Backing her up, I nod my head to Hemy and he kicks the chair that’s sitting behind Aspen closer to us. He already knows what I plan to do. I’ll have to remember to thank him for looking out for me later.
I can hear the surrounding women screaming and getting excited as I guide Aspen down to the chair and place both her hands on my stomach. The women f**king love this chair and so will she. I’ll f**king make sure of that.
She gives me a nervous look as I stand between her thighs and start grinding my hips to the beat of the music while slowly undoing the top of my pants. We wouldn’t usually do this in such a big crowd, but I want her more than anything I’ve wanted in a long f**king time. Even if that means f**king her right here, I will do it with no shame.
I pull my pants down my hips just enough so the head of my c**k is exposed to her. Her eyes widen as I push her hands down further and lean down into her ear. “Like I said, it’s against the rules.” I suck in her earlobe as I guide her hand over my bare skin and squeeze her hand over my head. “But I want you to touch it.”
Her breathing picks up as her hand starts caressing my c**k through my thin pants. Each time her hand touches the head, I close my eyes and moan and so does she. It feels so f**king good that I could bend her over this chair right now, slide that dress up and f**k her; no regrets; just pure erotic sex. I don’t mind giving a good show; displaying what I f**king do best.
“That’s it. You like touching my c**k with everyone watching? Does it turn you on to know you’re the one sitting in this chair, groping my hard cock? All these women would kill to be doing this.” I grab her hand and help her to smear my pre cum over the head of my dick. “See how bad I want you, Aspen?” I pull her hand away from my erection and bring it up to her lips. “I tasted you. Now it’s your turn.”
She leans her head back and closes her eyes as I brush her fingers over her lips, giving her a taste of what she does to me. It’s so dark in here that I doubt anyone can see that the head of my dick is on display. She must feel the same way because she seems to be enjoying it as much as I am.
She moans and licks my taste from her lips as she rubs her hand up my erection, pulling me closer. She loves my taste. I can tell by the way she licks her lips once more, savoring the taste before opening her eyes as if she’s just noticed the crazy crowd of women surrounding us. “Slade.” She pulls her hands away from my body and runs them over the side of her dress, embarrassed. “I’m not doing this. Especially, right now. I told you to stay away from me, dammit,” she says breathless. “I meant it.”
Standing up, she pulls her dress down and pushes me out of the way. “Go f**k yourself,” she growls.
She says one thing, but her eyes say another. I think I’ll listen to her eyes. They don’t lie as much as her f**king mouth.
Biting my bottom lip, I bring my body against hers and pull one of her legs up to wrap around my waist. Then, I lean her back and slowly grind my hips against her aching pu**y while tugging on her hair. I’ve been imagining this for f**king days. It would almost be too easy for me to just pull her panties aside right now and slip right inside her. The thought causes me to moan against her lips.
I can feel her leg tighten around me as her body starts trembling beneath my touch. I know and she knows that she’s about to have an orgasm right here in front of everyone. It f**king pleases me, knowing it’s from my doing. I can get her anywhere and she knows it.
Thrusting my hips, I move slowly to be sure she can feel the head of my c**k rubbing against her clit through her thin panties. I want her to imagine just how much better it would be if it were inside of her; deep inside of her and filling her to max.
I pull her neck up and grind my hips one last time right as her body starts shaking and her breathing comes out in short quick bursts. “I told you my c**k feels good, baby. It’s going to feel even better inside you, claiming you.”
Pulling out of my grasp, she gives me a heated but angry look before slapping me right across the face. The contact stings, making my dick even harder for her. I’ve done her in and she f**king knows it. She can barely even stand right now and it has me so turned on, I may not even make it through the rest of the night without having to release this tension. “I f**king hate you. You’re such an ass**le, Slade.”
The women start screaming and throwing money as she walks away and dips into the bathroom. They all want their turn, but all I want is to finish what I started. She’s mad, but it’s not at me. It’s at herself for wanting me. It’s written all over her face; enough for everyone to see.
* * *
I’m standing there wiping my sweat off when Hemy leans in next to me and whistles while looking across the room. “Hot dayum. She is one fine piece of ass. I think we need to tag team that shit later. You can bend her over and f**k her while she sucks my cock. I saw how worked up you got her while you were dancing for her. She needs a good f**k.”
I bring my eyes up to see Aspen leaning over the bar, tugging on the back of her tight little dress. Damn, those legs are enough to hypnotize a man and almost make him forget where the f**k he’s at and why he’s there in the first place. Just one look at her and I can’t deny that I want that all to myself.
“That, mother f**ker is all mine. I’ve already gotten a taste and I’m not sharing.” I reach for the nearest shot glass and slam it back, closing my eyes as the slight burning sensation slides down my throat, giving me a temporary feeling of relief. It’s nothing strong enough though. Not even enough to give me a buzz.
“Well, good luck with that shit, bro. It seems that ass**le at the bar thinks otherwise.” He pauses for a second as I open my eyes and look up. He points and grips my shoulder. “She doesn’t seem too happy. You better take care of that shit before I do.”
I growl as some drunken ass**le grabs her by the hips and attempts to pull her into his lap. I can see, even from back here that she isn’t into it. “I’ll be right f**king back. Start without me.” I slam the shot glass down and take off towards the bar. I am so heated right now, I could break this mother f**ker’s jaw.
I can slightly make out what they’re saying as I get closer and I am right. This ass**le is definitely drunk. Not a good move on his part.
“I said no, ass**le.” Aspen reaches for his hand and tries prying it away from her waist while looking out in the crowd as if searching for someone. Neither one of them seem to take notice of me approaching. That’s cool with me. I’m still going to f**k him up.