5. Scarletts Nocturnal Reign #2
For a few minutes, we danced like animals.
No talking, just the silent language of want.
The crowd tightened, pressed us together.
Someone’s hand found its way under my dress, nails dragging up my thigh, fingers skating along the slick, bare skin.
I moaned, loud enough to draw attention, and felt the ripple of approval from the crowd.
I let them watch, let the hands roam. I was going to cum right there, on the floor, just from the touch and the eyes and the knowledge that Lauren would never have done any of this in a thousand lifetimes.
But then I saw them: the couple. She had sleek black hair, lips painted darker than sin, and a body built for trouble.
Her dress was emerald, cut so low her tits threatened to spill out, but the fabric clung so tight it was like a second skin.
Her ass was perfect, round and high, thighs muscled and sharp.
Next to her, he was all angles: tall, broad-shouldered, with a face you’d trust in the light but not in the dark.
His suit was tailored, but the way it fit suggested violence, or at least the threat of it.
They stood at the edge, watching me. Watching us.
The hunger in their eyes made the other looks seem like nothing.
I smiled, slow, then stepped away from my dance partners.
They pouted, but let me go. I made a show of swaying my hips, the dress riding up so high my ass was nearly exposed.
I could feel the sweat on my skin, the rush of air where the fabric gave way.
I sauntered right up to the couple, planted myself between them, and tilted my chin so both could get a better look.
The woman was the first to move. She reached up and ran a finger along my jaw, down to the hollow of my throat. “I haven’t seen you her before,” she said, voice low and husky.
I shook my head, letting my hair fall across my face. “I might be here more often in the future.”
The man’s gaze was harder, but his mouth curled at the corners. “Name?”
“Scarlett,” I said, and loved the way it sounded. Like a threat and a promise all at once.
He nodded. “I’m Alex. This is Vee.”
Vee’s eyes never left mine. “You want to dance?”
“Only if you promise not to let go.”
She laughed, the sound vibrating between my ribs.
Then she took my hand, and Alex bracketed my other side, and suddenly the whole club fell away.
We were orbiting each other, three bodies moving as one, the friction building with every turn.
Vee’s hands were everywhere, her nails leaving trails on my back and thighs.
Alex was more subtle, but I felt his heat, the brush of his palm as he cupped my ass, the press of his thigh against mine.
They moved me, spun me, lifted me so my feet barely touched the floor.
The world shrank to sweat and skin and the scent of need.
We danced until I couldn’t breathe, then Alex dipped his head and kissed me, hard.
His mouth was hot and commanding, tongue sliding between my lips without permission.
I bit him, just to taste the surprise, then let him take control.
Vee wasn’t jealous. If anything, it made her hungrier.
She kissed my neck, bit at my earlobe, then whispered, “Come with us.”
I wanted to say yes, but I made them wait.
I leaned into Vee, kissed her soft, lips tasting of sweet and salt, then slid my tongue along her teeth.
She growled, then laughed, then took my hand and pulled me through the crowd.
Alex followed, his hand splayed on the small of my back, guiding me.
We wound through the club to a velvet-rope corridor, down a set of steps, to a back hallway lined with doors.
Vee punched a code into the last door, and it swung open.
Inside was a room unlike any I’d seen: walls lined with padded leather, a bed the size of a parade float in the center, draped in dark red sheets.
There was a bar, a mirrored ceiling, a rack of toys that made my cunt clench just to look at them.
The room hummed with potential energy, every surface inviting.
Vee closed the door, then turned to face me, eyes wide and dark. “You ready?”
I stepped out of my shoes, then let the dress fall to the floor in a silken rush.
I was naked except for the lace bra, the cool air kissing my bare skin.
I watched the way both of them stared, their eyes darkening with hunger, like they’d just unwrapped the world’s last present and found it exceeded their wildest dreams. I slid a hand down my torso, a slow, languid journey, stopping just short of my pussy, letting them see the glistening evidence of my arousal.
“I was born ready,” I whispered, my voice a sultry promise.
Alex shed his jacket and shirt, revealing a chest tan and dusted with dark hair, abs like a cutting board in a landscape of hard ridges and smooth valleys begging to be explored.
He unzipped his pants, his cock already half-hard and impressive even at rest, a promise of pleasure yet to come.
Vee peeled off her dress, revealing curves that could stop traffic: perfect tits, dark nipples begging to be sucked, a waist you could span with your hands, and legs built for wrapping around a throat…
or a face. Her panties matched my bra, a tiny scrap of lace that did little to hide her excitement.
For a moment, we just looked at each other, three predators circling, the air thick with anticipation, waiting for the signal to pounce.
Vee moved first. She stalked up to me, her hips swaying, eyes locked onto mine.
She cupped my jaw, her fingers gentle yet firm, and kissed me slow, wet, tongues tangling in a dance of lust and longing.
Her hands slid down my sides, kneading my ass, then up to squeeze my tits through the lace, her thumbs circling my nipples until they were hard and aching.
She unhooked the bra, tossed it aside, and sucked a nipple into her mouth, teeth grazing, tongue swirling, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
I moaned, felt my knees buckle, clung to her for balance, my hands gripping her shoulders as her hands were everywhere, fingers finding their way between my legs, stroking the slick folds, circling my clit until I was shaking with desire.
Alex came up behind, pressed his cock between my ass cheeks, and ground against me, his breath hot on my neck.
His hands came around to cup my breasts, squeezing them together, pinching the nipples hard, sending a shockwave of pleasure-pain through my body.
The combination was electric: Vee’s mouth on my tits, Alex’s cock sliding between my legs, his hands twisting and tugging, their bodies pressed against me, their heat enveloping me.
I writhed, greedy for more, every inch of me on fire, aching to be touched, to be fucked, to be consumed.
Vee knelt, pushed my legs apart, and started licking.
She was ruthless, her tongue a weapon of pleasure, starting by flicking my clit, then sucking it, then plunging two fingers deep inside.
I gasped, grabbed her head, ground my pussy into her face, her hair soft against my thighs.
She ate me like she was starving, her tongue everywhere, her fingers curling up and hitting the spot that made me see stars.
Alex held me up, his hands tight on my shoulders, whispering filthy encouragement in my ear, his voice a low growl.
“You like that? You like her eating you out while I watch? While I hold you?”
I did. God, I did. I moaned, loud, not caring who heard, the sound a primal cry of pleasure.
Vee’s tongue fucked me, then pulled back to tease my clit, then back to my cunt, her fingers stretching me wide, making me tremble with each thrust. Alex stroked my hair, kissed my neck, then reached down to play with my nipples, twisting them until I cried out, my body arching into his touch.
I was close, so close, the pressure building, my hips rolling in time with Vee’s thrusts.
When I came, it was a tidal wave, a spasm that ripped through my whole body, so strong I nearly collapsed, my vision blurring, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Vee licked me through it, greedy, drinking down every shudder, every moan, every drop of my release.
I stumbled back, legs shaking, and flopped onto the bed, my body limp, sated, yet hungry for more.
Vee wiped her mouth, then crawled up next to me, her face wet and triumphant, her eyes gleaming with lust and pride.
“You taste fucking amazing,” she said, and kissed me again, letting me taste myself on her tongue, a mix of sweet and salty, a taste uniquely mine, uniquely us.
Alex watched, cock in hand, stroking slowly, his eyes never leaving us, a voyeur to our debauchery.
I grinned at him, then beckoned him over, my finger curling in a come-hither motion. “You want a turn?” I asked, my voice a sultry purr.