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More than once we are approached, only to have Volethos growl and send them scurrying away. I’m so absorbed in everything going on around me, I don’t notice we’ve stopped. Not until Volethos pulls sharply on my arm, and I have to swallow my scream when I topple backward and into his lap, where he’s found a plush settee for us to watch from.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he holds me so my back is flush to his chest, my ass cradled between his legs, and I don’t miss the steel bar of his cock pressing into my lower back.
One hand slides up my body and curls around my jaw, tilting my head to the side where his lips capture mine. The kiss is unexpected, and for a moment, I’m frozen. Until his tongue gently prods at my seam, and, with a gasp, I open for him, letting him in and meeting the slick strokes with my own.
The hand still around my waist is heavy, hot, and seeking. His fingers splay as they slide across my belly to the hip where my dress ties and splits, revealing the entirety of my leg. When his fingers slip into the crease where my leg and hip meet, a flush of heat races across my skin, and I moan into his mouth.
I mean to ask him what he thinks he’s doing, but his mouth is keeping mine busy. I feel his cock kick against my back, and then the hand cupping my chin slips down to circle my throat.Jesus, everything he’s doing has my heart pounding, and the scrap of fabric, which can barely be called panties, are quickly soaked.
He releases my mouth with a moan, and then his hand slips from my throat, fingers trailing between my breasts before slipping under the soft material of the dress.
“Vuh—” I gasp when he cups my breast, kneading it roughly. Fuck, what is his fake name supposed to be again?
“Shh,” he whispers against my ear. “We’re being watched.”
A small part of me deflates a little with disappointment. This is just for show. Of course it is.
My hands go to his knees, which are cradling me, and I dig my nails into the soft material of his pants when his fingers pinch my nipple, rolling it into a stiff peak. At the same time, his other hand slips between my legs to tease the edge of the narrow slip of silk barely covering my pussy. His breath is hot against the side of my neck, and he rolls his hips with a grunt.
Everything. The pulsing music. The couples. Whoever is watching. All of it vanishes, and all I know is me and Volethos. The way he’s teasing me, ramping me up, until I’m more turned on than I think I’ve ever been before. So much that I almost forget to swallow down the moans that threaten to crawl out of my throat as his fingers draw out what promises to be an epic orgasm.
His hand switches to my other breast, kneading and teasing it too. I twist around, reaching over my head and sinking my fingers into hair that feels stiffer than the silk the holo-suit projects. If he can put on a show for the watchers, then I can too. Because that’s all this is, right?
Closing my eyes, I imagine Volethos in his true form and pull his head down, back to my parted lips. Stroking my tongue against his. Savoring the flavor of him, like whiskey and smoke.
The hand between my thighs cups my sex without touching it, his fingers parting around the place I need him most. So, I arch, trying to rub against his palm. Needing more pressurethere.
Instead, he chuckles against my lips. “Is your needy cunt trying to change the rules?” he growls, breaking the kiss.
Rules? What rules!
I whimper, trying to get him to touch me where I need it. I’m close to rolling over, straddling him and then sinking myself down on the massive cock he’s teasing me with. But just then, he pushes my panties aside and slides two fingers alongside my clit and through my folds.
“Ah, lovely. You’re drenched for me,” he groans. “Fuck, I bet you could take my cock so easily.”
My eyes roll back in my head when he slides two fingers deep inside me.
“That’s it,” Volethos growls, and the sound of his voice in my ear sends chills down my spine. “Vittu, you clench around my fingers so tightly.”
The fingers of his other hand pluck at my nipple, then he moves to the other, and I realize I don’t even care that my dress has fallen open. Or that my legs are splayed, and everyone can see what he’s doing to me.
“All eyes are on you, lovely,” he whispers as his fingers slowly slide in and out of my tight sheath. “Do you want me to make you come for them?”
“Yes. Please, yes!” I gasp.
“That’s my good girl.”
God, those words alone have me trembling around his hand. Even before his thumb starts drawing slow circles around my clit in time with each drag of his fingers, sliding in and out until I’m rolling to meet each thrust.
“I can feel your walls fluttering,” he whispers to me. “Are you close?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Do you want more?”
My eyes slide closed, and my breath is coming in fast pants.Yes, more.I need… need...
When he adds a finger, the stretch has my hips bucking to meet him, and I’m thrown over the edge of an orgasm that has my whole body quaking.
