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Vincent swiftly drained the last of his drink before seizing me around the waist, planting a kiss on my neck. “Then we’ll go dance, baby.”
Jason held tight to my hand and took Vincent’s in the other as he led us from the booth. We made our way to the railing overlooking the DJ below, the dance floor an undulating mass of bodies moving and grinding. The music reverberated through my chest as I moved to the beat. Vincent was close behind me, and I pressed my ass against him as I swayed my hips. Jason leaned against the railing but he wasn’t watching the crowd below; he was watching us, sipping his drink with a smile on his lips.
I lifted my arms and reached back, trailing my fingers along Vincent’s neck as I swayed.
“Damn, you can actually move,” I said.
He chuckled in my ear, sending a shiver up my back as his hands moved over me. “I spend every weekend in a club. Of course I can dance.”
His cock was hardening as I danced on him. I reached for Jason, drawing him close, caressing my nails over his chest. He kissed me as the beat dropped, the crowd going wild as bass pounded from the speakers. He tasted sweet, energy drink and liquor tingling over my tongue.
Vincent’s fingers dipped dangerously low and slipped under my skirt. My breath hitched as he rubbed over my panties, encouraging my arousal as he massaged my swollen clit.
“How does that feel, princess?” Jason said, grinning as he glanced down. “Fuck, I’d love to see you get off on his fingers.”
My body craved the same thing. When I swayed my ass against Vince, I also pressed down on his hand, grinding on him. He pushed my panties to the side, and I groaned as two fingers pumped into me.
“So wet for us already?” he murmured, fingers moving inside me. “Does being in public turn you on?”
It did. Every time I caught the eye of someone moving past us, it made me hotter. People at this club wouldn’t be shocked or offended by sexual activity — I was sure I spotted a couple in the corner of the dancefloor who were actually fucking. Glancing back toward our booth, I clenched on Vincent’s fingers when I saw Lucas with his head resting on Manson’s lap, the two of them watching us together.
Manson was slowly stroking his fingers over Lucas’s head, gentle and soothing. Everything in his posture exuded his control, and Lucas’s eyes were half-lidded, his body finally relaxed as he watched me dance.
Showing off had always come naturally; I loved that they were watching, I adored getting to put on a show to wind them up.
Vincent drew his hand out from under my skirt, his fingers slick with my arousal, and brought them to Jason’s lips. Heat flooded me as Jason took Vincent’s fingers in his mouth, sucking them slowly. He stroked his tongue between them, opening his mouth as if to show off what he could do. Vincent’s chest swelled as he sucked in a sharp breath, and he hooked his fingers around Jason’s jaw to pull him closer. They kissed over my shoulder as Vincent’s hand nudged under my skirt again.
“Oh...fuck...” I leaned my head back as Vince fingered me. I was engulfed in the heat between them, my breath coming deep and heavy, nearly overwhelmed by my growing pleasure. There were so many sensations: the flashing lights, the pounding music that throbbed in my chest, the goosebumps they ignited on my skin as they touched me. Jason brought his drink to my mouth and tipped it back, condensation from the cold glass dripping onto my chest.
“I think she’s going to come for us,” Vincent said, as I clenched on his fingers again. Jason tweaked my nipple piercings through my shirt until I moaned, my rhythm shuddering as their touches brought me higher.
“It’ll be the first orgasm of many,” Jason said, bringing his mouth close to my ear. “I want to see you shake, princess.”
Fuck, I was going to lose control. A woman walked by and caught my eye as she did; her gaze darted downward and came back up with a smile. She knew what was happening.
“You like when people watch, don’t you?” Vincent chuckled. “Dirty little slut. We need to get an audience for you, don’t we, baby? How would you like a few dozen people telling you how damn sexy you look when you come?”
His filthy words brought my ecstasy to its peak. My lips parted breathlessly, struggling not to make too much noise as I shuddered through the bliss, losing myself in the moment.
It was significantly harder to walk in my heels after I’d orgasmed. Jason and Vincent had to support my trembling legs as they led me back to the booth. Lucas was still seated on the floor, sipping a fresh glass of beer with his arm resting on Manson’s legs. Manson had a subtle smile on his face, sprawled on his seat like he owned the place.
He clapped slowly as we entered. “Bravo. What a show. Did you enjoy yourself, angel?”
Sauntering over to him, I stepped over Lucas to straddle Manson’s lap. He hummed with pleasure as I kissed him, grinding on him. When I lifted my ass up, someone’s hands teased over my thighs.
“God, you’re dripping,” Lucas said, his voice rough with desire. “I think we’re going to need some privacy.”
Jason pulled the black curtain closed, enclosing us in the booth. The bottle of champagne gave a loud pop as Vincent opened it, a rush of bubbles spilling out the top and running over his fingers. As he poured for us, Manson took hold of my jaw and pulled my attention back to him.
“Strip for us,” he said. “Take all of it off.”
With a smirk, I got off his lap and stood in front of him. Lucas remained on the floor, and Jason sat beside Manson, his eyes preternaturally bright in the moody lighting. I unhooked the chains holding my top on and let the silky fabric fall to the floor. I was wearing nothing beneath it, not even pasties. Lucas’s eyes were wide with rapt attention, and Manson watched me with his thumbnail between his teeth. He audibly bit down when I turned around, slowly sliding down my skirt.
Vincent still had the champagne bottle in his hands. As I kicked my skirt away and stood there in only my heels and a skimpy thong, he turned me around again so I was facing the others, and brought the bottle to my lips.
It was tart and slightly sweet, cold and sparkling. The buzz from the alcohol was just enough to have me feeling warm and relaxed — but still aching with the desire for more.
Manson got up, coming over to trace his fingers over my body, following every curve. Vincent lowered the bottle slightly and tipped it again. Cold champagne trickled down my breasts and Manson licked it up, his tongue flicking over my nipple before he closed his mouth over me.
