Estella & Dominic (8)
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(♡‿♡) Estella and Dominic 8 (♡‿♡)
Chris downed his rum in a single gulp instead of responding. He stared at me a little too long, trying so hard to deter his eyes from my boobs. I shifted in my seat, but there was no escape. The only distraction was straight ahead and that wasn’t helping either.
There, all kind of naughty behaviors happened spewing hotness to my veins.
Bodies moved everywhere - skin against skin, heat against heat, the rum serving as an accomplice.
I knew what alcohol do to me, how I suddenly want to be ruined by a man, and yet I kept drinking.
The music throbbed through the walls, through the floor and through me. Girls were sprawled across the stage now, arching their backs, grinding against the polished surface as their hips rolled in slow, filthy circles. The rum burned down my throat, warming my veins, and I start to feel that sudden rush of excitement.
Soon, they were all fully stripping. One by one, they peeled off their tiny tops, tossing them into the crowd. Bare breasts bounced freely under the lights, n*****s hard and pink as the air thickened with lust.
Near the center, the girl who had been straddling Jill earlier was now fully between his legs. Her body moved in a steady rhythm, rising and falling. From where I sat, the shadows concealed most of him, but the motion was glaring.
She worked in steady motions, drawing soft groans from him. Jill leaned back, his eyes partly closed as he tightened his hold in her hair, surrendering to the pleasure.
I swallowed hard.
Who would’ve thought Chris came to places like this?
My skin felt too warm. My thoughts too reckless. Images of Dominic flooded back - the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me. My pulse jumped.
Maybe I should leave.
Just then the MC’s voice boomed through the speakers.
“The Wine King is back! And you know what that means he’s here with the best of the best! Drink up, get wild, get high!”
The crowd erupted.
Flashing LED lights swept across the room, distorting faces and silhouettes. I tried to see the so-called Wine King as he stepped in, but the lights kept obstructing me.
The Wine King?
My heart skipped.
Stop it, Estella. Not every man who sells alcohol is Dominic.
Still, the thought stuck.
I pushed my chair back abruptly. I needed air and distance. And maybe cold water on my skin before I do something reckless.
“Can I talk to you... Es—tella?” Chris started, his voice hesitant.
“I’ll be right back,” I said quickly. “Restroom.”
He nodded reluctantly, his eyes following me as I walked away.
I moved forward, feeling the heat crawling under my skin. As I walked out of the main lounge, I stepped into groups of couples high from drinks and giddy with desire. I was surprised to note that a few rooms where situated before the rows of restrooms.
A couple staggered past me, lips sealed together as their hands roamed recklessly beneath skirt and waistband.
I thought I had already seen everything the club had to offer.
In the multiple rooms before the hallway of restrooms, couples were having hot steamy s*x, moaning and screaming at the top of their voices. Doors were half open, breathless gasps and the rhythmic creak of furniture blending with the sound of music. Two girls half sat, caressing their boobs and joining their coochies together as they moaned, completely unbothered by the world outside the door.
Fuck! I was beginning to get in the mood.
I shouldn’t be staring, but I was and it amplified everything, creeping slutty memories into my mind. Dominic’s hands. Dominic’s lips. How wonderful it felt when I climaxed.
God.
I needed to leave before I lost control.
“Who would’ve thought I’d find you here, Estella?”a voice came from behind me, sliding down my spine.
My breath caught.
I hadn’t even heard footsteps. Slowly, I turned and there he was.
Shirtless.
Just black shorts hanging low on his hips, outlining the solid bulge beneath. His abs looked more defined and tight, rising and falling with each breath, maybe because of the light sheen of sweat. His skin glistened under the white hallway lights.
Dominic looked like temptation sculpted into flesh.
My throat went dry.
“Do...minic,” I whispered.
He smiled slowly, taking his lips in. “Miss me?”
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