Page 73 of Tension

Vel was looking at me like I was a piece of meat, and I couldn’t wait to be eaten.

“Can I get a dance?”

“Goddamn!”

“What's up, lil mama?”

The catcalls followed me as I glided toward ‘my man, my man, my man, my baby, my baby.”

When I reached him, he spun me around, smacked my ass, and pulled me in. The disappointment from the crowd was loud enough to hear. The only person getting a dance from me was right in front of me.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Vel said, taking my hand and leading me down the hall.

The door read: HELL…

Inside was red on red on red. Red leather loveseat. A small red table with champagne and chocolate-covered fruit.

A circular platform in the center with red marble floors that gleamed under low red lighting.

Vel poured me a glass of champagne, kissed my knuckles, then disappeared through a door in the back.

I set the glass down and picked at the fruit. Getting into this dress had already been a workout.

Then the music hit.

Pony by Ginuwine.

I smiled at the memory and knew I was in for a treat.

Vel came back out wearing tight red leather boxers, his dick sitting heavy and perfect. My mouth watered before I could stop it.

He looked moisturized from head to toe when he stopped and started to roll his hips in front of me. I wanted to taste him. Breathe him in.

Wait, this is my man; I can do what I want.

I grabbed his hips and pressed my face to him, inhaling before tracing my tongue up his V, over his abs, biting gently at his nipple.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

He bent, lifted me clean off the floor, my legs hooked over his arms. My dress slid up immediately. I wasn’t wearing panties, and the leather bulge rubbing against my clit had my body buzzing.

“You came out like this?” he asked. “You trying to get fucked up?”

My head was so gone I couldn’t speak.

He slapped my ass. “Answer me.”

I ground against him, desperate. “Yes. Please!”

He loved it when I begged.

He set me down on my feet, turned me around, bent me over by the neck, and started humping me to the beat. I threw it back, feeling his hand trail down my spine, gripping my hips, then slapping both ass cheeks.

He pushed me onto the couch, my body folded over the back. Then he dropped to his knees.

He nibbled at both ass cheeks before running his tongue from my pussy through the crack of my ass. His mouth worked slowly and deliberately. He took a moment to tongue-kiss my star while his fingers found my clit, and his thumb rubbed against my entrance. He traced me from front to back, lingered where I gasped the loudest, teasing me, pushing me right to the edge.

Then he stopped.