into each thrust of Gabe’s beautifully skilled
fingers, unable to control my body. My nipples strain against the fabric of my
dress, my sex clenches in a pool of wet heat, and I become frantic with desire.
The girls look to Gabe as if asking a silent question. He
nods.
They move closer to us and split up, moving to either side
of me. Gabe pulls me in close, and they move together, sandwiching me in the
middle of the three of them. The girl with a long dark braid grabs the fabric
of my skirt so Gabe can release it. The blonde holds up the other side.
And then, holy hell … they begin to lift it higher—exposing
me to the entire room.
“Don’t worry,” the blonde whispers in my ear. “Nobody can
see but us.”
She says this like it should be a comfort, when I have no
idea who these two women are. Once Gabe works me over with both of his hands, I
don’t care who or what they are. All I care about is the pulling sensation deep
inside.
Two fingers are plunging into me while Gabe’s other hand
works my clit. The power he wields over me is intoxicating. Soon, it becomes so
intense, my vision blurs. So I close my eyes and let go.
I come so hard, Gabe has to hold me up because my legs have
apparently stopped working and can no longer support my weight. The trembling
and aftershocks go on forever.
Sometime after, the girls let my dress drop and walk away.
Chapter 12
“Here, let’s get you into a
booth,” Gabe says, practically carrying me.
I slide inside. It’s anything but elegant. My bare thighs
catch on the leather seat every few inches, like there’s a series of speed
bumps positioned across the booth. Gabe pretends not to notice. He waves over
the cocktail waitress and orders a cranberry juice and water.
“You’re going to need to drink lots of fluids tonight,” he
says, pushing my hair off my face. “I don’t want you passing out on me.”
When the drinks arrive, I follow his orders, still too
dazed to talk. I slam them both in record time. With the taste of cranberry on
my lips, I slowly float down from my high.
Two for two, Shannon. Not bad. Not bad at all.
“How was that for you?” Gabe asks, as he pulls my legs
across his lap, rubbing each one in an effort to get them to work again.
“Fucking awesome,” I whisper, unable to find my voice yet.
“Good girl. That’s what we like to hear from our patrons,
here.”
“I could end this whole adventure with that,” I say,
slowly beginning to feel my legs again. “I mean it. When I’m ninety years old,
I will think back fondly on this moment.”
“I’m happy to hear it. But I’m afraid I have lots more
planned for you.”
To that, I start to perk up.
***
“You enjoyed those ladies watching, didn’t you, Stevie?”
Gabe asks after I get through another round of drinks and can think coherently
again.
Still a little embarrassed I say, “Well, I didn’t not like
it.”
“Okay, good,” he says mysteriously.
“What’s that mean?”
“It means, I know what we’re going to do next.” His gaze
runs the length of my body and it makes me quiver.
“How many times do we do this in a night?”
“Until you say when, babe,” he says in a sultry voice that
makes my scalp tingle. “Until you say when.”
Gabe turns to face me and palms the back of my head before
running his lips across mine. And just like that, I’m ready once again.
Looks like I won’t be saying when just yet. He
teases my mouth with his tongue, flicking it across my teeth before plunging in
so deep it takes my breath away. The way he hums in appreciation as he marks my
lips have my nipples pebbling under my top.
“I want you so bad,” Gabe says, and I have this incredible
need to make him feel good. He’s gotten me off twice already and I’ve done
nothing for him. I think it’s time to pay it forward.
I reach under our booth and palm him through his jeans. “I
sure hope you followed your own rule of the evening, Mr.
fingers, unable to control my body. My nipples strain against the fabric of my
dress, my sex clenches in a pool of wet heat, and I become frantic with desire.
The girls look to Gabe as if asking a silent question. He
nods.
They move closer to us and split up, moving to either side
of me. Gabe pulls me in close, and they move together, sandwiching me in the
middle of the three of them. The girl with a long dark braid grabs the fabric
of my skirt so Gabe can release it. The blonde holds up the other side.
And then, holy hell … they begin to lift it higher—exposing
me to the entire room.
“Don’t worry,” the blonde whispers in my ear. “Nobody can
see but us.”
She says this like it should be a comfort, when I have no
idea who these two women are. Once Gabe works me over with both of his hands, I
don’t care who or what they are. All I care about is the pulling sensation deep
inside.
Two fingers are plunging into me while Gabe’s other hand
works my clit. The power he wields over me is intoxicating. Soon, it becomes so
intense, my vision blurs. So I close my eyes and let go.
I come so hard, Gabe has to hold me up because my legs have
apparently stopped working and can no longer support my weight. The trembling
and aftershocks go on forever.
Sometime after, the girls let my dress drop and walk away.
Chapter 12
“Here, let’s get you into a
booth,” Gabe says, practically carrying me.
I slide inside. It’s anything but elegant. My bare thighs
catch on the leather seat every few inches, like there’s a series of speed
bumps positioned across the booth. Gabe pretends not to notice. He waves over
the cocktail waitress and orders a cranberry juice and water.
“You’re going to need to drink lots of fluids tonight,” he
says, pushing my hair off my face. “I don’t want you passing out on me.”
When the drinks arrive, I follow his orders, still too
dazed to talk. I slam them both in record time. With the taste of cranberry on
my lips, I slowly float down from my high.
Two for two, Shannon. Not bad. Not bad at all.
“How was that for you?” Gabe asks, as he pulls my legs
across his lap, rubbing each one in an effort to get them to work again.
“Fucking awesome,” I whisper, unable to find my voice yet.
“Good girl. That’s what we like to hear from our patrons,
here.”
“I could end this whole adventure with that,” I say,
slowly beginning to feel my legs again. “I mean it. When I’m ninety years old,
I will think back fondly on this moment.”
“I’m happy to hear it. But I’m afraid I have lots more
planned for you.”
To that, I start to perk up.
***
“You enjoyed those ladies watching, didn’t you, Stevie?”
Gabe asks after I get through another round of drinks and can think coherently
again.
Still a little embarrassed I say, “Well, I didn’t not like
it.”
“Okay, good,” he says mysteriously.
“What’s that mean?”
“It means, I know what we’re going to do next.” His gaze
runs the length of my body and it makes me quiver.
“How many times do we do this in a night?”
“Until you say when, babe,” he says in a sultry voice that
makes my scalp tingle. “Until you say when.”
Gabe turns to face me and palms the back of my head before
running his lips across mine. And just like that, I’m ready once again.
Looks like I won’t be saying when just yet. He
teases my mouth with his tongue, flicking it across my teeth before plunging in
so deep it takes my breath away. The way he hums in appreciation as he marks my
lips have my nipples pebbling under my top.
“I want you so bad,” Gabe says, and I have this incredible
need to make him feel good. He’s gotten me off twice already and I’ve done
nothing for him. I think it’s time to pay it forward.
I reach under our booth and palm him through his jeans. “I
sure hope you followed your own rule of the evening, Mr.
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