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Her phone vibrates again. She looks at it and starts typing.
Sulley: Probably about as hard as you are.
Me: Prove it.
I see her pinch her eyebrows together as she types.
Sulley: How?
Me: Touch yourself. Slip your fingers into your tight cunt and then show me the evidence.
Her eyes widen as they meet mine again. She swivels her head around to see if anyone besides me is watching her. They aren’t. They’re all busy chatting away.
Her right hand disappears under the table. I lean as farback as I can so I can try to watch what she’s doing under the table. Damn, I can’t see.
I lift my head back up and stare into her eyes. I know the moment she reaches her target because she shivers ever so slightly.
After a few seconds, her hand reappears, and she holds up two fingers for me to see the clear evidence of her arousal. Her fingertips are glistening. Fuuuuck. So hot.
I’m about to give her more instructions when she stares me in the eyes and brings her fingers to her mouth, slipping them inside and wrapping those red-painted lips around them. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks on them.
I’m slack-jawed right now. Hard as stone. I would kill to be the one tasting her. I would equally kill for that to be my cock inside her mouth.
I type on my phone again.
Me: My turn. I want to taste you too. Make it happen. Get creative.
I have no idea how, but she’s a smart girl. She’ll figure it out.
After reading her phone, she looks around, clearly thinking of a way to oblige. Her head stops. I turn to see what she’s looking at. The waitress is making her way to our table with a fresh set of drinks. She smiles as though something has occurred to her.
Her hand disappears under the table again. When the waitress arrives, she sets the tray on the table. Sulley begins helping her distribute the drinks. When she gets to my beer, Sulley runs her juice-covered fingers around the rim of my bottle several times before handing it to me.
I nod my head at her in gratitude when she hands it to me, immediately licking around the rim. I can taste her saltiness onthere. I’m squeezing the bottle so hard it’s a wonder it doesn’t shatter in my hand.
I pull out my phone again.
Me: Make an excuse to get up. Meet me on the dance floor in two minutes.
About a minute after Sulley leaves, I stand. Looking down at Daylen, I say, “I’m going to hit the head. I might head out after.”
He’s barely listening, with his attention elsewhere. I don’t care where. He mumbles, “See you in the morning.”
I walk down the stairs. I think I can count on one hand how many times I’ve been on the dance floor in all the years I’ve been coming here. There must be two hundred people out here, all rubbing against each other. Ugh. Disgusting. I don’t know why Daylen loves being down here so much.
When I see people randomly making out, it becomes crystal clear why he likes it so much. Fucking sex maniac.
I pull my baseball cap down. It’s crowded, but I’m tall and recognizable. I don’t need fangirl, groupie shit right now.
How the hell am I going to find her in this massive sea of people? The thought is still trickling through my mind when I feel arms snake around my body. Delicate hands move from my chest to my abs. Normally, I’d assume it’s a random woman trying to touch me, but I can smell Sulley. My body immediately reacts to her coconut scent.
I turn around and see her beautifully flushed face and lust-filled eyes. Taking in her entire outfit, I realize that not only is she in a short skirt, but she’s in high boots. Her legs look even longer in those. I ache to fuck her in nothing but those boots.
I look around at all the people, none of whom notice us, lost in their own dance partners and good times. Despite the crowd size, the number of people and the darkness afford ussome anonymity. The lights are strobing, making it hard to see anyone or anything.
Unable to wait a second longer, I pull her body to mine. I’m a shitty dancer, but I sway us to the beat just so we can grind against each other. It was like I couldn’t breathe for two weeks, and now I finally can. She’s my breath of fresh air. My oxygen. My everything.
Her hands find my hair and her tits press to my chest as she runs her tongue up my neck until she reaches my lips. She sucks on my bottom lip, and I completely lose control. Grabbing her ass, I shamelessly grind my erection through her.
