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I wish you would take me, I think. Right here, in front of everyone.
More champagne, more erotic scenes to gaze at, including a woman lying on the bar, her partner inviting people to drizzle warm chocolate on her body and lick it off.
“I’d like to watch you do that,” I say.
Alistair looks over. He runs his tongue over his teeth. “Looks good. Come with me.”
He takes my hand and we go over to the couple.
The woman lying on the bar has smooth, pale, perfect skin. She grins at us, and her partner lifts the jug of molten chocolate. “Human chocolate fountain?”
“Yes, please,” I say, surprising myself with the boldness I hear in my voice.
The partner pours a small amount of the chocolate in the girl’s belly button and over her breasts. She arches her back and smiles. The warm liquid must feel good.
“Hello, handsome,” she purrs at Alistair.
Alistair looks at me, and I nod. He approaches the task slowly, with care. He starts with the pool in the girls’ belly, lapping it up in slow circles that makes me feel like liquid inside. I know that tongue, know how good it feels. Once he’s finished there, he moves on to her breasts, which look like ivory silk and I’m sure are impossibly soft to touch. The girl is writhing, arching her back, trying to get more of Alistair’s magical tongue. I bite down on the desire that floods me. Alistair finishes one breast, spending extra time sucking the nipple, and invites me to have the other.
I’m surprised by the fact that I want to. Wanted to before we’d even left our booth. Wanted to, but would never do it—or, would never do it on my own.
The three of them see my hesitation, but they must also see the flat-out desire in my gaze because they encourage me without pressuring me. The girl smiles at me, arching again, this time to offer her nipple to me. Alistair’s eyes burn into mine, willing me to do what I’m dying to.
I lower my mouth to her breast. She nods, lips parted. She wants this as much as I do. It gives me the courage to start licking. The moment my tongue makes contact with her breast, I feel an intense thrill. Her skin is just as soft as I expected. I start slowly, lightly, but she is impatient. She already wants more. I apply more pressure, my lips pressing into her now, my tongue slipping into the warm gooey chocolate which I swallow before going back for more, slowly making my way to her nipple.
She moans, and I go harder, finishing all the chocolate apart from what is waiting for me on her nipple. The partner with the jug pours extra right on top, keeping it warm and unctuous on her lover before I clamp my mouth over the warm, slippery nipple and suck it, my tongue moving in circles. She cries out in pleasure and it gives me a feeling of power that I’ve never experienced before. No wonder straight men love pleasing women. It’s nothing less than euphoric.
I start easing off, but she pushes my head back down to carry on, which I do. I keep swirling and sucking and wish I could touch her all over her body. She arches, moans, and shudders, then lets go. When I look at her, she has perspiration on her brow and a dreamy expression. She winks at me, and Alistair leads me back to our booth.
He appraises me, then points at my cheek. “You’ve got a little chocolate there,” he says, and moves in to lick it off. Soon I am swooning under him, his full mouth on mine, his kiss so intense, so hot and heavy, I feel like opening up my whole body to him. I wish he would fuck me right here and now.
“I’ve never kissed a girl before,” I say. I certainly hadn’t made out with a girl’s nipple.
“You liked it,” he replies.
“That’s putting it mildly.”
We kiss again, and I think I could stay here all night, kissing him. He’s so damned good at it, but my body is burning for him.
He pours me a last glass of champagne, but leaves his share inside the bottle. He quickly peels the foil off the top, then runs his hand over the narrowing of the bottle to make sure he’s removed it all. I wonder absent-mindedly if it’s a ritual for him, but remember he hasn’t done it to any of the other bottles we’ve shared.
“What the—” I start, and then suddenly I think I know what he has planned.
My stomach clenches in anticipation.
Is this really happening?
Alistair pushes my thighs open.
Shit!
He yanks down my panties. I feel like I’m going to hyperventilate. He’s watching my face intently, my own desire mirrored on his. He brings the bottle under the table.
He’s not really going to?—
I feel the cool, hard lip of the champagne bottle against my pussy.
Fuck! I stifle my gasp.
