We haven’t taken it further than, I think they call it, third base. Basically, fingers, hands, and tongues. Well, his fingers, hands, and tongue. I’ve not got so much as a glimpse of the crown jewels. He distracts me with multiple orgasms until I basically pass out. It surprises me, his lack of wanting anything in return, especially if the rumours I’ve heard about his promiscuous ways are true. But so far, it’s been all about my pleasure.
My thoughts are disrupted by one of the servers presenting us with another gleaming tray, this time with rows of colourful pills on it. I look round to see the other tables being offered the same platters.
“What’s this?” I question, a flare of adrenaline rushing through my veins at the opportunity of a new oblivion.
“This, Pretty Girl, is tonight’s high, brought to you by the Black Knights of Highgate!” Loki announces, raising his voice and standing up, throwing his arms wide to cheers from the crowd. I can’t help but laugh at his antics, bouncing in my seat.
“Made by the finest chemists in Israel, we give you our own personal high. Choose blue for a giggle, orange if you want to expand your mind. Pink is for if you're feeling naughty, and red,” he turns his gaze to me, an understanding look in his eyes. “Red is if you require complete oblivion.”
My breath hitches and my heart rate picks up at this.How does he know?
He settles back down, still looking at me. “What'll it be, baby?” he asks, one brow raised.
“Red,” I whisper, my eyes locked with his.
He pauses for a second, and I can hear Ash behind me, muttering under his breath.
“Allow me,” Loki says, taking the little red pill off the tray and placing it on the tip of his tongue, a daring look in his eyes. So, accepting the challenge with a wide grin, I lean closer and suck it off. Then he hands me my wine to swallow it down, watching me with an intensity to his gaze that I struggle to fully interpret.
As I set my goblet down, I notice that none of the guys have taken anything off the trays for themselves. I turn to Ash, intending to ask if he isn't going to imbibe tonight. My words get stuck in my mouth when I see him staring at me, his grey eyes ablaze with fury.
“What's the matter?” I ask, drawing in a sharp breath and taken aback by how pissed he looks.
“Those pills are strong, Lilly. So no more tonight,” he orders, jaw clenched and getting up.
I see we're back to being Ash-hole again!
Before I can rip him a new one for being an overbearing jizzstain, he storms off.
“Why is he always such a twat?” I muse aloud, hearing Jax’s gruff hoot from across the table.
“He’s right though, this is no playground shit,” Jax tells me in his sexy, deep voice, his blue eyes troubled.
I roll my eyes, waving my hand. “I know what I’m doing, I’ve taken Molly before.”
“Not quite like this, I don't think,” Kai adds, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and shifting in his seat, tugging his shirt cuffs into place even though he’s as neat as a pin.
Whatever.
About twenty minutes later, I start to feel the buzz spreading over my body like a wash of warm water. It’s incredible. The lights become brighter, glowing like stars all round me, and a delighted laugh rings out from my lips, sounding like the finest music to my ears.
“You buzzing, baby?” I hear Loki’s amused drawl sound to my right, and I turn to look at him, gasping as my eyes find his green ones glowing.
“Your eyes are so beautiful, Loki,” I tell him dreamily, leaning forward to get closer. “They’re like emerald fire.”
“Yep, she’s buzzing alright,” I hear Jax laugh, his deep voice causing a shiver to take over my body, my eyelids closing, and I groan aloud at the pleasurable sensation.
“I would fuck your voice if I could, Jax,” I moan, this time hearing Loki barking with mirth, and Kai’s melodic chuckle.
I listen to their laughter and let it wrap round me like a warm, comforting blanket. The sound of the music starts to filter into my eardrums, the sound of the drums beating along in time to my heartbeat. It’s a sensual version ofTainted Loveby Love, Alexa. I find myself swaying along, opening my eyes when a warm hand grasps mine.
“Let’s dance, Pretty Girl,” Loki says, voice low and husky, pulling me up to my feet.
He leads the way to the dance floor, drawing my back to his front as we dance to the slow and bacchanalian rhythm. Everywhere he touches me, even through my clothes, burns with electric fire until I feel as though sparks must be flying off me. I look down, gasping when I see that they aren’t.
My gaze gets lost in the moving colours of my dress, until I feel Loki’s hand on my waist pulling me closer, guiding my arms up and round his neck behind me. I can feel how happy he is to be there, his hardness grinding into my arse.
“Loki,” I gasp out, pushing my hips back into him, desperate to feel more.