He turns his head, and I could have sworn I saw…
“Miles, is everything okay?”
“I think so.” I pull out my phone and check the tracker. Shit, what’s wrong with me? Now I’m seeing Veronica at a sex club? My mind is playing tricks on me. “I thought I saw someone I knew. But it’s just my imagination.”
“I think I found my fun for the night.” He motions to a couple, a married couple based on the rings on their fingers. One canassume to each other, but you never know. The husband is sitting down as his wife sits on his lap, caressing his cock. They are staring at my friend, who’s practically salivating. The husband motions for Tomas to join them, and that’s all it takes.
He looks at me. “Well, that’s my cue. Don’t wait for me.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
And like a dog in heat, he heads over to the couple. They stand and disappear into the hallway. Standing here, looking around, I consider requesting Gemma, but I decide to explore the rooms. I don’t usually walk around and explore, but I have the security of the mask.
I walk through the hallway of private rooms. I know from personal experience that they are soundproof. It’s time to check out the biggest space in this club: the room of mirrors. I prefer to fuck in private, and I don’t like to share. It may be an only-child thing, but what’s mine is mine.
All the beds are full of couples and groups. The screams of pleasure vibrate from the mirrored walls. Everywhere I look, there is bare skin. I look at the love seats that are placed in front of the beds for the voyeurs, and they’re all full. There’s a man on his knees pleasuring another man, then in the love seat next to them, a woman is straddling a man. Everyone is still somehow able to keep their masks on. At this point, what difference does it make?
I continue to scan the room, then I see…Veronica, or at least I think it’s her. I cross to where she’s standing, hoping for her sake it’s not her. I’m careful not to draw attention to her or myself. I see a man stand up from the love seat a couple of feet away from me. He’s noticed her and starts to walk in her direction. My fingers snag his shirt, jerking him to a halt. I turn him toward me, blocking his view of her entirely. “She’s with me,” I lie. I don’t care if he believes me or not; he knows as well as I do that this is not the place or the time to start trouble. He lifts his hands in the air, surrendering. I pull out my phone and check the tracker before I approach her. But I am 100% sure it’s her. You don’t watch someone for years without memorizing their features. I look at my phone and see the red dot is still in the same location as the last couple of times I checked. She would have at least used it. I decide to call it—no answer.
Fuck, it’s her. She pulled one over on me. I’m impressed, but most of all, I’m furious. She’s walking around almost naked, tempting everyone. I can guess who brought her, and even though she’s with safe company, I can’t just march over to her and drag her out; she’ll cause a scene—not to mention she will know I’m here. Does that make me a hypocrite? Yes, yes it does.
I’m far enough that she can’t see me. The lights around the room are soft, with the spotlight being on the beds. I take a step toward her and pause when I really see what she’s wearing, or what she’s not wearing. The small lingerie dress fits her like a glove, showcasing her round ass and her full figure. She’s always been curvy, and god knows over the years, I’ve lingered a bit too long on her. I look down her body, those legs, fucking high heels, and her hair up. Jesus, does my dick respond. It doesn’t get the memo that this is so wrong. Veronica shifts, and I know she’s as turned on as I am. The only difference is that she’s oblivious to her effect on me. I walk toward her and see my reflection come into view in the mirror.
When I see all of her in the mirror, I know I’m fucked. The full view of this infuriating woman is everything. Her breasts look magnificent in this outfit. I’m close, too close. I wonder if she will tell me to stop. Just how far can I push her? I instinctively grab her waist tightly, so tight that if she tried to get out of my grasp, she wouldn’t be able to. I’m also mad at her. I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper; I notice the way her skin pebbles at my words.
She isn’t stopping me; if anything, she’s giving me permission to continue, so I do. As if her body is a magnet for mine, my left hand is still holding onto her, and my right hand moves to her breast. It fits perfectly in my hand. I know she can’t fully see me because of the mask, but I feel her eyes burn through me as our reflections stare back at us. I see her lips part, and another moan escapes her lips. I move my hand to her nipple and feel the hard peak through the thin fabric. Pinching it makes her push her ass back onto my hard cock. I coil my left arm around her waist and guide her away from the mirror. I want her to face the middle of the room. I want her to see what’s unfolding in front of us. My fingers are still applying pressure to her nipple. Jesus, I can smell her arousal. My cock is achingly hard.
“Which one is your favorite?” I ask, moving my hand to the other breast and giving it attention. I tug at her nipple. I can hear her panting like a cat in heat. I remove my arm from around her waist, gliding it down the front of her body. Then, using my foot, I tug at hers, motioning her to spread her legs, and she does. I need to stop this.
“Tell me,” I demand. Yeah, I’m not stopping. Maybe she’ll stop me, maybe she will push me away, but she doesn't.
“Her.” She gestures toward a woman riding a man. I’m surprised.
“Why?” No answer. “Tell me now.”
“Be-because she’s in control; she’s in charge of his pleasure.”
That response was not what I expected.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to be touched. I want to come,” she whispers as she begins to grind on my cock. “Please.” She places her hand over mine and begins to guide me down her body. I feel the softness of her stomach, then my hand hovers above her center. She uses her other hand to lift her dress,placing mine on her pussy. I can feel her wetness through her lace panties. “Please,” she begs.
Her begging is my undoing. I push the lace fabric to the side, and without hesitation, I push two fingers inside her. She whimpers. Fuck, she’s so wet, I can hear how slippery she is. Her juices are coating my hand as I pump in and out of her. Her moans are all the encouragement I need.
“Don’t take your eyes off them,” I order her.
She nods. The music in the background fades, and all I hear is her. I can come just from the sound of her moans. I can feel she’s close. I use my thumb to rub circles on her clit; my fingers continue to pump in and out of her, drenching my hand. My other hand is still playing with her nipple. I can hear her whimper, and then she comes. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as she bucks into my hand. I pull them out. “Open and taste yourself,” I whisper into her ear. She opens her mouth, and I bring the two fingers that were just inside her to her lips. She licks them clean. Fuck me. I pull away and leave her panting and recovering from her orgasm.
That was a dick move, but I needed to leave. I look down at my pants, the wet spot of my arousal evident. I look at my palm that’s glistening with her cum. I lift my mask off, just enough for my tongue to taste her. Fuck, she tastes amazing; it’s sweet and intoxicating.
I need to get the hell out of here. Coming here tonight was a mistake. I see two men approach me—the owner of the club’s private security. “He wants to see you.”
I look up at the camera in the ceiling and smile. “Of course he does.” As soon as I enter the elevator, I hand my mask to one of the men. They know who I am.
“Seems you’re having a fun night.” I turn to see Nic laugh; he’s the obnoxious sibling. His twin, Ric, just stands there.
“Did anyone ever tell you two how dumb it is that a set of twins is named Ric and Nic?” I see Nic’s laugh turn serious.
