Page 5 of Velvet Sin
But dammit, I had played it safe for so long.Look where it had gotten me.
“Come on.You look a little unsteady.Sit with me.”My arm tingled when he tucked his hand inside my elbow and led me away from the groping, moaning couple.The fact that I could hear them over the music said a lot about how loud they were.There was a sofa closer to the corner, next to an open door.I told myself not to look inside, but how could I help it?
It didn’t shock me the sight of a woman bent over a bench while a man stood behind her and spanked her bare ass.Another man stood in front of her, pumping in and out of her mouth, her hair wrapped around his fist.No, I wasn’t shocked.I was horny.Trembling, breathless.Needy.
“Looking to participate?”He noticed me noticing them, chuckling when I shook my head.“I don’t blame you,” he agreed as we sat with little space between us.“I’ve never been into the public thing.”
“Then what are you doing here?”What a stupid question.It made me sound hopelessly naïve.
His head snapped back a little like he was surprised or maybe confused.“There’s something here for everyone,” he eventually replied.“How about you?What brings you here?”
“It’s a girls’ weekend, me and my friends.This was their idea.I’m too shy to come up with it on my own, you know?”I wasn’t about to confess the divorce.Nobody wanted to hear about it, and I wanted to dredge it up even less.
“What do you think about this place?Honestly,” he added with that playful smirk.
“Honestly, I wish I had the courage to act like everybody else.”Because why not?I could be honest with him.I could say things I would never dream of telling my best friends.
“Why don’t you?”My God, his eyes.I could’ve drowned in them—rich, chocolatey, just like his hair.It looked thick and soft and practically begged for my hands to sink in deep.It had been too long since a man talked to me.Seemed interested in me.Looked at me like I was more than his bang maid, a term I’d never heard before filing for divorce and sort of wished I had once I found it online.I might have seen the light a little sooner, saving me from going through the humiliation that eventually ended us.
“You said it yourself,” I reminded him with a shrug.“I don’t belong here.”
“Is that what I said?”He chuckled, shaking his head.“I don’t think so.”
A delicious, heart-stopping shiver ran through me when he dragged the backs of his fingers up my arm.Nothing that simple should have felt that good.I held my breath, overcome by the sensations he stirred up, tempted to lean closer in hopes he would do it again.
“I only said it’s your first time here, which it is.”His voice was deeper, breathy.
He wants me.It wasn’t just his voice.It was in his touch.How could I have forgotten how good it felt to be wanted, really desired?The man in front of me could easily have had any woman he wanted, with his charisma, charm, and the sensuality that radiated from him.There were so many women here.
Yet he sat with me, his gaze lingering on my mouth.When his nostrils flared and his jaw ticked, goose bumps covered my body, and my nipples went painfully hard.I hadn’t responded like this to a man, any man, in years.Since college.Like I’d found what I was longing for without knowing it existed.
“This is very unusual for me.”There was only a split second of hesitation when he placed a hand on my knee.I didn’t stop him.Why would I when I was so busy reminding myself not to spread my legs wide so he could touch any part of me he wanted?“But I would like to have you alone in one of the private rooms.With the door closed,” he added with a deep chuckle that curled my toes.
His gaze landed on my chest, and his breathing quickened.“So beautiful.The minute I set eyes on you, I wanted to touch you.”His skillful fingers slipped under my hem and inched up my thigh.I bit my lip to hold back a moan while resisting the urge to sink back against the sofa and let him do anything.Everything.I had been fighting so hard for so long to hold it together.He offered release.Pleasure.
I knew one thing for sure by the time he stood, making my heart sink and my pussy throb as he extended a hand to help me to my feet.This was happening.I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t take this chance.It was inexplicable, probably crazy, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about that when the temptation was so strong.With my heart in my throat, I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet so he could lead the way to an empty room two doors down.
The frantic, panicked protesting in the back of my mind was easy to ignore when my body’s needs were so much louder.My heart pounded against my ribs harder once we were alone in a room filled with toys I didn’t recognize and a bench like the one I had seen.
There was barely time to take it all in before his hands touched my waist, and he turned me in place, pulling me close.Strange, but the gesture felt familiar enough to wipe away any lingering doubt about whether this was a good idea.
His breath carried the smell of scotch, a masculine aroma that worked well with his musky, spicy cologne.The urge to soak it in was strong enough to surprise me, but I decided to go with it as his hands slid to my hips, caressing them before exploring my ass.
My lips parted in a gasp that turned into a moan when he lowered his head to run his mouth along my neck.My eyes closed as wave after wave of blistering heat melted me against him.I didn’t stand a chance of resistance, not that I wanted to.
“So sweet,” he whispered in my ear, pulling me close to the erection between us.He was huge, and he clearly wanted me.“Does your pussy taste as sweet as your skin?”
He was cordially invited to find out.I might die if he didn’t, and soon.
At first, the knock at the door left me disoriented.My heart dropped when the stranger's hands left my body, and his lips left my earlobe.“One second,” he growled out, making me shiver again as he went to the door and muttered something I couldn’t hear to the man standing on the other side.
“… won’t leave.Said he knows people and shouldn’t be treated this way.”
“I’ll be right out.”He then hung his head for a second, taking a deep breath that made his shoulders rise and fall.Without turning his head, he said, “I’m sorry.I have to deal with this.I’ll find you when I’m finished.”And then he left, leaving the door open so everyone could see I was standing by myself, my knees shaking, still breathless.
And lucky.
So damn lucky.
