolutely fucking wild.

“Touch me everywhere,” I beg.

I’m ready to completely surrender myself to him. If anyone stumbles in on us right now, I don’t think I’d even care at this point.

“That’s my girl,” he says, and leans up to kiss my mouth again, hungrily tasting my lips with enthusiasm.

“Kiss me,” I moan softly, but I don’t mean on the lips.

He raises his eyebrows as if he understands exactly what I’m fucking asking him to do.

“I want to taste your sweet nectar. I am going to drink you up, every fucking last drop,” he says, and moves his head down between my legs, making me so fucking crazy as he peels my panties away with just his teeth, just like he promised.

My hips writhe as if they have a mind of their own, and then he’s right back between my legs. He opens my pussy lips with his fingers first and I moan out as I spread my legs wider on the couch.

Owen crouches below me and slides a finger between my sensitive, swollen pussy lips until he finds my clit.

“Fuck, you’re so incredibly wet,” he groans and licks his lips.

“Taste me,” I plead.

“Gladly.” He gives me a wild and cocky grin.

He pushes my legs further apart. He leans his head down and slowly kisses my pussy mound, just the very top.

He’s teasing me and he knows it’s making me crazy.

“Please,” I continue to beg, needing his mouth on my clit.

Finally, with delicate and tender kisses, he puts his mouth on me. I moan out as a creamy, fuzzy sensation crawls its way from my toes to the top of my head. His tongue works vigorously on my pussy lips and clit as if he can’t lick fucking fast enough.

“Oh, yes,” I cry out with pleasure, and arch my back, sinking my body into the plush velvet VIP couch.

I’m all but forgetting that there are hundreds of people just outside that curtain behind us.

Owen ups the game a few seconds later as he pushes another finger into my warm, wet, dripping pussy.

I grab the back of his head and push him further into me, burying his head between my legs.

His finger strokes around inside me, setting up a camp of ecstasy within.

“More, more,” I whisper in a seductive moan as he works his way in my pussy trying to hit every surface he can for the maximum pleasure possible.

He takes his thumb and swirls it around the rim of my asshole which heightens the orgasmic sensation.

“Yes!” I cry out and run my hands through my own hair, then dig my heels into his back while I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze tight, holding on for dear life.

Owen is a fucking sex god right now, and I can’t believe everything I’ve been missing out on with a lover when it comes to how amazing he is at bringing me to climax.

His tongue works magic as he swirls it around in circles. He’s claiming me, possessing me. I don’t want him to fucking stop and I know he won’t until I’ve ascended into the realms of bliss.

It feels so good that I know pretty soon I’m not going to be able to hold onto this building orgasm that with each passing second threatens to erupt and explode within me like lava pouring from a volcano.

His mouth is on me and it’s so fucking intimate. I want to escape, to run from him. But as he continues to work hard on my clit, making me drip faster with warm wetness, I know that there’s nowhere to go. He’d find me. Our connection is real and I feel him wanting to own me. I feel it by his languid kisses along my slit that promise to make me explode fully for him.

“Keep going,” I moan, knowing I’m nearly there.

I dig my nails into the side of the couch and try to moan as quietly as I can, although I’m sure at this point Owen wouldn’t even fucking care if someone walked behind the curtain.

The threat of exposure while we’re doing something so private, so naughty, sends me over the edge.

“I’m coming,” I say through gritted teeth, and tense my body as the ripple effect hits me with a thousand volts of electricity.

My proclamation causes Owen to plunge his fingers in even deeper. He grazes my G-spot and I have to hold onto the couch just to contain the thundering, earth-shattering orgasm that’s rolling one into another. He kisses my clit as his fingers work their magic and drives me insane as the brink of climax seems never ending.

After what feels like several minutes, my body finally stops shaking and trembling from the aftermath of a perfect peak.

I breath in and out, hard and panting as if I’m running a marathon instead of coming down from the best fucking orgasm of my life.

“Wow, you’re fucking amazing,” I say and feel the heat flush my cheeks.

I’m still burning with desire for him and madly desperate for him to fill me with the full length of his rock-hard cock.

“You’re incredible. Fucking gorgeous.” He grins at me darkly. His mouth is wet and glistening with my warm cum and pussy juices.

“Do you want to taste yourself?” He smiles with mischievous wonder.

“Yes.” I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him in for a slow, intimate kiss that causes currents of chemistry and sexual bliss to fill the air between us.

“How are you so good at everything?” I say to him and give him a sexy smile.

He shrugs and looks fucking hot. “I guess I just have a natural talent—for you.”

I laugh and kiss him again, never wanting to let go. “You can use that talent on me anytime you want.”

As we embrace, so close together, I feel his rock-hard cock pulsing against my bare, inner thigh.

“Nobody has come in here yet.” He grins as if he’s proud of his accomplishment.

“It makes me feel crazy to be behind this curtain with you knowing someone could walk in at any moment,” I say, biting my lip.

“You’re so sexy,” he murmurs as he kisses my neck, making me wet all over again.

His cock is throbbing against me, begging to escape his pants.

“Fuck me now.” I look into his eyes with a firm and sexy stare.

His lips spread into a wild grin across his face. “Gladly,” he says, holding my gaze, daring me to escape or to turn away.

I can’t escape him. I never want to.

He unzips and I see that giant cock. I’m wet beyond belief.

I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him near. “Please put that hard cock inside me right fucking now,” I beg.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby, I love it when you beg,” he responds, grabbing his massive cock and pushing it between my legs.

A small cry escapes my lips as I gasp from the incredible sensation of his hard cock tip pushing my wet and sensitive pussy lips apart.

“Fuck yes,” he groans as he pushes all the way inside of me, and I help by moving my hips and climbing on top of him.

He sits down on the velvet couch in the same place I came only moments before. I’m sitting on top of him, my legs wide open while I straddle him.

If anyone walks in right now, they’ll get a nice view.

“Grind on me baby,” he whispers with ferocity.

I move my hips in circles, sultry and seductively driving him wild as he pushes his face between my tits and sucks on my nipples in turn.

“Yeah, fuck baby. You feel amazing,” he says as he grabs my ass, forcing me deeper upon him.

As I grind, my clit throbs with pleasure. I’m getting my fill of him, at last. For once my need is sated. It’s only fulfilled when he’s inside of me, so deep.

“Your cock is so huge,” I breathe out as I arch my back and move the hair off my neck.

“Damn baby, you’re so fucking sexy,” he says as his eyes glaze over with desire for me.

I need him. I want to feel this all the time.

He smiles at me and helps me thrust in and out by grabbing my hips and guiding me up and down on top of him.

I get the sudden urge to be even closer to him, so I wrap my arms around him again and press my body against his, taking in the smell of cologne and sweat as our bodies intertwine and fuse together.

“Harder! Faster!” I cry, and Owen takes complete charge like the perfect alpha male that he is.

He has a look of determination on his face as he works toward his own orgasm. He thrusts harder and hits my G-spot over and over, making me close in on the next climax shockingly fast.

“I’m coming again,” I say in a gasping breath and rock my body back and forth.

He grips my hips and holds me in place so I won’t fall off the couch. I bend down and meet his lips in a passionate kiss. I bite his lower lip and he returns the affection by slamming into me even harder.

While he’s still holding onto my hips, he spins me around so that I’m facing away from him.

“Get on all fours,” he instructs in a groaning voice.

I put my hands on the floor and spread my fingertips apart as I grip the carpet below me.

“I’m going to fuck you in the ass, you naughty girl,” Owen grunts.

Oh God. Yes. I want it so bad, I’m ready to beg for it like a dirty slut. I brace myself for him and moan softly.

“Fuck baby. I don’t know. You’re too big for me.”

He chuckles darkly and spits on his cock before he slides it up and down along my asshole. He grips my hips hard between his large hands.

“Damn,” he groans again.

Then he spreads me apart with one hand and uses the other hand to gather my cum from my dripping pussy and coat my tight little hole with it. Then the world shatters as he pushes his cock inside of me.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he grunts as he takes my ass, filling me up more than I’ve ever been filled before.

I cry out again as if it’s the first time ever feeling him inside of me. It’s perfect. Glorious. Earth-shattering and mind-blowing. Everything you’d expect, then more.

He takes my waist in his hands and thrusts in and out with purpose and passion, grunting as I moan with pleasure.

The pain and pleasure of it all make me feel hazy, dancing on the realms of bliss and desire. The world begins to fade to blackness and I’m coming undone.

“Oh fuck!” he cries without warning. “I’m going to squirt my cum all over your ass,” he says.

He slides his cock out from the friction and the wetness. He slaps my ass hard and it hurts. He does it again and I’m going wild with pleasure. The next thing I feel is his hot load of cum as it sprays onto my skin.

“Oh yeah,” I cry out, loving the delicious sensation.

And just like that, I come with him. I explode and the world swirls. I shut my eyes and feel the intense explosion take over my entire body.

I release and he does too, drizzling the final remnants of his seed all along my backside.

After a moment or two, he collapses next to me as we both lay panting for breath.

“That was fucking...”

“Sensational?” I add.

“Yes,” he says with a smile.

We lie in a crumpled heap. I hear the party happening beyond our little VIP section.

“We better get dressed,” I say, feeling like my Cinderella hour is probably up by now.

“You’re right.” His eyes shine with pleasure as he jumps back into his pants.

“Thanks for a fucking great time,” I say with a laugh. “Would you mind helping me zip my dress?”

“Of course,” he says, and gently brushes his fingertips against the skin of my arm, giving me goosebumps.

He peeks out the curtain and smiles back at me. “Looks like the coast is clear.”

“I can’t believe nobody noticed us,” I comment.

“Me either,” he agrees and takes my hand. “You wanna get out of here?”

“You mean out of the party or this VIP lounge?” I question him.

“Out of the party. Wanna go back to my place?” His eyes sparkle.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Yeah I would actually.”

“Follow me,” he says, and we take off into the sea of people who have no idea that Owen just fucked my brains out in a public place.