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“Absolutely.”
He took me by the hand and led me through the crowd. Soon we were at border of the dance floor and heading to, well, I didn’t know where.
Then a thought occurred to me. “What if they saw us? Out there, one of our friends.”
“I doubt it.” He opened a side door and led us into a narrow but well-lit maintenance staircase. “The four of them were so wrapped up in each other in the VIP room that we probably could’ve been dancing like that in there and they wouldn’t have noticed. And Theo and Katy were both upstairs talking with some other friends.”
I felt a small measure of relief at this.
“But what if they had?” he asked as the door shut. “Would that be so bad?”
I didn’t really have a good answer for him. “It’d be…complicated.”
“’Complicated’ isn’t the same thing as bad.”
He had a point, but at that moment he put his hands on my hips and made it clear he had other things on his mind than trying to put a label on what was going on between us. He loomed over me, all six-foot-three-inches of him making me feel like I was standing in front of a tree—a handsome, muscular tree.
Before I could spend too much time puzzling out that particular mental image, Sean’s lips were on mine again, and I was back under his spell. And I was more than happy about it. His hands roamed my body, and I was thrilled about the whole thing.
We kissed more and more, and as we did, Sean reached down toward the hem of my dress and moved his hand underneath, placing his fingers on the sensitive skin of my thigh. Tingles broke out across my skin, and my heart began to beat faster.
His hand moved up and up, eventually reaching the now-wet fabric of my panties and teasing me through it.
“Oh, oh my god,” I moaned through the kiss as his fingertips grazed my clit.
“You like when I touch you like that?” he growled into my ear.
“So, so fucking much.”
“Then come here.”
I was already “there,” but that didn’t bother me one bit. Sean reached behind me, taking my ass into his hands and effortlessly lifting me off my feet. Then he turned me around and set me onto the handrail, just far enough from the wall that I could perch halfway comfortably. Once I was in place the kisses started again, but this time Sean reached up my dress with both hands, took my panties by the waistband, and rolled them down over my legs.
When they were hanging off my ankle, he flashed me another one of his trademark smiles before lowering himself down, down between my legs and slowly spreading them apart. Now it was my turn to smile as I realized what he had in mind.
Sean began by kissing my thighs, the feeling incredible. Like he’d done with his hands, he moved closer and closer to my pussy, now hot and wet and bare. The moment I felt the first touch of his lips against mine I nearly screamed it felt so good. He teased me like that for several moments before finally spreading my legs, then spreading my pussy.
I felt like I might cum as soon as his tongue touched my clit. Between the dancing and the kissing and the nearness and everything else, it was almost too much to bear. He continued to lick me, the soft sounds of his tongue against my pussy mingling with the low thump of the bass through the walls. I ran my hands through his dark hair as he did, my chest rising and falling so much I worried my tits might tear through my dress.
He soon slipped a pair of fingers into me, and the twin movements of his tongue and his fingers brought me closer and closer to orgasm until there was no holding it back. I came, and I came hard, shivering in place as moans poured out of me.
Sean licked me through it, and when he was done, he rose up, wiping my juices off his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on me as he did.
“More,” I said. “Need more now.”
He was happy to comply. But I wasn’t in the mood to wait while he did the jeans-undoing. As if I didn’t have control over them, my hands flew to his belt and zipper and button, and I had them open within seconds, his huge, dripping cock in my hands.
I stroked it, moans sounding from Sean as I did. Then I placed my hand on the small of his back and brought him closer, the head of his cock grazing against my still-soaked lips.
“Shit,” he said. “I don’t have…you know.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m on the pill.”
But right at the moment I began to take mental stock of whether or not I’d been taking it like I should’ve—I’d never been that great about it—I felt his head part my lips and enter me, inch by inch.
