The ways I ache to corrupt her.
“I’m honored.” I dip my head, brushing my lips over hers. “Huh, mine too, now that I think about it.”
“No way.”
I nod. “I’m sure of it.”
“Well, at least it was a great first date for both of us,” she says, nipping at my lower lip.
Little does she know… It’s not over yet.
I did myself a favor when I picked the slinky little dress Hazel is clad in. Every gyration of her hips makes her tits jiggle under the thin fabric, and every grind of her arse against my cock feels like there’s no material between us.
Except my pants.
They were a bad call.
But even monsters get funny if you walk around with your dick out, so I suppose they were a necessity.
I should’ve opted for joggers or basketball shorts.
Anythingthin with easy access.
Then again, that would have made me look messy. I wanted Hazel to see I put real effort into my appearance, knowing she would be on my arm.
Fucking hell.
If my cock gets any harder, it’s going to break through the material of these leather pants.
Hazel peeks at me over her shoulder. Her cheeks are pink, and her hairline is sweaty from all the dancing. Truthfully, it feels more like foreplay. Sliding my fingers up her abdomen until I brush the underside of her tit, I tease my tail up her thigh. I get dangerously close to her pussy before using the arrowhead-shaped tip to fan a little air on her clit and slowly work back toward her knee.
Her desire pulses in the air along with her annoyance at the naughty game I’ve been playing. If she doesn’t snap soon, I might.
Who knows where the fantasy came from, but I want her to toss me up against the closest wall and climb on my cock despite the audience. The scenario feels like a public claiming—an announcement to everyone in the room that I’m hers.
I don’t hate the idea of claiming her right back.
Hazel spins around, looping her fingers under my suspenders and snapping them. “You’re torturing me.”
I grin, shrugging. “And if I am? What are you going to do about it?”
Her pupils dilate even farther while her chest rises and falls in rapid pants. “Do you know anywhere close by that we can go?”
My hands fall to her arse, and I lift as she scrambles up my chest. She slams her lips to mine, and I siphon us to the second floor.
We land on one of the VIP balconies.
This entire floor is shut down since it’s not a normal night for operations. The balconies are set up in a variety of different styles. Some have chairs that face the half-wall that closes in the balcony. Others have a small couch that does the same. While others still have hightop tables and chairs.
Each balcony has its own floor-to-ceiling curtain that can be pulled to block it off from the second floor. Since there’s no one else up here at the moment, we don’t need to worry about that.
We ended up on one of the balconies that boasts two club chairs, and I skirt between them, slamming Hazel’s back against the wall that separates this balcony from the next.
We end up close to the glass half-wall that looks out over the dance floor. It’s a killer view with the lights and variety of monsters fucking below, but Hazel doesn’t take her eyes off mine.
She shoves my suspenders down my arms, and they hang by my hips as she works the buttons on my shirt.
I grin and push my mouth to hers while working on getting my belt and pants open. I make sure to tease her pussy with my tail to get her good and desperate while I gain access to my cock.
