Chapter 7
Chapter 7:
I moaned around his cock, then whimpered as he pressed the controller, sending vibrations through the toy inside me. It throbbed and stretched, driving me wild. He kept the pace steady, and I was a mess, too horny to care as I let him use my mouth until he unloaded at the back of my throat.
I slumped as he pulled away, only to move down and jerk me off moments later. He wrapped a towel around me to catch my cum, and I realized he had prepared it in advance.
“Fascinating round one, baby doll. Rest now—we’ll play again after lunch,” he said, his voice low and satisfied.
I was too relaxed to respond, letting him cuddle my naked body after he carefully stripped down to his boxers. He pulled me close, and I rested my cheek on his hairy chest, completely spent.
The music was loud, the lights were vibrant, and the crowd was electrifying. I was in my element, grinding my body against Marx, who was laughing freely as we reveled in the night. We always went out when we had the same night off, and tonight was one of those nights. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ.net
The rave party was a last-minute change of plans, and with Jed pushing me into situations I wasn’t comfortable with, I needed the distraction badly.
The Daniels didn’t have any plans for me, so I was free, and I intended to enjoy every second of it. I’d been staying with them for over a week.
They were nice enough, and aside from feeling like a kept man, I had no issues with them—at least sexually.
They were definitely naughtier than Jed, but not as rough, not like Jed’s kind of rough. So, for now, I was okay with the arrangement.
“This is so fucking cool!” I yelled at Marx, who practically squealed like a girl when the glitter bomb went off, and the crowd jumped wildly to the beat of the mixed electronic music.
The beats were wild, and the drugs were flowing like candy.
“Ha! You’re so fucking high!” Marx squealed in excitement.
“I’m not!” I yelled back, laughing.
“You totally are!” Marx laughed but continued moving to the rhythm, hands swinging above his head, hips shaking, and his head bopping along with the EDM beats. Yeah, he was tripping, and I just smiled after taking a sip of water from my bottle. “Come on, we need to keep hydrated.” I grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the makeshift bar area. “Best rave ever p>
I laughed, handing him a bottle of water after slipping the bartender some bills.
The man winked at me, his intentions obvious, but I just shook my head, giving him an amused expression, then grabbed Marx and pulled him back toward the dance floor.
“That guy was checking you out,” Marx pointed out, and I twirled him, not wanting to deal with the attention.
Tonight was about having fun with Marx, dancing until our legs felt like they were going to give out, laughing, and screaming until our throats were as dry as the Sahara.
The music was non-stop chaos, and the crowd was absolutely wild. Everyone was having the time of their lives.
There were some hands, a lot of hands, and even more body parts on display. Marx and I couldn’t help but feast our eyes on the exhibitionists around us. We’d mastered voyeurism, to the point where we kept on dancing, managing to keep ourselves from drooling over the display of lust and heat around us.
It was well past three in the morning when I decided to head home. Marx was tipsy, and I was horny as hell. I needed to get back to the apartment and sleep it off before anything bad happened.
“Come on, dancing queen, I’ll drop you off at your place,” Marx said, swaying slightly. I had to blink a few times before I could focus on the ride app. Miraculously, I managed to order the ride, and we waited with the rest of the crowd, most of whom were in the same condition as us.