Page 80 of Fracture

I laugh and look down at Stella as she turns around between us to face me, her face so innocent for a woman who was just rubbing two cocks in a crowded club.

“You wanna see the VIP room?” I ask her, sweeping her hair from her sweaty skin.

She smiles up at me lasciviously, her hips still grinding against me, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass. “Sure, I’d love to see it.”

I put an arm around her waist and take Levi’s hand, holding them both close as we make our way through the pulsating crowd. The VIP room lies up a winding staircase at the back of the club, its floor to ceiling glass windows giving a perfect view of the sprawling dance floor below.

The bar inside the room isn’t staffed when the bouncer at the door lets us in. Blue lights whir and spin on the other side of the glass, casting a glow over the space. Sumptuous couches are set up around the perimeter of the room, and a raised platform witha silver pole extending to the ceiling stands in the middle of the room.

The music is still loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough to stop any conversation.

“Well, this is nice,” Stella says, sauntering to the windows and gazing down into the club. “Feels very exclusive.”

“Members only,” I say, and head to the bar.

“Yeah, and the members are us, huh?” Levi says with a laugh, walking up behind Stella and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Wonder if they can see us up here? Want to flash them and see?” He grabs the top of Stella’s dress and pulls it down, pressing her breasts against the glass.

She gasps, her head falling back against his shoulder as she laughs out loud. “Don’t you want to save them for yourself? Imagine all those people down there, seeingyourtits.” She turns around, lifting a leg and wrapping it around Levi’s waist, grinding herself against him. “But I guess if you want to fuck me right here and give them a show, we could do that.” She nips at his chin, and Levi groans as he looks over at me.

“How the fuck does she do this?”

I laugh, shaking my head as I pour us all a tequila shot. “Get your asses over here, we need to celebrate.”

“Haven’t we been celebrating the whole time?” Stella asks as she and Levi make their way to the bar, still entwined, his arms wrapped around her waist. “Ooh tequila, it’s getting serious now.”

“Very serious.”

The strap of her dress drops from her shoulder as she reaches for her shot glass, and I can’t help but notice the sheen on her skin, the fabric of her dress straining over her breasts.One last drink. Then, I need to take them both home. The edging is fucking killing me.

We down our shots, and Levi sucks on his teeth. “That taste brings back memories.”

“Sure does!” Stella laughs loudly, and heads for the pole in the middle of the room. “Maybe I should dance for the two of you?”

Levi laughs, hauling me to the couch closest to the dais. “Go ahead, baby girl.”

Stella steps up on to the dais, taking a hold of the pole. “Can we get the music louder in here?” She asks, swaying her hips slowly as she leans back, her hand firmly wrapped around the shiny chrome.

I pull out my phone, and with a few swipes of my thumb, the speakers in the VIP room are pumping out music at a level nearing the one down on the dance floor. Levi puts his arm around me as Stella begins to dance, his hand on my thigh.

“Fuck she’s beautiful,” he murmurs against my ear. “Tell me that door’s locked.”

I turn to him, his sharp, tequila-fresh breath washing over my lips. “It’s locked,guapo. They won’t bother us.”

He gestures at the ceiling. “Cameras?”

Another few clicks on my phone, and the security system for the VIP room is blacked out. “No cameras.”

Levi pulls me in for a kiss, and he tastes clean and cool from the alcohol, his lips warm and soft against mine. “Good.”

He gets to his feet, and ambles over to Stella. She leans down to him with a tipsy smile, and he says something into her ear. Her eyes flash to mine, filling with hunger and lust, and she grabs Levi by the collar to kiss him deeply. His hands run up her dress, pushing it up her thighs, and the resoundingsmackof his hand on her ass is audible even over the music. Her mouth opens against his in a gasp, her mouth quickly twisting into a desirous smile, and I can feel her laugh in my very bones.

My own hand burns with the desire to see her flesh turn pink from my touch, to strike her round ass until she’s wet and begging to be taken. Instead, I clench my teeth together, watching as Levi peels down the front of her dress to reveal her breasts. Turning so he’s sure I can see, he teases one of Stella’s nipples with his tongue, but only for a moment before pulling the dress back up, and saying something to her I cannot hear. She nods, and Levi comes back to my side, sprawling next to me with his hand on my thigh.

“Private show,” he says, and he gently pushes my face so I’m not looking at him, but at her. “Eyes on her, pretty boy. Watch our girl dance for you.”

I groan lightly as his hand brushes over my groin, and Stella begins to dance around the chrome pole like she’s been doing this for years. “Dance for us, you mean?”

“This is all for you,” Levi breathes against my ear, unzipping my pants and taking a hold of my hardening cock. “A reward, to show you how proud we are of you.” He bites my earlobe as he starts to pump me, growling against my skin as I gasp. “Such a fucking good boy, aren’t you?”

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