Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
As for Becs, her attention is on the orgy in the corner section. Though, what actually defines an orgy? Equal number of men and women? I don’t know. The ones I may or may not have seen on forbidden sites are generally wild and filled with couples frantically fucking like a race to see who can get off first.
But this isn’t that. This seems more . . . erotic.
There’s one woman surrounded by five men. They’re not rough or forceful or thinking about fucking her blindly. This is different. They’re gentle. Their fingers brush across her skin and make her shiver. She sits on one man’s lap, her thighs spread wide and hooked over his, and his arms tangle around her body, one flicking over her pert nipple and the other rubbing lazy circles over her clit. He kisses the base of her throat, and she leans back against him, arching her back with pleasure, and while it’s hard to see from this angle, I’m pretty sure his cock is buried deep in her ass.
This is all about her. The way they touch her, the way they move. It’s not about getting off for these men, it’s about making her feel. It’s about pure erotic pleasure, and I’m so here for it.
There’s something so sensual about it, and I don’t doubt that this woman will be in a world of ecstasy for hours into the night. She works two of the men with her hands as another drops to his knees and starts working his tongue up her inner thigh, and the moment he closes his mouth over her pussy, I have to look away. It feels like I’m intruding somehow. But am I really? If she didn’t welcome the eyes of others, she would have closed this off to a private room.
“Holy shit,” Becs drawls beside me, her gaze still locked on the woman. “That’s what I want. If I could change positions with her and have exactly that . . .”
Hunger booms through her gaze, and a grin tears across my face. I think tonight is going to be one hell of a night to remember. “Come on,” I tell her, pulling her toward the bar. “Let’s get a drink and finish checking out the club, then you can decide where you want to spend your time.”
Becs nods eagerly. “Good plan. If this is what we’ve already seen in the first few minutes, then I can’t wait to see what else this place can offer. Plus the VIP area. We’re definitely checking that out.”
I almost dread the idea of what’s happening down there, but there’s no denying that I’m intrigued. Even if I don’t end up participating in anything, this is still the craziest night I’ve ever had.
We make our way over to the bar, and I’m a little more comfortable here. People are just chilling, sipping on their drinks, and getting to know each other. It almost seems normal, but I know if I were to listen in on some of the conversations around me, all I’d hear is talk of boundaries, kinks, and limits they’re willing to push in the bedroom.
The club’s music is almost hypnotic, and even before I can order a drink, my hips start swaying to the beat.
Becs orders two cosmopolitans, and as the bartender arrives with our drinks in crystal glasses, a man settles in beside me. I don’t think much of it as he steals the bartender’s attention and orders himself a whiskey, but the second the bartender slinks away to prepare his drink, the man’s attention falls on me.
His fingers brush over my inner wrist, lingering on the white wristband. “Hi, baby doll. Are you having a good time?”
I discreetly pull my arm away, putting a little space between us. If we were in a normal club, Becs would already have this guy in a chokehold, but considering where we are and that the point is to approach new people, I turn to face him, my gaze sailing over his face. He’s handsome. Tall. Maybe six foot three. And judging by his expensive suit, he must be somewhat successful.
“I am. And yourself?”
His sultry gaze trails over my face. “I hope to be.”
There’s a sexy ruggedness to him. He looks as though he’s had a long day in the office and is ready to spend his night indulging in a beautiful woman, sinking into her over and over and getting lost in the pure satisfaction her body can offer. But despite the way he’s looking at me through a hooded gaze with a promise of one hell of a good night, I know in my gut that this isn’t the man who’ll be scratching that particular itch.
I offer polite conversation, and when the bartender returns with his drink, he excuses himself, clearly able to see that I won’t be falling for his charm tonight. And honestly, I respect a man who just gets it and has the self-respect to walk away before things turn sour.