Page 57 of Revenge At Raleigh High
She keeps her mouth shut. The show continues, growing more and more risqué as the night progresses. Delilah sends over two more drinks for us, and we both drain our glasses, both of us watching as the burlesque dancer abandons her feathers and all sense of modesty along with them. Before long, she’s on her knees, three tables over, with a guy’s hard cock in her mouth, blowing him while his wife strokes and fingers her naked pussy.
The tequila’s gone to my headandto my dick. I’ve never struggled to maintain an erection when I’m drunk. Tonight, I’m harder than a length of fucking steel rebar, and it isn’t because of what the burlesque dancer’s doing. It’s because Silver’s tits are straining against the flimsy material of her shirt, and her breathing’s a little too uneven. She’s enjoying what’s going on around us, fascinated by the sight of so much naked flesh. After all, it isn’t just the couple with the dancer who have thrown caution to the wind. Nearlyallthe couples around us are either making out now, groping at each other’s bodies, or they’re out and out fucking.
She turns into me, burying her face into my neck, hiding. “Alex…” Her voice is thick with hunger—the sound sends a body-wide shiver racing down my spine. My arm’s already around her waist. I slip my hand up underneath her shirt, tracing my fingers over her skin, drawing small circles against her side.
“Mmm? What is it,Argento. Are you a little…hot and bothered?”
“No.” She denies it immediately, even though she lets out a small, breathless gasp right after her denial. “I’m just—”
“You want to be naked. You want me inside you. You want my hands all over your skin.”
She pants again, a frustrated breath rushing past my ear. “Yes. I think—I think so.”
I move my hand upward, my fingertips burning a trail over her ribcage until I reach the lacy cup of her bra. She squirms against me, and I chuckle under my breath. “You think…or youknow, Silver? I can’t do anything with uncertainties.”
“I—Iknow.” I am officially impressed. I never thought she’d be this brave, or this kinky for that matter. I get to my feet, holding out my hand to her, and she looks up at me with confusion in her eyes. “What? Are we leaving?”
“No, dolcezza. I’m going to give you what you’ve been needing since we came down here. Come on. Come with me.”
She doesn’t ask questions. Not even when I lead her through the mass of writhing bodies in front of the stage and pull us in the direction of the door that leads to the back rooms. God knows what kind of thoughts are racing through her head. She follows close at my back, wide-eyed as I guide her down a long hallway, passing numerous open doors, and into a large, open space that has been arranged with at least ten king sized beds.
The stage crowd is tame compared to what’s happening back here. On one of the beds, three couples have all joined forces, stroking and touching each other’s naked bodies. A woman with heavy, swinging, natural tits bounces up and down on top of a guy I’m guessing she didn’t arrive here with tonight, while another guy lying on his back watches them fiercely, stroking his hand up and down his cock. Two of the woman make out, tongues laving and licking at each other’s mouth and necks, while another woman pants and moans against a handrail bolted to the wall, being fucked from behind by a third guy.
Atop every bed, a similar debauched adventure is taking place, people grinding, and licking, sucking and fucking.
Silver casts a stunned look around the room, her mouth falling open, the tip of her perfect, pink little tongue darting out to wet her lips as she takes in our new, highly deviant surroundings.
I stroke her hair back over her shoulder, leaning into her so I can growl roughly into her ear. “How about this? Is this what you want,Argento? Or should we turn around now and head on back upstairs?”
The black light cast off from the bulbs overhead make her teeth and the whites of her eyes glow green and as she meets my gaze. “I want to try. I wanna see what it feels like to…to be watched.”
The growl intensifies in the back of my throat. She looks so damned innocent. So fucking delicious and unprepared. I hate that I’m not a better man. I should take her away from here and whisk her away from here immediately, but that’s not what I’m going to do. Her pale eyes are full of determination, which means she wants this. She’s going to be pissed if I deny her. And, damn me to hell, I’m not strong enough to err on the side of sanity tonight. I’ve already imagined her straddling me, riding the shit out of me on top of the bed to our right, and I want it more than I want to be good.
I draw her into me, bringing my mouth down onto hers, and the softness of her pliant lips against mine coaxes a strained groan out of me. This can’t be fucking real. How can it be? I’m experienced in many things. I’ve fucked girls before. I’ve fucked grown women, who have asked me to do some pretty kinky shit, but I have never donethiswith anyone. I’m blown away that I’m getting to do it with a girl I have fallen so fucking hard for, even if it might not be the best idea in the world.
I’m going to take it slow. I’m going to make sure she’s comfortable every step of the way. If she’s unsure even a sec—
The thought cuts off when Silver pulls back, pausing the kiss, and she rips her shirt off over her head.
Fuck. Okay. It doesn’t look like she wants to take things slowly.
I stand back, half amused, half out of my mind with lust as Silver unbuttons her jeans and wriggles them down her hips. She only stops what she’s doing when she’s in her underwear, reaching around behind herself to unfasten her bra. “What’s the matter?” she asks, staring up into my face defiantly. “You coming over all shy, Alessandro Moretti?”
I feel my lip pull back. I feel myself snarl. I don’t recognize myself right now, and I sure as hell don’t recognize Silver. “You’re fucking magnificent,” I rumble. My hands twitch, desperate to feel the soft, smooth silk of her skin beneath them. God, I wanna make her shiver and quake. I want to hear her panting cries for more over every other girl’s in this room. My leather jacket comes off slow. I drop it at my feet, not giving a shit if it gets lost or stolen. My t-shirt goes next, then my pants. Silver laughs softly as she attempts to remove her bra again, but I grab her savagely by the wrists, shaking my head.
“Don’t touch yourself. It’s my right to strip you naked,Argento.”
Her head tips back, and I fall on her like a winter storm. I tear the lace on her bra when I tear it from her. She gasps, fingers digging into my back as I fall to my knees and drag her panties down her body, exposing her to the world, for all to see. She’s off the ground, and I’m carrying her, throwing her down on the empty bed behind us two seconds later.
There are eyes on us, watching us, feasting on our young, perfect flesh, and it seems to be driving Silver fucking crazy. She arches her back off the bed, rolling her head to one side, watching the couple on the bed closest to us fucking.
“Alex…Alex…” My name comes out of her like a whispered prayer. “God, Alex, please.”
She obeys me when I push her legs apart; my brave littleArgento, spreading her legs for me, unashamed, opening herself to me in front of thirty other people. She’s fucking beautiful, like a night orchid in full bloom. I palm my dick, positioning myself between her legs, feeling the heat and weight of strangers’ eyes on my back.
I rub the tip of my cock into Silver’s pussy, applying pressure to her clit, and she angles her hips up toward me, frantically shaking her head.
“No. No. Just…just fuck me, Alex. Please. God, I need you so fucking bad. Please!”
