I rolled my eyes and followed her. The
couple was making their way through the ballroom to a roped-off area in the center
of the room. A glass table covered in sparkling jewels lay in the center of
the roped-off area. I raised my eyebrows. *Is this for real? *It seemed
like a play-room for a Disney princess. Not a place where two people
were going to fuck.
“Come on!” Elaine snatched my hand and pulled me
forward right next to the rope, not caring that she was shoving people out
of the way.
People all around us were whispering about what
was going to happen. “Are
they really going to have sex?”
“Do you think he’ll be rough?”
“Will it be as hot as their stage dances?”
The couple finally came into view and I nearly
laughed at the sight of them. They were as ridiculous—more so, even—as
the bejeweled table they were going to fuck on. The guy held a gold
trident in one hand. Blue shimmery pants covered his legs and he didn’t
wear a shirt. His free hand was clasped around the slender fingers of a
woman with azure colored hair that hung to her waist. A dress with gems of all
different shades of blue wrapped around her tight, curvy body, dipping
low between two thick breasts and split high up one tanned thigh.
I wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of her
outfit, but I found my mouth gaping at the sight of her. I had never seen
someone with a body quite like that. She seemed to be round in all the right
places. Her tits threatening to burst through the top, her ass thick,
pressing hard at the seams of her dress. Her skin was a perfect tan contrast to
her light blue hair and sparkling gems that seemed to be painted on her
form. A colorful half-sleeve of tattoos decorated one of her
arms. My cock awoke in my pants. *The fuck? *
The Poseidon guy leaned in and whispered
something in her ear. She glanced up at him and flashed a quick, nervous smile.
White teeth were revealed beneath bubblegum pink lips. A shiver ran down
my body. The urge to climb over the rope and snatch her away from him
bubbled beneath my skin.
*What’s going on with me? *I shook my head, but
I didn’t look away from her. I couldn’t. I was trapped.
Poseidon led her to the glass surface and had
her sit. Music came to life overhead. The sound was soft, simple. He reached
down and slipped a clear
glass heel off her foot. I frowned. A woman like
that needed to be fucked with her shoes on. But I watched him remove
them. After he tossed them aside, he trailed his fingers up the inside of
her silky thigh. He was only inches away from spreading her legs and
revealing her pussy to the room.
My fingers started aching and I realized I’d
been squeezing them into a fist. I pushed the hand into my jacket pocket
and took a deep breath, easing it out slowly.
*Is her pussy shaved? As pink as her lips? *My
mind raced.
Poseidon stopped inches away from her center. He
didn’t push up her dress, instead he trailed his fingers back down her
thigh. I fought the urge to groan as a collective sound of grunting rose
around me. For the first time I pulled my gaze away and eyed the crowd. Men
and women alike were focused
on the couple in the center of the room. Men
with millions of dollars eyed them, hungry gazes spread across faces of all
ages, young and old. Some of them even pressed at the front of their pants,
no doubt trying the hide their boners.
Disgust rose in my gut and softened my partially
hardened cock. This was ridiculous. *Why the fuck am I here?*
I glanced down at Elaine. She stood just in
front of me, her body pressed against the velvet rope that separated us from
them. I couldn’t see her face, but I imagined what it looked like. Her
red lips were probably arted, her eyes wide with arousal. She always
liked porn, more than I did sometimes. I leaned down to whisper in her ear,
to tell her I was leaving with or without her, but a moan from the crowd
killed the words in my throat.
I glanced back at the scene before me; my knees
nearly buckled when I was greeted with the sight of the woman’s pert
breasts. Bright pink nipples stood out against her tan skin. She ran her
hands over them, squeezing, before letting them bounce free. My cock kicked
in my pants, instantly coming back to life.
Poseidon, his dark hair concealing one eye,
leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth. Jewel let her head fall back as
if it was the best feeling in the world. I clenched my fists again. Sharp
anger ripped though me.
*I don’t like this. *But I couldn’t stop
watching. It was as if I was transfixed by sight of her there on the table. I
was trapped by her body, by something. I didn’t know what it was, but it
held me captive.
I watched him take her dress off and spread her
pretty thighs. He revealed her shaved cunt, pinker, prettier than I thought
it would be. I watched him suck her pussy into his mouth, then she got on
her knees and took his dick between her lips. I watched all of it. My fists
clenched inside my jacket pockets. Sweat beaded on my neck. The urge to
jump the rope and jerk her away from him grew with each passing second. I
couldn’t describe it. The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced.
And it wasn’t just that I wanted her away from him. I wanted to punch that
guy over and over until he was bleeding all over the floor.
And then I would take her away. *I *would play
with her little pink pussy, and after she came on my tongue over and over
until her legs shook and her voice was hoarse, *then* I would fuck her.
“Please, Poseidon. Fuck me!” She was on her
knees in front him, her chest heaving, her chin slick with saliva from sucking
his cock. She moaned the words, but she didn’t mean them. I could tell.
She was nervous; she wasn’t a woman lost in passion, but resigned to her
position.
A growl escaped my lips. Only one person glanced
my way at the sound. *Her. *I really saw her then, this goddess-like
creature on her knees in front of a man, his hard cock pressed against her cheek.
I expected to see sadness there, maybe some sort of vulnerability. But I
didn’t. There was a fire burning inside those crystal blue irises. It
engulfed me, sucking me in until I was lost. And then she looked away as if
the last few seconds hadn’t happened at all. As if she didn’t feel
the tenacious pull that I did. *Impossible. *
