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I was fucking hot and aching to be touched. Insecurity was a veil that’d been ripped away. I was gorgeous. Every guy in the room wanted to fuck me. I could feel it. In my heart and in my dick and in my trembling skin—theyallwanted me. I couldn’t resist cupping myself and giving my hard dick a squeeze.
“Wow,” I said, laughing. “Holy shit.”
“Good, huh?” Jeremy asked, his face glowing and his smile giddy.
“I’m so freaking horny.”
“Me too.”
I laughed and rubbed my hand across my mouth. I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud, but it seemed okay.Everythingseemed okay. Especially me. Except that I was starved for touch, hungry for it, but maybe that was all right. Perfect, even. It just meant I needed to find someone to help me.
I squeezed my dick again, greedy and shivering despite the heat. Sweat slid down my neck, and I moaned softly.
Grabbing Jeremy’s hand, I whispered, “Help.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to come.”
He laughed, his smile beautiful, his face celebrity-gorgeous.
And that was when the time-jumps started.
Suddenly, I was downstairs dancing with Jeremy. I didn’t know how I got there or when, but I rode the escalating wonder of my horniness, noting only that it was beautiful and good.
I laughed, pinched my own nipples, and kissed Jeremy eagerly. I giggled over his slippery, wet tongue. Jeremy held my hips, and we thrust together to the rhythm of the music. My cock ached, hard and insistent, as I ground against his thigh. Sweat droplets formed and slid down my face and my back. My clothes stuck to me, but the clinging just turned me on more. Pre-cum made my underwear slippery. Or was it cum? Had I had an orgasm? I didn’t know, but I wanted more.
Jeremy kissed me and crooned, his own seeming-climaxes coming and going like waves I could barely grasp. I laughed every time he grabbed me and trembled with bliss.
Then everything shifted again, like in a dream. I wasn’t on the dance floor anymore. I was on the periphery of the crowd, grinding with Jeremy, kissing him, tasting his mouth, sweet and bitter with alcohol. I let him guide me, my mouth on his, my hands in his hair, until I felt my back hit a wall. The music pulsed, penetrating my cells sexually.
“Gonna come for you again,” Jeremy groaned in my ear. I laughed because I believed him more than I’d ever believed anyone about anything in my life. I was making him come.Me, I was making this beautiful man come. I was everything, and the world was inside me, and I happily, giddily rode it.
Time jumped and Jeremy’s mouth was hot, wet, and sogoodas he set about giving me the best head I’d ever had in my life. I squirmed, grunting as another orgasm teased through my balls, elusive and needful.
A stranger—someone young and slim, but I couldn’t see his face in the dark—grabbed hold of my free hand and put it on his cock. Laughing, I jerked him off while Jeremy sucked me. The music, the beat, the swirl of Jeremy’s tongue, and my own rapid-fire heartbeat were all-consuming. I no longer knew where I ended and where the music and pleasure began.
Soft, wet lips on mine, and the tight, hot, velvety skin in my grip were all that mattered, so I urgently pumped into Jeremy’s mouth.
Time jumped again.
Hot, wet semen splashed on my fist as a stranger groaned and nuzzled my chin. I threw my head back and squinted up into the blackness of the rafters. The world was so fucking beautiful! I was so fucking beautiful, and the mouth on my dick was so fuckingbeautiful.
Jeremy opened his throat and swallowed around me. Stars shot off behind my eyes and my balls lifted. I grabbed Jeremy’s hair and fucked into his throat with abandon. The world glowed bright and exploded with color, and I came so hard my knees buckled and my head slammed against the wall. I barely felt the pain.
Glorious, amazing, orgasmic pleasure jolted through me over and over, even after the orgasm itself had passed. Jeremy rubbed my thigh, shoved my dick back in my pants, and kissed me. The other guy was already gone.
“You’re so hot.”
And then another time-jump.
I was blissed-out with my back to a pounding wall, unable to move. Jeremy stood beside me, his cock in some other guy’s mouth. I watched lazily, my blood thumping in my throat. I didn’t protest when someone else came along, knelt down in front of me, and pulled my dick out to suck.
I didn’t ask for his name. I didn’t care. He was hot, and I was hot. It just made sense that he’d want to put his mouth on my cock and make me come. His hair was coarse like Adam’s, and I fingered it fondly as he bobbed his head.
Then another jump that seemed longer somehow.
Jeremy was back on the ground at my feet, next to the new guy who’d already gotten me off. My cock was oversensitive, and yet I was still desperately horny. This moment was hot, wild, sucking in time to the beat, and I switched between mouths, one and then the other, amazed that they both felt so good, and unable to decide which felt better. Cum splattered on my new tennis shoes.
