thirteen Selena #3
He lifts me, and I stand before him. He unzips my dress, slowly, like he’s unwrapping evidence. His hands are rough, but his mouth is careful. When he bites my shoulder, I gasp, and he makes a sound low in his throat, something like approval.
“We like to watch everyone at the club. It’s part of our own fantasy. We have a rule that we don’t hook up with patrons, but my brother blew that rule out of the water with his now-fiancée. I can’t give you her name,” he says, licking my neck.
I don’t say anything, too afraid that he will stop both talking and this hot sexual venture.
He strips me with methodical efficiency, tossing the dress onto the couch. I stand there, nearly naked, heart going so loud I wonder if it’ll set off an alarm.
He walks me backward until my knees hit the edge of the couch, then pushes me down, straddling me. The weight of him is electric, the skin under my hands feverish and alive.
He slides one palm up my thigh, tracing the line from knee to hip. “Last chance,” he says, and it’s not a threat, but a warning.
I close my eyes and say, “Keep going.”
He does.
“We keep our identities hidden because we like our privacy, and our lives are complicated. That’s why we don’t want the media involved,” he grunts out.
There’s a small bar off to the side that I didn’t notice when we first arrived.
Warren reaches over and grabs a bottle of white wine.
He lifts his mask, and for a brief moment, I think he’s going to remove it and finally show me his face.
Instead, he only lifts it high enough for his mouth to show.
His lips are pink and full, and I lick my lips at the sight.
“I like my juices sweet,” he says, taking a drink straight from the bottle.
He hands it to me, and I take a sip, allowing the sweet and fruity flavors to glide down my throat.
“Lean back, I want to see all of you,” he orders.
I’ve never liked a man to tell me what to do, even in the bedroom, but the way Warren does it sends me into a delirious state of ecstasy. I do as I’m told and spread my legs as I lean back on the plush chair.
He stares at my soaked pussy with a hunger in his eyes. Then, he takes the wine bottle and pours some of it onto my folds. It’s cold, and I gasp. Then, he leans down and licks the wine off my pussy. He drinks me with an intensity saved for starved animals.
“You taste so good,” he moans. “You’re safe enough to fall apart with me.”
My hands go to his hair, and I tug and pull as he slips a finger inside of me while continuing to lick and suck on my pussy.
Hearing him tell me that I’m safe feels so strange, but I do feel safe.
I’m not scared of this man. Just needy for him.
It’s almost too much, and when I finally reach my orgasm, I scream out in pleasure while I ride it out.
He sits back, chest heaving, and looks at me with something almost like respect. “You did well,” he says.
I want to say something witty, something sharp, but all I manage is a nod.
“My life is dangerous, and I don’t want anyone to know about it. Shadows are our way of still having a life, but keeping our secrets, too. Here, people can be whoever they want to be. Without Shadows, a lot of these people may not ever be able to be their authentic selves,” he explains.
He stands, walks to the bar, and pours two glasses of water. He brings me one, sits down next to me, and hands me the glass. I drink, greedy and ungraceful, water spilling down my chin. He wipes it away with his thumb.
He runs a hand through his hair, leans back, and watches me like he’s waiting for the next move.
I pull the dress back over my shoulders, still shaking, and look out at the club below. From up here, the crowd looks like a single living thing, pulsing in the dark.
“Are you going to write about this?” he asks.
“No. I mean, not about what we just did. I will write about Shadows, but using your description,” I explain.
“Then what?” he asks me.
“I will tell about the good of Shadows. I will leave the personal side alone,” I tell him.
He leans in and kisses me, hard and rough, and I feel drunk from the embrace.
“I shouldn’t have done this with you,” he says, breaking the kiss.
Panting, I hold onto his chest. “I know.”
“I liked it,” he admits.
“I did, too,” I replied.
“I shouldn’t want you. Damn, you are so stubborn and piss me the hell off, but you are also the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your fierce determination and strength drive me wild. I need more of that,” he says, leaning his forehead against mine.
“You’re not scared of me, are you?”
I shake my head. “I probably should be.”
He grins. “Yeah, you probably should.”
“Wait, I need more for my story,” I say.
He nods and pulls his mask back down, covering his mouth again. “If I feel like it, I will contact you.”
He takes a step back, opens the door, and leads me back out into the hallway. The air is cooler now, and I feel like I can finally breathe. Once we are back in the crowd, he walks away and leaves me alone again.
Later, when Madison and I leave, neither of us talks about our evening or the kinks we explored. Instead, we drive home with smiles on our faces.