keep
him from putting his dick in her. Hell, if that’s the case, I don’t
blame her. I’d let a hot chick lick on me all day long if it saved
me from Tonin. Of course, I’d let a hot chick lick on me all day
anyway, but that’s not the point.
The brunette pulls Tommi’s lacy panties from
one hip and I let my eyes wander back up a flat, golden stomach to
pale-white, creamy breasts that are absolutely perfect in every
way. They’re plump and high and topped with dusky pink nipples that
are just the right size. At the moment, they’re hard as damn rocks,
too.
My cock stirs in my jeans and I think to
myself that I should go back downstairs. Tonin would be mad as hell
if he found me up here creeping on his party, but I can’t tear my
eyes away from Tommi. She’s the sexiest, most beautiful thing I’ve
ever seen. Her skin is flawless, her body exquisite. Every long,
tall inch of it.
I pull my gaze away from her tits to find
her face. Her eyes are open now. And focused on me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN- TOMMI
In my mind, Sig is so real. With the thump
of the music drowning out reality, I can feel his hands on my body,
his mouth at my breast, his hair between my fingers. In my fantasy,
in the quiet of my mind, I can be anywhere, with anybody. And I
chose Sig. Whether I meant to or not, he’s on my mind more often
than not lately.
Heat and moisture spread from my nipples
down my stomach to my navel. Fingers tug at my panties and I want
more than anything to lose myself to sensation. To him.
Only this isn’t real. Not what’s in my head.
It’s just a dream, a foggy place where I go to escape whatever is
happening to me. I’ve done it most of my life and it’s always
worked. Until tonight. I know when I open my eyes, I won’t see Sig.
I’ll be alone in a room full of people, in a room full of people
who don’t even know me, who only want something from me that I
don’t want to give.
Reluctantly, my lids drift up and lock onto
a pair of eyes that look onyx in the shadows, eyes that I’ve been
dreaming about since I first saw them sparkle in the sunshine. For
a few seconds, I can’t be sure I’m not still in my dream world.
Is Sig really standing in the doorway,
watching me? I don’t know.
His gaze devours me, delves into my soul,
through the windows of my pupils. I can feel him touching me there,
like I can feel his stare touching me everywhere else.
Like a caress, I watch his eyes fall to my
lips. I wet them because they burn for him, for his kiss. I see his
perusal skim my throat and chest and stray to my breasts. My
nipples tingle into sharp points, aching for the man who stands
across the room. My stomach muscles contract when the dark orbs
tease them. And when they go lower, as though stripping me barer
than I already am, I feel the gush of warmth between my legs.
I gasp, teetering between what’s real and
what’s imagined. It’s when Sig’s eyes return to mine, blazing with
a fire that singes my nerve ends, that I realize he’s here. He’s
really here, standing in the doorway, watching as another woman
touches me so that Lance can get off. What he doesn’t know is that his is the only touch that I crave–Sig’s.
I jerk my eyes away. I have to fight the
urge to cover myself because I can’t draw Lance’s attention to Sig
or this night will go sideways in a hurry. Instead, I tug on
Felicia’s head and bring her back up to stand in front of me. “I
need to go to the bathroom,” I tell her.
With a sexy smile, she nods and whirls away
to grab the pole with one hand and swing her body around it, always
the performer. I hold up one finger to Lance, who just lays his
head back and closes his eyes as Amber bobs up and down on him.
Trying not to act self-conscious, I walk
across the room in only my heels and panties, my head held high. I
remind myself that nobody knows me. Not really. They might think
they do, that they can judge me, but they can’t. They have no idea
what my life is like,
him from putting his dick in her. Hell, if that’s the case, I don’t
blame her. I’d let a hot chick lick on me all day long if it saved
me from Tonin. Of course, I’d let a hot chick lick on me all day
anyway, but that’s not the point.
The brunette pulls Tommi’s lacy panties from
one hip and I let my eyes wander back up a flat, golden stomach to
pale-white, creamy breasts that are absolutely perfect in every
way. They’re plump and high and topped with dusky pink nipples that
are just the right size. At the moment, they’re hard as damn rocks,
too.
My cock stirs in my jeans and I think to
myself that I should go back downstairs. Tonin would be mad as hell
if he found me up here creeping on his party, but I can’t tear my
eyes away from Tommi. She’s the sexiest, most beautiful thing I’ve
ever seen. Her skin is flawless, her body exquisite. Every long,
tall inch of it.
I pull my gaze away from her tits to find
her face. Her eyes are open now. And focused on me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN- TOMMI
In my mind, Sig is so real. With the thump
of the music drowning out reality, I can feel his hands on my body,
his mouth at my breast, his hair between my fingers. In my fantasy,
in the quiet of my mind, I can be anywhere, with anybody. And I
chose Sig. Whether I meant to or not, he’s on my mind more often
than not lately.
Heat and moisture spread from my nipples
down my stomach to my navel. Fingers tug at my panties and I want
more than anything to lose myself to sensation. To him.
Only this isn’t real. Not what’s in my head.
It’s just a dream, a foggy place where I go to escape whatever is
happening to me. I’ve done it most of my life and it’s always
worked. Until tonight. I know when I open my eyes, I won’t see Sig.
I’ll be alone in a room full of people, in a room full of people
who don’t even know me, who only want something from me that I
don’t want to give.
Reluctantly, my lids drift up and lock onto
a pair of eyes that look onyx in the shadows, eyes that I’ve been
dreaming about since I first saw them sparkle in the sunshine. For
a few seconds, I can’t be sure I’m not still in my dream world.
Is Sig really standing in the doorway,
watching me? I don’t know.
His gaze devours me, delves into my soul,
through the windows of my pupils. I can feel him touching me there,
like I can feel his stare touching me everywhere else.
Like a caress, I watch his eyes fall to my
lips. I wet them because they burn for him, for his kiss. I see his
perusal skim my throat and chest and stray to my breasts. My
nipples tingle into sharp points, aching for the man who stands
across the room. My stomach muscles contract when the dark orbs
tease them. And when they go lower, as though stripping me barer
than I already am, I feel the gush of warmth between my legs.
I gasp, teetering between what’s real and
what’s imagined. It’s when Sig’s eyes return to mine, blazing with
a fire that singes my nerve ends, that I realize he’s here. He’s
really here, standing in the doorway, watching as another woman
touches me so that Lance can get off. What he doesn’t know is that his is the only touch that I crave–Sig’s.
I jerk my eyes away. I have to fight the
urge to cover myself because I can’t draw Lance’s attention to Sig
or this night will go sideways in a hurry. Instead, I tug on
Felicia’s head and bring her back up to stand in front of me. “I
need to go to the bathroom,” I tell her.
With a sexy smile, she nods and whirls away
to grab the pole with one hand and swing her body around it, always
the performer. I hold up one finger to Lance, who just lays his
head back and closes his eyes as Amber bobs up and down on him.
Trying not to act self-conscious, I walk
across the room in only my heels and panties, my head held high. I
remind myself that nobody knows me. Not really. They might think
they do, that they can judge me, but they can’t. They have no idea
what my life is like,
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