After he wows the crowd, I am swept away by my friends when one of our favorite songs blares from the speakers. Being here with them, remembering simpler times where warding off hangovers rather than evil mystical beings was our biggest worry, pulls at my heartstrings. In this moment, we’re the only ones in the expansive, crowded club, singing our hearts out about youth and recklessness. Because this is what it’s all about- having fun, conquering the night, suffering the next day, and doing it all again.
We shouldn’t have to grow up. We shouldn’t have to be mature. But that’s our reality; we can’t go back to how things once were. So all we have is tonight. Tonight, we’ll be as ridiculous and juvenile as possible. Tonight, we’ll make bad choices that we may regret tomorrow. Tonight, it’s all about us. Because our nights like this are numbered. My nights are numbered.
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Large, soft hands caress every inch of my naked body, alternating wet kisses on every erogenous zone. My neck. My shoulders. My nipples. My belly bottom. The back of my knees. The sensitive skin of my inner thighs. One hand grasps the satin sheets while my other reaches out to the source of my pleasure. My fingers weave through silken strands of hair, tugging gently. He brings his head up to mine, a sexy half-smile on his full lips. Dorian. Naked and utterly beautiful.
“Do I make you feel good, baby?” he murmurs as he nuzzles into my neck, licking and sucking a trail to my earlobe.
“Mmmm, yes, Dorian,” I coo, letting my eyes close.
“How good?” His teeth graze my skin, sending prickly heat down to the pit of my belly.
“So. Good,” I gasp.
His hands are still all over me- rolling my nipples between those magic fingers, teasing my swollen clit. I pull him down, unable to resist not feeling his lips for a second more. Dorian sucks my tongue into his mouth, nipping and tasting until I feel I could explode from his kiss alone. Another set of hands joins his yet I am too caught up in Dorian’s flavor to even be startled. The hands are large, strong yet soft. They are moving up my thighs, replacing Dorian’s fingers as he moves to cup and fondle my aching breasts. When he pulls away, our erotic intruder comes into view.
Jared. Holy shit! Jared!
He’s all hardened muscle, sun-kissed skin and a smattering of sexy, dark tattoos on his chest and biceps. Shit, he’s gorgeous and my body instantly responds to him. He grins seductively while swirling my sex with long, adept fingers. I look to Dorian, awaiting the onslaught of his wrath yet he gazes back at me with nothing but pure unadulterated desire as he continues to flick and caress. As if it were choreographed, they switch places- Dorian between my legs and Jared at my torso. He licks his lips, taking in the sight of my naked body for the very first time.
“God, Gabs, I want you so bad,” he rasps. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Too long. Do you want me?”
Do I? Hell yes!
I feel Dorian’s wet tongue on my inner thighs, his teeth nibbling the sensitive area. I moan, unable to overanalyze an appropriate response.
“Yes, Jared,” I breathe, just as Dorian slowly inserts a finger inside me, making it impossible to backpedal.
Simultaneously, their tongues are inside me- Jared in my mouth and Dorian in my dripping wet heat. My body shudders at the sensation and I moan into Jared’s mouth as his hands find my heavy mounds. I know I won’t be able to hold on. It just feels too good. So. Damn. Good.
When Jared pulls his mouth away, I see that we are not alone. On the other side of me kneels Aurora, clad in only a pair of lace panties. She smiles at me lustfully, biting her bottom lip. My traitorous breath catches in response. She is absolutely beautiful. Sexy and perfect. I hate that I don’t find her presence revolting. I find her so damn enticing.
Jared leans over me and pulls Aurora’s mouth to his, causing a slight twinge of jealousy to stiffen my body. Dorian sucks my flesh into his mouth hard, making all bitter thoughts abandon me. As Jared and Aurora continue their lip-lock, they each begin to caress my breasts. The combination of sensation is sheer torture and bliss and I come with a hoarse cry. Dorian laps up my release, refusing to show me any mercy though my flesh is almost achingly sensitive. It’s too much. I don’t know if I can take anymore.
Jared and Aurora break their kiss then look down at me. Jared grasps my hand, placing it on Aurora’s thigh. Her skin is so soft and silky, her scent involuntarily making my mouth water. I can’t help myself; I slowly let it move up her body, feeling the heat of her sex against my hand. She parts her legs, allowing me to cup it through the lace of her panties. Hearing her moan in response, along with Dorian between my thighs still strumming my own sex, only encourages me. I let my fingers stroke her wetness, the thin layer of fabric our only barrier. She leans over and places her pink lips around my hardened nipple as we both cry out our satisfaction in lustful harmony.