Page 90 of Devilish Debt
“Three deep ocean shots,” she orders for the group, “and make ‘em doubles.I don’t really wanna have to do this again before the birthday bro returns from whenever he’s getting his dick sucked.”
The bartender laughs but the man whose arms I’m in huskily asks, “Does that kind of shit happen down there?”
I nod.
“Have you done that down there?”
Another nod occurs.
“Have you done that up here?”
This time I reluctantly nod.
“Should we go to the bathroom so you can do it again with me?”
Whimpers of what would be a yes are unfortunately overpowered by our female forcing drinks in our faces upon their individual arrivals.“Put ‘em up.”As soon as we all do, she enthusiastically demands, “Now drink ‘em down.”
One single swallow gets the unpleasant mixture of blue curaçao, Hpnotiq, and coconut rum into my stomach and one excited tug to each of our hands gets us into the wet mess of a dance area.
While the music pouring through the speakers is more enjoyable than the gag worthy shit, we just chugged, it’s the sight of her nipples hardening in her top that’s really something to savor.
And of course, the way they brush against mine when she thrusts her chest forward to let her head hang backwards and her locks wildly swing to the rhythm, presenting a hypnotic hair show.
Between her rolling against me in the front – hips begging mine to move faster and harder – and Garcia openly, possessively – not giving a fuck who sees we’re together – grinding against me in the back, I damn near bust in my shorts when they collectively start clawing at my slick skin to the mesmerizing melody flooding our ears.
Fuck,this shit feels like virtual reality.
Too good to be true.
Too real to actually have.
“Eres mio,” fiercely pants the person I’ve probably loved from the moment we met.“Mine, no matter what happens.”
Any opportunity to reply is stolen by the Addam’s family member lookalike we previously spoke to.“Now.”
The one word – meant to be an order – is more than enough to facilitate our relocation to the roped off space we tried to visit earlier.
“Fiorenzo,” Thaddeus acknowledges, arms spread wide along the edge of the couch he’s occupying alone.“Garcia.”His eyes waste no time swinging to my soaking wet girlfriend – er almost girlfriend?– and drinking her in.“Salacia.”
“Yeah, I’m not interested in becoming a princess or cumsort, so you can point your Pixar approved eyes elsewhere.”
“Consort,” Garcia casually corrects.
“Not with the way he’s eye fucking me.”
Thaddeus lets the corners of his lips curl upward in tandem with him propping one boat shoe heel on top of his knee.“Is no one going to wish me a happy birthday?”
“Can we make it a happier one by leaving?”Salay swiftly snips prompting Garcia to curl an arm around her waist like a wordless reminder to watch her mouth.
Hecouldmake us disappear.
It’d take a bit of work.
And a lot of money.
And someone like me behind the keys.
But hecoulddo it.
