His tongue circled my hole until he finally bridged this opening as well. I couldn’t protest, as he’d well anticipated, and I wasn’t sure if I would have. It felt dirty and exhilarating.
“Are you sure you are all right, Jean?”
“Yes!” I shouted, desperate for her to leave so I could succumb to Dark’s pleasurable torture. “Give me a few minutes. I’ll come back to the party soon.”
Mom frowned. “Hurry. And straighten your feathers. They are all over the place.”
Dark circled his tongue over my hole once more, sending zings of lust into every nerve-ending of my body.
Finally, Mom disappeared.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, but Dark didn’t reply. His tongue was occupied with my ass. When his thumb began to tease my pussy, occasionally dipping in with mind-blowing circles, I gave up on speaking. I was getting closer and closer. Dark’s lips returned to my clit, latching onto it. His thumb gathered my wetness and pushed into my ass. My eyes widened in surprise…and lust. I’d never considered letting anyone get near this part of me, and I doubted I would let anyone do it after Dark. My legs began to quiver, and my thighs kept Dark in a headlock as he sucked and fingered me. I bit down on my lip, but still a moan burst forth as my orgasm bulldozed through my body. Pushing my pussy into his face, I grasped the gondola in a death grip. My body felt light, as if I might lose consciousness at any moment.
His thumb and tongue slowed and eventually stopped.
“You’re dripping like a juicy peach.”
“My dress,” I whispered, more out of habit than because I cared.
“Hmm,” Dark rasped, and then his tongue dove into my slit again, lapping at me like a man dying of thirst.
I stared up at the night sky, letting him have his way and bathing in the blissful afterglow of my orgasm. Then his mouth was gone, and my skirt rustled. His masked face appeared over my head, his square jaw and smirking lips shiny with my juices.
He kissed me, his tongue claiming my mouth. My musky taste bloomed on my tongue, strangely erotic. He pulled back and wiped his mouth, the smirk becoming more prominent.
“We should return to the party for an obligatory dance before we take our leave again so you can give me your other firsts,” he rasped. I shivered at the demanding sound of his voice, my core already tightening again.
He rowed us back to the jetty as I tried to straighten my hairdo and clothes. Once we arrived there, he stood and helped me out of the gondola like a true gentleman when his bed manners were anything but.
“My panties,” I said, searching the gondola for the missing piece of clothing.
He chuckled, a dark rumble vibrating from deep in his chest, and leaned in to kiss my ear. “In my pocket. I’ll return them to you when I’m done with you, Gigi.”
I swallowed as he led me back into the dinner hall and onto the dance floor. I felt on the spot, as if everyone would know about my missing panties by looking at my face.
Dark’s demeanor returned to the formal politeness of the other men around us as he led me along to the music with the appropriate distance.
But his eyes held the knowledge of what had happened and the promise of what lay ahead.
“Your taste lingers on my lips,” he murmured.
I didn’t say anything, concerned with my level of arousal and the missing barrier between my pussy and the air. From across the room, Mom and Dad watched me with approval. Maybe they hoped my dance partner had at least enough funds to prevent the worst.
If only they knew what I was doing with this stranger…
Tonight, was about me, about a taste of freedom before I’d have to settle for an old, fat suitor with money, or worse and more likely for a lifetime with Mr. Chanler’s arrogant smirk.
The song ended. Dark’s hand around mine tightened and he led me away from the dance floor and toward the bar. “Meet me at the maze in five minutes, Gigi.”
He strode away. I waited a couple of minutes before I headed outside as well, my heart pounding in my chest as I thought of what would happen next. I’d entertained abstract fantasies of how I’d lose my virginity. I’d never imagined it would happen outside, in the dark, on a dirty lawn, but I was at the point of no return. I wanted Dark, and if I didn’t want to ruin the name Whitney once and for all, I’d have to settle for only a night of pleasure.
Dark almost blended into the shadows of the high hedge. He grabbed my hand and led me deeper into the maze, turning corner after corner until we arrived at a dead end with a dimly lit fountain and a small stone bench beside it.
“Lost your way?” I teased.
He pulled me against his strong body and kissed me roughly before growling, “I have you exactly where I want you.” He paused, sucking on my lip.
“Is that so?” I asked in a low voice.
“Oh yes,” he murmured, leading me backwards toward the fountain until my calves hit the bench and I sank down. “I didn’t want you to ruin your dress by kneeling.”
My eyes widened, realizing what he meant. He opened his pants and an impressive erection bounced out at eye level. “Don’t look so scared, my dear,” he said with a mocking chuckle.
I narrowed my eyes, heat rising into my cheeks. Thanks to the low fountain lights he could see my face, but I couldn’t see his. All of his upper body was shrouded in darkness.
“Are you going to suck my cock, Gigi? I have been leaking since I ate your pussy.”
His fingers curled around his length and he guided the tip to my parted mouth then ran it along my lips. My tongue darted out, tasting him. His fingers tangled in my hair as I took curious, exploring licks along his tip and shaft.
“Open your mouth for me.”
I did and never taking his eyes off me, he slid his cock into me until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but he didn’t immediately pull back. His shaft was heavy on my tongue, thick and hot. Slowly he pulled it out. “Use your tongue and lips.”
I did as he asked, circling his tip with my tongue, making sucking motions with my lips as his hips shifted back and forth. I gripped his ass, my core heating at the feel of his muscles under my fingertips. Even his ass was in perfect shape.
His cock slid in and out of my mouth, his ass cheeks flexing under my palms. I realized with a start that he was fucking my mouth, and I let him. I even enjoyed it.
Voices rang out in the neighboring aisle. I tensed but Dark didn’t stop thrusting into me.
“We need privacy,” he growled but his hips kept flexing, his fingers tangled in my hair as he kept fucking my mouth with someone watching.
I was hidden from view by his body but the danger of the situation still drove my heartrate up. The hint of a new taste spread on my tongue and I slid my tongue over Dark’s tip curiously. He hissed, fingers flexing against my scalp.
“Enjoy, mate,” a male voice jeered followed by a female giggle.
“Oh, I do,” Dark muttered. “Good to know that mouth of yours is capable of more than insults, Gigi.”
I didn’t get a chance to consider his words because his thrusts became harder, almost pushing me off the bench. I clung to him, overwhelmed by his command and the feel of his dick in my mouth. I’d ruined the inside of my dress with my lust for the man towering over me.
“Open your mouth wide,” he rasped, and I did without even thinking about it. He pumped his length, his head tilted in a way that told me he was watching me. With a groan he came, and his cum landed on my tongue and the back of my throat. Surprised, I swallowed, but he kept spurting until a few droplets rolled down my lip and chin. “Fuck,” he murmured. “That’s such a hot sight.”