Page 38 of Vicarious

I allow her the out. Because at the very least, that might get her to loosen up.

So I down the rest of my drink and say, “That’s if you can keep up.”

“I think you mean, if you can keep up with me.”

She grins, a real one, before downing her drink, waving the server over for another, downing that one and then dragging me to the dance floor. She’s not happy with just being on the outskirts though. She wants to be in the thick of the crowd where the most bodies are. And just like that, our roles are reversed. I’m the one that’s tense and uptight because I’m not comfortable among people like this.

There are too many bodies to get lost in. Too many ways for an enemy to take advantage of me. No easy way to get out in case of some type of an emergency.

Dele either already knows that about me or somehow is able to sense my sudden apprehension. She turns to me, grabs onto my face, and pulls me so close I think she’s going to kiss me before stopping just a hairsbreadth away.

“Just focus on me,” she says.

Then she actually does kiss me on my jaw and down my neck as bodies move all around us. Then she moves back up, nibbles my ear and whispers, “Pretend it’s just you and me, and you’re fucking me with our clothes on.”

Then she presses her body flush against mine and gyrates her hips in time with the beat of the music around us, and I close my eyes and just go with it.

Even before I was married. Before I was an enforcer. Before I had children to raise and a family to take care of, places like this weren’t my scene even though Wyan, Dele, Rev, and whoever else they invited always dragged me along.

A lot of the time, I’d sit at a table and nurse my alcohol. One memorable occasion, Dele and I got into a drinking competition and at seventeen (I don’t know how she got into places like these underage and I never asked), she managed to drink me under the table and had to drag me back home to an infuriated Phae.

But most of the time, I spent it with my eyes on Dele, watching her on the dance floor gyrating with whoever wanted to be her partner at the time. Gorgeous as she’s always been, she was never wanting for a partner. I was never one of those partners. It was always too dangerous to flirt with that kind of temptation. To dance against her like I was fucking her with my clothes on. Because I had no doubt it would have inevitably led to me taking her somewhere to actually fuck her.

Just like I know it’s going to tonight. As she rests her arms around my neck and shoulders, as the tight red dress that looks as good on her as I thought it would look begins to ride up her thighs, as I grow achingly hard against her.

It makes me wonder if she’s not already as wet as I am hard.

So I reach between us to where the front of her dress has ridden up high enough that it’s easy for me to slip my fingers between her legs and press against her pussy, only covered by the thin material of lace panties.

She’s wet. So wet it’s a wonder her panties are still intact. That her arousal isn’t yet running down her tights and making them sticky.

I press my hand harder against her, causing the grip she has on my shoulder to suddenly tighten as she grinds her herself down and against my hand with the beat of the music.

“You want me to fuck you naked,” I whisper to her. “Don’t you.”

Dele doesn’t answer, continuing to grind and gyrate her hips and pussy against the hand I have pressed to her in time with the music. While she grinds, I run my hand back and forth, press my palm against her clit, causing her to let out a moan and use one of her hands to steady herself against my waist.

Eventually, my hand is against her bare pussy, the thin wet lace having been pushed aside in the midst of me rubbing her and her grinding against me. With her entire pussy exposed, I take the opportunity to insert two fingers into her.

I thrust my fingers in and out of her while she grinds herself up and down to meet the thrust of my fingers and buries her face into my neck and groans. But it’s restrained, like she’s trying to hold it back.

“Let it out,” I say. “No one can hear you over the music.”

To emphasize my point, I begin to rub my thumb over her clit as I continue to thrust into her. I don’t know whether she took my words to heart or just can’t help herself, but she lets out a loud moan that I only know is loud because I feel the way it vibrates through my body. The sound of it gets lost into the noise of the louder music.

Dele’s pussy walls clench around my fingers and I feel her body convulse as she presses herself harder against me as she comes. She lets out a moan louder than the last, but that yet again gets lost in the music.

I pull my fingers out of her and adjust her dress. Not that anyone would notice anything as dark as it is and as crowded as the bodies are on this part of the dance floor. In the meantime, Dele takes a moment to catch her breath and steady herself.

“Did I keep up?” I whisper into her ear.

Her response is to lean forward, kiss my jaw, and whisper, “Now I need you to fuck me naked.”

18

Dele

No sooner than I say to Viper, “Now I need you to fuck me naked,” is he helping to lead me off the dance floor. To where, I’m not sure until I see he’s leading me to an exit. My need to be fucked by him isn’t so overwhelming that I forget about Cres and insist that we can’t just leave her.

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