Page 80 of Chasing Storm
He takes full advantage, wrapping his arms around me, his tongue duelling with mine.
We move to the dance floor, once again, with all eyes on us. I feel a ping of anticipation as we stop. JP moves behind me, pressing his body close to mine, moving to the music, his hands on my hips. I sway against him, things heating up dramatically. I’m electrified with pleasure, a daring thrill and an intensity I never thought I’d experience.
The music is loud and pulsing, the lights flashing as the people dance. I feel a wave of excitement as I look around, taking in the sight of the beautiful people around us, enjoying the night and feeling the energy of the evening. I’ve been here a few times, and the atmosphere has always been electric. Tonight, feels different, though, as if there is an extra energy in the air.
JP’s cock is digging into me as he sways behind me. He is wearing a sleek black suit, his blue eyes dark and intense. Thatcher and Josh move in, dressed in similar black suits. They form a triangle around me. They all look smoking hot, and I’m proud that they’re mine. They smile at me, and I feel a surge of pleasure rocket through me. I know something exciting is going to happen, and I want it. I’m ready for it.
JP presses his warm lips to my shoulder, kissing and nipping me gently. I’m intoxicated by his touch.
His hands explore my body as they all move in closer. My heart races, a thrill of anticipation mixed with a daring sense of something new. They are shielding me from view, their arms around me, their hands trailing over my body as we dance ever closer.
Every nerve is electrified as their hands move hungrily over my body. I gasp and moan, the intensity of their touch in such a public place more than I could’ve imagined.
We move in a slow, sensual rhythm.
JP’s hands drop to my thighs. He slides up the dress, slipping his hand between my legs.
“Fuck,” I breathe when his fingers brush over the lacy material of my knickers.
“Do you want this, princess?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I pant, so, so ready for him to touch me in my most intimate place while everyone around us is none the wiser. I find I don’t even care if anyoneisthe wiser. That’s what makes it so hot. “Fuck, yes.”
He pushes my knickers aside. I tremble in their arms as Thatcher and Josh move even closer. I arch my back and wrap my arm around the back of JP’s neck, relishing his mouth in the sensitive part of my neck. I let out a soft moan, which vibrates my throat, causing him to growl softly. It’s possessive, and when his teeth graze over my skin, I nearly climax without any added pleasure.
JP lightly touches my pussy, sliding his finger over my slippery clit.
I gasp, but Thatcher’s mouth muffles it as he kisses me, his hand cupping the back of my neck. At that moment, JP thrusts his fingers inside me, and my knees buckle.
But my men are there to hold me up. JP fucks me relentlessly in the middle of the dance floor with his fingers coated in my arousal. This public claiming of me in every way is so hot.
I moan in delight when Josh’s fingers join JP’s and then Thatcher’s. The pleasure builds until it finally breaks free through me, making me shudder with lust. I’m trembling, a light sheen of sweat on my skin as my orgasm shivers through me.
My climax is intense. It lasts a few moments before it melts away. There is a wave of relief as my tension fades and a sense of satisfaction as the pleasure lingers. The guys withdraw their fingers, releasing me from their sexy embrace. JP pushes his wet fingers into my mouth, and I lap at them until they’re clean, smiling shyly with a mixture of awe and love.
JP returns my gaze and smiles wickedly, his eyes twinkling with the shared pleasure and excitement we have just experienced. I know this isn’t where it will end. He will require my services to him in public somewhere, sometime in the future. I’m happy to oblige. This was daring and thrilling. I got off on that as much as I did the finger-fuck. He took a fantasy I never knew I had, and made it come to life in the most sensually perfect way possible. He leans in and kisses me, his lips lingering on mine, tasting my cum. I grab Thatcher’s hand and suck his fingers into my mouth, cleaning them as well, enjoying his growl of pleasure, before I do the same to Josh. We are all still breathing heavily, the air around us filled with the scent of sex and my pleasure. A sense of wonderment falls over me as I look around the club, the lights and the music rushing back to me as I feel a sense of contentment and joy. This has been an intense, thrilling experience, and I can’t wait to up the ante next time. It’s a game, fulfilling fantasies which I love.
I pull them closer to me, making sure they all hear me when I murmur, “I love you.”
48
STORM
Aweek or so later, after the guys had to go back home, if, for no other reason than they were driving me crazy in the enclosed space of my tiny flat, I’m walking to work alone today. I miss their company, but it’s also refreshing to just be quiet and have my thoughts.
I’m greeted by a familiar face, though, when I arrive, to my surprise.
Cheryl is hovering, her hand white knuckling her bag as she paces up and down outside my parents’ practice.
“Hey,” she says, marching up to me when she sees me. “Can we talk?”
“Everything okay?” Right, that’s it. I’m turning into my mother.
“Noooo!” she wails and flings her arms around me.
I hug her back but then pull away and lead her over to a bench near the entrance with a big flowerpot next to it.
We sit, and she drops her head into her hands.
