Stanton Bliss

I’m feeling more myself tonight. Maybe I just needed to fight with Margaret all along. It felt so good calling her a bitch to her face.

I am wearing a black loose fitted wrap around dress with a black bikini underneath in case we go swimming at the beach on the way home. We get to the crowded bar surrounded with people and Joshua stands protectively behind me, gently sweeping my hair to one side of my neck. The music has a deep beating base, and Joshua slowly kisses my neck.

“If I kiss you here.” He kisses me on the neck. “What happens?”

“I would tell you to keep going.” I smile against his cheek.

“If I bite you here.” He nips me on the neck and I yelp, there it is, my pleasure with my pain. “What happens?”

My eyes close. “I get wet,” I whisper, releasing a smile. I like this game.

“Mmm,” he murmurs in my ear.

A spot becomes available and we go to the front. He leans over. “I will have two Cointreau’s immediately, and…” He does an internal count. “Ten Margaritas and ten lagers, please.”

The waitress makes the two Cointreau’s and passes them to us. He pays and gestures to a table over to the side of the bar that is surrounded with people facing the dance floor. “We will be over here.”

“Ok, thank you. Ten minutes.”

Joshua takes the two drinks and walks through the crowd over to the table and sits down. I follow but before I can speak, he has pulled me onto his lap.

His tongue dives deeply into my mouth. “Joshua, what are we doing over here?”

“I need to feel it.”

“Feel what?”

“How wet you are.”

My eyes widen. “Here?” I whisper.

He bites my ear from behind.

“But, Ben…” My eyes flutter around to Ben, who is now standing against the wall to keep an eye on us as we go to the bar.

“He can only see our heads, we are shielded by the people and the crowd.”

“Joshua.”

“He’s preoccupied with Bridget.” He sighs in frustration.

My eyes flick around and, sure enough, on the other side of the dance floor Bridget is dancing with her German and Ben is watching her like a raging hawk.

And then I feel Joshua’s hand slide up the inside of my thigh, underneath my dress, and we’re shielded only by the table as I sit on his lap.

“Open your legs.”

My eyes widen. “Josh.”

His strong fingers push my bikini pants to the side and swipe through my wet flesh, “Dripping,” he whispers into my ear as he starts to kiss my neck. “Nice and creamy.” My breath catches. “Just how I need it.”

He slowly pushes into me with his two thick fingers and it’s all I can do not to close my eyes in pleasure.

“Act normal.” His tongue roams up and down my neck.

Fuck, act normal? How in the hell do I do that?

“Wider.”

“Huh?”

“Open your legs wider,” he orders.

“We are in a club,” I whisper at him over my shoulder. I can feel his large erection through his shorts beneath me.

“We are in the dark and you are on my lap under the table, nobody can see.”

He pumps me with his fingers gently. From the outside we look like I am just sitting on his lap with my legs wide. But underneath my dress, Joshua’s magic fingers are slowly sinking in and out of me. I’m wet, so wet and I am starting to throb. He pushes me hard again and I fall forward onto the table.

“Stop moving,” he whispers. “Behave.”

I shudder. God, I love this man.

For five minutes, we sit alone in the dark, his fingers working me, my body riding his. We are both quivering as we hold off our arousal. The song Yeah by Usher comes on, and I know I have to have him to it.

“Fuck me,” I whisper over my shoulder.

His lips take mine aggressively.

“Here?” he pants darkly.

I am trying my hardest to slow my heartbeat. “I need your cock inside of me now.”

“Beautiful slut.” He growls as he takes my lips again in his hard.

“Lean forward and pick up your drink slowly,” he instructs softly into my ear sending goose bumps scattering across my skin.

“What?” I frown.

“Get off my dick so I can get it out.”

I bubble up a giggle and slowly lean forward in the dark to lift my drink, I can feel him fiddling with the Velcro on his shorts beneath me and I look uninterested as my eyes flicker around to see if the others have noticed. Surprisingly, nobody has. With one hand, Joshua opens my lips underneath my dress, and the other hand, he places on my hip, pulling me down in one strong motion.

My eyes close.

We stay still, normal and uninteresting to the outside world, but feeling absolute perfection on the inside.

“Natasha.” His breath stutters. “You feel so fucking good around my cock, baby.”

Usher’s sexy voice calls out as a cloud of arousal hangs heavily over me. I can’t see, I can’t think. I can only feel the large thick muscle that is deep inside my body, throbbing, begging to be fucked hard.

“This cock is yours. Work for it,” he whispers.

My eyes close. Oh, dear god.

“Milk me.”

I squeeze him hard and we both groan silently.

“I can’t move. You need to milk me.” He bites my ear.

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