Chapter 10 Constance #2
We step inside and my jaw drops. The VIP section is a whole damn experience.
The booth is huge, with a plush half circular seating arrangement surrounding the dance floor.
There’s a floor-to-ceiling wall of champagne chilling behind plexiglass, LED-lit ice buckets cradling gold bottles, and servers standing at attention, waiting to fulfill any order for whatever we want.
Pyper’s cousins are already at the bar again while Pyper’s dragging me to the dance floor, white girl dancing, and hell, I do it with her. Because this isn’t sexy, shake ya tail feather music. Nah bitch, we up in here listening to some techno remix of Britney Spears, and the girls are gagged, okay!
I don’t know how long we dance, but my dogs start barking, and I have to slink away from Pyper ass who just handed me another shot.
I feel tipsy like a mother fucker as I stumble over to a door with the same Russian words and I enter, sighing when the music is just a bit quieter here, but the bass is felt more for some reason.
I want to slink to the floor completely exhausted, but I feel arms grab me from both sides. When my eyes pop open, I’m shocked to see Nadya and Dimitri.
Nadya is in a red leather dress with a long, blonde braid curled like a rope down her back, while Dimitri is in a fitted black-on-black turtleneck and blazer, looking like sex in human form. Being in the room alone with them has my heart fluttering and my already hazy mind buzzing.
“Wh-what are you guys doing here?” I ask because I know they didn’t come with us on the bus.
“Oh, we arrived a bit after you guys,” Nadya smiles, dancing to the somewhat muffled music.
“Da, vee have zhree rooms here. All of zhem are connected, each vit a private vindow.” Dimitri knocks around the glass where I can see Pyper and the gang, dancing, having a great time.
“Oh…”
“Da, Pechenye! So dance vit us! It vas fun vatching you dance! Now you dance vit us!” Nadya says, voice silky as she wraps her arms around me.
“I—”
“Vhat? You don’t vant to?” I jump, feeling Dimitri murmur pressed against my back, both of them swaying, and they call this dancing?
Jesus.. feeling them up against me has me realizing just how much my body missed them.
Nadya’s sexy softness and Dimitris’ boyishly handsome ways.
My heart thump and I swallow, peeking outside to see Pyper chugging back shots in her own world.
“I… I guess i-it wouldn’t h-hurt to dance a little,” I whisper and they both swoop on me like vultures, grasping my hips, grinding against me to the music until it slows, creating an atmosphere that feels hypnotic… f-fuck!
Nadya presses her chest to mine, her arms firmly wrapped around my neck, and I swear I can feel her lips moving as Dimitri’s hands slide around my waist, right to the lower part where he grips my hips and grinds his dick against my ass. Well, shit…
Both of their hands roam over my body as the beat slows, making me grow stiff.
“Relax, Pechenye,” Nadya murmurs in my ear, her lips brushing my skin as she grinds slowly and lazily into me.
“We got you,” Dimitri echoes in the other ear, his voice just as low, yet deep and dangerous, both of them making my pressure rise and making the blood rush from what my brain straight to my pussy.
“Ughn! I… I can’t,” I murmur, panting, feeling like a sex feen around them.
I can’t fucking breathe.
Their bodies move against me in perfect rhythm.
They have me caught in the middle while my hips find the beat before my mind catches up, my clit buzzing with the bass.
I feel Nadya press her lips along the pulse in my neck, making me shudder, forcing me head to lull back against Dimitri’s shoulder as he pulls me into a kiss.
I gulp, unable to think as I follow along, moving to whatever rhythm they sway me into, Nadya’s hands cupping my breast while she sucks on my neck and Dimitri grinds harder, dry humping the fuck out of me with his hand pressed against my belly while he sucks on my tongue.
“Mmm…” He whispers along my lips. “I see vhy Misha is obsessed,” he growls, kicking my heart up a notch when Nadya slides her hands in my dress, playing with my nipples.
I feel everything… her fingers on my breast, his mouth on mine, his hands gliding down my belly straight to my pussy, where he skirts past my thongs, rubbing circles where I ache the most.
“Uhhaahhhh fuck,” I moan, wondering how the fuck did I even get in this situation as I try to pull away…
“I… I sh— Ugnnn! Sh-shit I should g-go,” I stammer. I said I wouldn’t get involved anymore, but Dimitri’s hands slide further in my panties and Nadya slurps my nipple into her mouth.
“Vhy?” Nadya flicks her tongue, biting my nipple, standing and wrapping her arms around my neck, fisting her hands in my hair.
“W-w… I… uhm… I” I choke on my words as Dimitri plays with my clit, making it so I can’t even form a sentence.
But it’s not like she wanted to hear my reason anyways as her lips swoop on mine, soft, sweet, and hot, tasting like something fruity, unlike the hard whiskey I tasted on Dimitri’s lips.
The contrast has me burning enough to melt me from the spine out.
“C-can’t they see us?” I ask, and Nadya shakes her head.
“Is two vay glass, but vee have to press zhat for zhem to see, Pechenye,” she tells me as she points to a button nearby. Still, that does nothing to calm my heart.
Her tongue wraps around mine, and my hands glide down her lithe back. I gasp when I feel Dimitri slide down my body, pressing gentle kisses to my back, my hips, and my ass before bending me forward, lifting my dress, and sliding his tongue over my ass, startling me.
“Dimitri…” I start, but Nadya swallows the sound, deepening the kiss, then murmuring against my ear.
“Play vit my pussy, Pechenye. It missed you.”
The feel of Dimitri’s tongue and him sucking my asshole has me doubling over while he plays with my pussy. Nadya’s hungry lips take mine and I can’t help but shyly cup her titty and pussy, making her whimper while I pinch her nipple.
The harder I pinch, the more breathless her whimpers become. My legs feel like they will collapse at any moment from how delirious I feel, but I want to feel her pussy on my hands… on my tongue. I want to taste her…
As his tongue licks a stripe up my slit, and my whole body seizes, heart racing as he moans into my pussy, eating it from the back while I slide my hands into Nadya’s panties. The moment I do, I choke when I feel how wet she is.
“Fuck…” I groan, sucking her tongue into my mouth while grinding against Dimitris’s tongue, sliding in easily and fucking Nadya with three fingers.
“Ughn! Da! D-don’t stop, Pechenye. Fuck me!
” Nadya whimpers, and I’m panting, rocking, tangled between them, losing what little semblance of sanity I have.
Heat crawls up my spine, and my stomach dips, pussy clutching.
Suddenly, like a moth floating to its death, I drag my eyes over to the window, noticing there’s a light on, and behind the glass, I see him. Mikhail.
What little breath I have flees, my legs damn near give out, and we fall on the sofa, but it’s like our bodies are too hungry to stop.
Nadya wraps her legs around my head and her pussy is on my lips as my tongue massages her insides while Dimitri slides in my pussy slow and steady, grunting as he rocks me, but my eyes are on him…
I squeeze Nadya’s titties hard, making her shudder and cum on my tongue, holding them as an anchor while Dimitri fills, me making my eyes roll to the back of my head, arching my back to take him further.
Over the music, I listen to the smacking of and his grunts, my pussy clenching against Dimitri while I eat his fiancé’s pussy, and my eyes watch Misha, who’s casually in the other room with a cigar between his lips and a glass of something brown in his hand, eyes locked on me.
His jaw is tight, and his legs are spread wide in that throne-like seat. His presence is like an addiction I can never grow tired of.
“UGHNNNN, FUCKKK!” I suck Nadya’s clit harder as Dimitri growls, swirling his hips, and Mikhail leans forward.
He takes a slow drag of his cigar and downs the rest of his drink as we spiral, Nadya cumming in my mouth, me clenching around Dimitri, milking him bone dry, panting and I see him grin, watching intently.
I pull Nadya into a kiss, tasting each other, as Dimitri collapses on my back, panting.
The way he licks his lips. The way his chest rises like he’s about to snap as I explode, writhing, trembling, gaping at his dark, possessive, almost proud smirk on his face once more before the lights cut out and the window goes black.