SEAN
I had enough watching; I was ready to have some for myself. Rising to my feet, I dragged Meara off Damien’s lap. He protested, raising his arms to try to keep her to himself. I shook my head, warning him that his time was up.
Meara smiled drunkenly at me. She hadn’t even touched her beer, so I knew it wasn’t alcohol that was playing with her mind. Leading her onto the dance floor, I was free to caress her above the dress. She threw herself into the action, wrapping her arms around my neck. We dry-humped each other, grinding up and down to the beat.
I slid my hands down her spine, feeling the weight of the fabric bunch up in my hands. Cupping her backside, I squeezed gently, pulling her against my crotch. The masturbation in the front seat of Damien’s car was beginning to wear off. My cock was itching for more action, the kind that involved Meara and not just the image of her.
I was the only one who hadn’t been able to touch her yet, and I didn’t think that was fair. As if in response to my unspoken desire, Damien appeared beside us. He didn’t ask for permission before putting his hands on Meara from the opposite side.
We danced as a trio, the intern between us. She arched back, slinging her arms around Damien’s neck. Putting her head down on his shoulder, she treated me to an eyeful of plump breasts. It was all I could do not to undress her right there. Throwing caution to the wind, I leaned down to nip at her flesh. The rounded tops were exposed above the dress, providing just enough material for me to work with.
I licked up one and down the other, helping her hips rock against mine at the same time. We were dangerously close to making love on the dance floor, but no one seemed to care. There were dozens of other couples doing the same thing, pulsing and twirling to the manic beat. I slid my hands up the front of her body, pausing to tease her nipples beneath the fabric.
She was glorious, and the fact that my best friend was right there with me did nothing to diminish my drive. In fact, I was looking forward to sharing her with him. It made the whole thing even sexier.
I reached around and grabbed the lapels of Damien’s suit, pulling him closer. Meara squirmed between us, her hips the only thing separating one man from the other. Throwing her hands up in the air, she released both of us, scraping her chest across mine and her ass down Damien’s crotch.
The music thrummed, blinding me to everything but her. She grabbed fistfuls of my hair, bringing my mouth down onto hers. We shared the briefest kiss before we had to come up for air. The vibe was hot, the dance floor lit. We were jumping and pounding to a rhythm as old as time. Around us, people whirled, bounced, and twerked. I felt other dancers brush my shoulders, the room packed and shaking with energy.
Nobody cared how close the three of us got. We could have snuck one in while the techno beat blared, and the other dancers would be none the wiser. The song wound on and on, teasing us with its infinite length. I was about to call it quits when the tempo dropped, signaling a break in the action.
Taking Meara by the hand, I led her off the dance floor. We collapsed into chairs at Kent’s table, each one of us occupying our own. I reached for my beer, downing the last half. It was time to go.
I wanted more than I could accomplish in the club, and I felt like I was owed a bit of alone time with our favorite intern. I called a huddle, bringing the four of us together to discuss the next steps.
“Would you guys be okay if I took Meara home with me tonight?” I asked, not really expecting any resistance.
Damien looked pained. I knew he was trying to be a good friend, but his clock was wound as tightly as mine. She had been grinding against him for the past fifteen minutes, and he wanted to sink his teeth into her.
“Next time!” I promised my friend.
We all looked at Meara. She fixed her eyes on me, as if I was the only man in the room. “Okay. Let’s go.”
That was music to my ears. I shot out of my seat so fast it was like I had never even occupied it. Reaching across the table, I took her by the hand. We walked out of the club like a power couple, on to the next great adventure. When the night air gripped my shoulders and the noise of the club faded into the background, I realized that we didn’t have a ride.
Damien was the one who had brought us there. My car was back at the sushi place. Meara’s car was right alongside it, and after that last beer, I didn’t think driving would be a good idea anyway. I would be damned before I went back into the club to ask for a ride like some lovesick teenager. There were ways around missing cars in this day and age.
I opened my phone and called for a rideshare. There were dozens buzzing around the city at night, and it took only a minute before someone pulled up to the curb. I opened the door and escorted Meara in. The driver was a woman, so I didn’t have to contend with another man’s opinion of my date. It also meant there could be no heavy petting in the back seat.
I had to content myself with holding her hand. It was sweet. It felt almost like we were teenagers stuck in her parents’ car for the time being. We had to be proper and circumspect when what we really wanted to do was rip our clothes off.
Luckily, the driver wasn’t in a chatty mood. She kept her eyes on the road and her opinions to herself. It was probably obvious what was happening. We were two overdressed partygoers taking a rideshare back to an apartment building. There was only one narrative that fit.
I gave her a tip when we reached our destination, for being professional and not losing any time. Meara stopped on the sidewalk to watch me pay, gazing up at my building with an impressed smile.
I chose it because it was the best. I wasn’t above being amazed myself by the sculpted lines and angular features of the apartment building. I rented the penthouse, all the way at the top. It came with roof access, although that wasn’t the opening I was most interested in at the moment.
Any four walls would do to provide cover for the spectacle I wanted to make. Even a backseat with a willing driver would suit my needs. I wasn’t picky. It was all about Meara and getting her out of that dress. It did its job, highlighting her curves and concealing all her luscious spaces. But it was time to move on to bigger and better things, namely her naked form stretched out on my bed.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets. It was the only way I was going to last until the end of the elevator ride. She saw what I was doing and didn’t approve. Walking slowly toward me, she licked her lips. It was torture, and she knew it—what she was doing unhinged me.
I stroked my beard, imagining all the things I was going to do to her when we were finally alone. I had waited long enough for this night, and there were only a few minutes left between me and ultimate release.
“You’ll get what’s coming,” I promised her.
“Are you sure I can’t tempt you into a kiss?” She leaned up against the elevator wall right beside me, sliding one finger down my arm.
“In just a minute,” I swore.