your friends if you’d like.” With that, he led me into the club with his hand on my lower, lower back and motioned me toward the VIP area where I saw eight just as handsome men taking shots with barely clothed women scattered in between them. Of course he would have pretty friends. I was betting they were all personal trainers or models by the looks of it.
He motioned me to have a seat and immediately sat right next to me with his thigh rubbing against my own. We knew each other’s triggers and subtle public affection was one of mine. No one around us knew how turned on I was by his simple touch and I knew he would become more confident in his moves if he got away with it from the start. He liked the risk of being seen, as well.
Last time we were together, he led me to what I thought was a set elevators to head upstairs, but it ended up being a hallway used for employees and began unzipping his zipper as he pushed me against the wall. I had already been ready for him to take me—upstairs in the confines of his room—and couldn’t protest when I felt his hard cock slide against my slippery entrance. He could be such a loving, passionate lover at times but was also rough and dominant just as often. After pulling out a condom and wrapping himself, he lifted me up then let me fall all the way down his shaft, inch by inch, filling me all the way and I couldn’t stifle my moans. His long length and exquisite girth wasn’t something I had just found out about, yet it always took me by surprise. He never let up until I felt him jerk inside me when my name escaped his lips. Just as he started to pull out of me, a slot machine technician walked by with a huge-ass grin on his face. I couldn’t tell you how long he had been there, but he didn’t seem like he would be one to stop us mid-session. Our clothes were haphazardly put back in place, my lips swollen from Tate biting and sucking on them, and the worker had the damn nerve to high five Tate. After the worker walked out of our sight, I tried being mad at him, but his cocky grin made me laugh and any negative thoughts were forgotten. I did have marks on my back for the next week as a reminder, though.
“I would be lying if I told you I hadn’t thought about you, Payton. I know what I was for you, and will take what I can, but I miss you.” Tate’s hand moved up my thigh and met the edge of my dress and lingered there for a while. He was such a flirt. I hadn’t heard the banter going on between his friends, but realized they were attempting to bring me in on the conversation.
“Are you the infamous Payton? Man, I feel like I’ve known you for years, girl. Did you miss Tate enough to come back for more?” the guy across from me asked. Tate 2.0 was an ass. He looked so similar to Tate that he could have been his brother, but I knew from our past encounters that Tate didn’t have brothers.
Why was Tate talking to his friends about me?
“Not cool, cuz. You’ve had enough beer and girls for the night. Why don’t you head upstairs and sleep it off?” So that was why they looked familiar. 2.0 just smirked and flipped us off while he walked off to the dance floor to find his next victim.
“Sorry about Darren, he’s kind of a dick. The rest of us aren’t so bad. I’m Tyler, the groom and the one responsible for bringing these meatheads down to sin city. It may not have been my best decision ever.” He is sweet. Blond hair, green eyes, and a laid back style made him approachable and I could see some woman falling head over heels for him. He had one full sleeve of tattoos, and from the looks of it, he was probably hiding a dozen more.
The rest of the guys were preoccupied with their female companions for the night and Tyler suggested the three of us should hit the dance floor. I was a bit worried that maybe Tyler thought he could have some fun with us on his last night of freedom.
He motioned me to have a seat and immediately sat right next to me with his thigh rubbing against my own. We knew each other’s triggers and subtle public affection was one of mine. No one around us knew how turned on I was by his simple touch and I knew he would become more confident in his moves if he got away with it from the start. He liked the risk of being seen, as well.
Last time we were together, he led me to what I thought was a set elevators to head upstairs, but it ended up being a hallway used for employees and began unzipping his zipper as he pushed me against the wall. I had already been ready for him to take me—upstairs in the confines of his room—and couldn’t protest when I felt his hard cock slide against my slippery entrance. He could be such a loving, passionate lover at times but was also rough and dominant just as often. After pulling out a condom and wrapping himself, he lifted me up then let me fall all the way down his shaft, inch by inch, filling me all the way and I couldn’t stifle my moans. His long length and exquisite girth wasn’t something I had just found out about, yet it always took me by surprise. He never let up until I felt him jerk inside me when my name escaped his lips. Just as he started to pull out of me, a slot machine technician walked by with a huge-ass grin on his face. I couldn’t tell you how long he had been there, but he didn’t seem like he would be one to stop us mid-session. Our clothes were haphazardly put back in place, my lips swollen from Tate biting and sucking on them, and the worker had the damn nerve to high five Tate. After the worker walked out of our sight, I tried being mad at him, but his cocky grin made me laugh and any negative thoughts were forgotten. I did have marks on my back for the next week as a reminder, though.
“I would be lying if I told you I hadn’t thought about you, Payton. I know what I was for you, and will take what I can, but I miss you.” Tate’s hand moved up my thigh and met the edge of my dress and lingered there for a while. He was such a flirt. I hadn’t heard the banter going on between his friends, but realized they were attempting to bring me in on the conversation.
“Are you the infamous Payton? Man, I feel like I’ve known you for years, girl. Did you miss Tate enough to come back for more?” the guy across from me asked. Tate 2.0 was an ass. He looked so similar to Tate that he could have been his brother, but I knew from our past encounters that Tate didn’t have brothers.
Why was Tate talking to his friends about me?
“Not cool, cuz. You’ve had enough beer and girls for the night. Why don’t you head upstairs and sleep it off?” So that was why they looked familiar. 2.0 just smirked and flipped us off while he walked off to the dance floor to find his next victim.
“Sorry about Darren, he’s kind of a dick. The rest of us aren’t so bad. I’m Tyler, the groom and the one responsible for bringing these meatheads down to sin city. It may not have been my best decision ever.” He is sweet. Blond hair, green eyes, and a laid back style made him approachable and I could see some woman falling head over heels for him. He had one full sleeve of tattoos, and from the looks of it, he was probably hiding a dozen more.
The rest of the guys were preoccupied with their female companions for the night and Tyler suggested the three of us should hit the dance floor. I was a bit worried that maybe Tyler thought he could have some fun with us on his last night of freedom.
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