Chapter 31
Chapter 31:
“I thought bringing you here would loosen you up,” Nash said, nudging my drink. I took another big gulp, wanting to let go and stop overthinking the impossible. “Go dance; those two guys have been eyeing you since they saw you p>
Nash kissed my shoulder. I was wearing a tight-fitting shirt and even tighter jeans, another set of clubwear he had bought for me.
Though I tried to pull down the cropped shirt several times, I knew Nash was happy with the attention it was getting. “Will you join me?” I asked.
“No,” he answered, “but I’ll watch, and you have my permission to invite those guys for drinks if they’re interested.” Just as I was about to head to the dance floor, Nash told me to open my mouth.
He slipped something into my mouth, and I was handed a bottle of water. He smirked, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
“Thank you,” I said, winking, and swallowed the pill with the water. Nash definitely remembered how horny I got after the rave I attended with Marx. I knew he was trying to recreate that night. But then my mind wandered back to when he had said he wanted to…
I couldn’t stop thinking about what Nash had said earlier, how he wanted to see me play with others while he watched. My body responded to the idea, and I felt my dick twitch, eager to join in. Fuck.
“Go, I want to see you shake that sexy ass of yours. Go play with them, and face my way p>
I hesitated for a moment but followed his instructions. Before I could move, he turned me to face him and kissed me deeply, his hands groping my ass. I moaned, tasting the sweet alcohol on his lips, but then I whined when he pulled away, responding to the flirty whistling from behind us.
“Baby, you need to go now, or I’ll lose it and bend you over this bar p>
I blushed at the thought, my mind racing with the possibility. Damn, I really needed to get my head out of the gutter, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Before I could think more, Nash gently pushed me toward the dance floor.
“So, did your boyfriend put on a show for us?” a dark-haired guy in a sexy red shirt asked, his breath hot against my ear. I shuddered, feeling the heat from behind me as his dance partner, a man with military-cut hair, grabbed my hips and swayed me to the beat of the music. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I could tell that both he and Nash were perfectly okay with it.
“He told me to dance with both of you and give him a show,” I replied, smiling as the guy with the military haircut grinned wider.
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“I’m Bill,” the guy with the bluest eyes I had ever seen introduced himself. “And this is Rhys.” Bill leaned in, his teasing voice low. “So, your boyfriend likes to watch p>
I nodded, and Bill slid his hands under my cropped shirt, feeling my bare stomach. “Keep watching him,” Bill whispered, guiding me to keep facing Nash. Rhys hummed in appreciation from behind me and began grinding his body against mine, moving effortlessly to the music.
The men kept sandwiching me between them, and I felt my arousal growing as I caught Nash’s intense gaze.
The pill was taking over, making it harder to focus on anything but the rhythm of the music and the sensation of their bodies on mine. I grinned back at Rhys, letting Bill explore my body. I felt cheap, yet undeniably sexy. It was so easy to get lost in the moment, but I wanted this. I wanted the experience.
I danced, waiting for Nash to give me the signal. When he finally did, I took Bill and Rhys’s hands and led them toward Nash.
The rest happened quickly. I was drunk on lust as we made our way to the hotel suite, letting Nash kiss me passionately while I could feel his erection pressed against my body.
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