“I don’t care,” she hissed. “Kiss me, Andy, just stop talking and fucking kiss me, will you?”
“My pleasure.” She tasted of champagne and sin. She tasted fucking wonderful.
Topaz did a little whoop before she was swallowed up by the crowd, and the whole place went wild around us, but I was done here. I wanted more.
I took Faye’s hand.
“Everyone’s here,” I said. “Let’s go.”
Her smile was devilish. “Go where?”
I pointed across the floor.
“Are you serious?”
I nodded and dragged her behind me, picking up a lonely bottle of champers from the edge of the dancefloor.
As anticipated, the wet room was empty. I slammed her back against the tiles and her glossy red lips were ready to consume me. I tangled my tongue with hers, exhaling into her mouth as I pressed myself between her thighs. I was pent up, horny as I ground against her, and she was already wanting, tipping her head back and pinching her nipples through her soaking wet blouse. I tore the blouse from her and licked the champagne from her cleavage, pulling her corset low enough to free her pretty tits for me. And she moaned, oh fuck, how she moaned.
She hitched her skirt, and teased down her panties, and she was so hot for me, so fucking wet.
I was about to make her a whole lot fucking wetter.
“Stay still,” I growled. “Legs spread.”
I shook up the champagne and she squealed and flinched as I popped the cork, but it wasn’t aimed at her. Only the jet was aimed her way, and I aimed it good, sliding it between her soft pussy lips to spurt against her clit. She bucked and hissed, rubbing herself against the stream, and how glorious a sound it made, splashing down her thighs to pool at her feet.
“Drink,” she hissed, and she grabbed my head and pushed me to my knees. “Drink it from me, drink it from my pussy.”
She took the bottle from me as I began to lick her clean, catching all the beautiful droplets from her slick wet cunt and swallowing them down. She tipped the rest of the bottle over her tits, and the cascade soaked me, it soaked me to the skin, plastered my hair to my scalp and stung my eyes. I didn’t fucking care.
“Open wide,” she said, and I did open wide, tipping my head back to catch the final dregs from the bottle. She forced the neck to the back of my throat with a giggle, then made me suck it, and I was past giving a shit, lost in the insanity of Faye and her whirlwind of crazy.
“Good,” she breathed, pressing her clit to my mouth. “I fucking love you like this, Andy Morgan.”
I fucking loved her any which way she fucking came, and I was done fighting it. I’d have taken anything from her pussy right there, anything, on my knees with that gorgeous creature above me, needy and wet and glazed with lust.
Maybe the wet room wasn’t a Masque-only zone, after all.
And that’s when my good friend James decided to make an appearance. His pretty girl, Cat, was on his arm, and aside from a nod in our direction they were oblivious to us. Faye stroked my hair as she watched them, and soon I’d turned far enough to watch them, too.
Masque was on his knees, as I was, but it wasn’t a golden stream of champagne he was taking from Cat’s wet cunt, it was the real deal. She jerked in release, her face screwed tight with the feeling, and she was gasping, writhing, pressing his mouth to her pussy as she pissed straight down his throat.
Dear fucking God. It was disgusting, and intimate, and way too voyeuristic for fucking words, but the way he took it from her, his cock like a fucking beast between his legs as he chugged down on her filthy fucking offering, his eyes fixed on hers, needy, and desperate and hungry. Like she was a goddess, like she was everything.
Faye’s fingers were gripped tight in my hair, her whole body rigid as she watched the scene unfold. I got to my feet, gliding my hands all the way up her slick, wet body, and kissed her open mouth.
“I’ll do it,” I breathed, and felt her startle.
She pushed me away until she could see my expression. “You’ll do it?”
I nodded. “I’ll do it, and I’ll be real, on one condition.”
She looked wary, but smiled anyway. “What condition?”
I tipped her face to mine and looked right the way through her, right the way into those dark eyes and all their secrets. “I want you to be real, too.”
***
Faye
“Now?” I said, as he dragged me back through the club. “Are you serious? Right here, right now?”
“Everyone’s over there.” He gestured back to the main bar. “So, I’m hedging my bets that the playrooms will be relatively quiet.” He wasn’t wrong. He tried the door to playroom four, the only one with any privacy. “Perfect,” he said. “How about I get myself comfortable, and you go and get whatever devious fucking toys you’re determined to use on me.”