Violet suddenly freezes, her grip on my shoulders tightening, and I remove my hand from her pussy.
“What’s wrong?” I ask instantly. Have I unintentionally hurt her? When she continues to stare at something over my shoulder, I follow the direction of her gaze to see none other than Dimitri Gray himself sitting at the bar, drink in hand. His eyes are fixed on Violet, despite Benji attempting to engage him in conversation. The thought of him watching her doesn’t bother me. If anything, it makes me feel even better. Dimitri is a scary motherfucker, and I know that he’ll protect her no matter what.
“Shall we continue?” I whisper in Violet’s ear, and her breath hitches sharply.
“In front of…?”
“Only if you want to.”
It’s her choice. It’ll always be her choice.
With a sly, mischievous smile, Violet opens her legs, giving me a clear view of her wet thong and the outline of her pussy lips. I make quick work of sliding the panties off her legs and sticking them in my jacket pocket. Then, I position myself so I’m to the side of her instead of directly in front of her. This new angle still allows me to see her pussy folds…but it also allows Dimitri to see them too. And the other dancers, but most of them are too preoccupied with each other to pay attention to the booth in the corner. Besides, it’s secluded enough to only have a handful of people gathered in front of it, dancing to the thrumming music.
Dimitri’s eyes widen comically as I gently caress her pussy. I don’t enter her—not yet—but continually move my finger up and down her lips. Her eyes close as she rolls her head back, lips parted slightly. Flicking my gaze to Dimitri, I slip two fingers into her wet heat and begin to scissor them.
The headmaster’s pupils dilate, and his hand instinctively goes to his pants, palming himself through the material.
“Fuck,” I hear Violet murmur, and I see that her gaze isn’t on me, but on Dimitri.
“Do you like that, pretty girl?” I whisper in her ear. “Do you like me playing with your pussy as he watches? Do you like knowing anyone can look over at any time and see us?”
She cries out, the noise nearly making me shoot my load, but I force myself to remain patient. This isn’t about me.
I use my free hand to push down her dress straps until her tits pop free, nipples already beaded. I roll one between my fingers as I continue to thrust my fingers inside of her.
“You’re so beautiful, Violet,” I whisper as I lean forward to kiss up her boob until I reach her peaked nipple. I outline it with my tongue before pulling it into my mouth. With a whimper, she tangles her fingers in my hair as I allow the bud to slip through my teeth. “So fucking beautiful.”
I’ve never been overly interested in a woman’s breasts before, but hers? I could play with them all day. They’re quite easily a handful, and I find that I like touching them. When she moves, her tits jiggle, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I clamp down on her clit, and she comes with a scream I quickly capture with my lips.
“Fucking hell,” she breathes, her words barely audible over the roaring music. She pulls back just enough to stare into my eyes. “And now…” Before I can stop her—not that I even want to—she unzips my pants and pulls out my rock-hard cock. It twitches in her hand as she rubs her thumb over the slit. With another smirk, she slides down to the floor, nipping and kissing at each inch of exposed flesh. She slides my pants even further down and runs her tongue along a raised vein down my inner thigh.
“Violet,” I warn darkly as she continues to kiss and suckle at my skin, never touching me where I so desperately need her to.
“Fine, fine, fine. I swear you guys are no fun.” She runs her tongue down the length of my cock before sucking the head fully in her mouth. Groaning, my eyelids droop closed at the onslaught of pleasure. Pure, indescribable pleasure.
I watch Violet’s head bob up and down, sucking and licking as she goes. She hollows her cheeks as she feeds my cock even further into her mouth.
“Fuck!” I squeeze the table, curbing the desperate need I have to fist my hand in her hair and fuck her mouth.
She uses her hand to wrap around the part of my shaft her mouth can’t take. Her other hand teases and fondles my balls.
Pleasure blooms inside of me, zipping through my veins with each and every swirl of her tongue and graze of her teeth. She stares up at me with wicked eyes and begins to increase her pace. I’m putty in her hands—hers to do with whatever she pleases. The feel of her throat constricting around me feels fucking amazing. I can only imagine what her pussy would feel like.
I’m so close to coming—so fucking close—that when she presses down on my balls, skating that precarious edge between pleasure and pain, I explode inside of her mouth. Some of my cum dribbles down her chin, but for the most part, she drinks it all, bright eyes dancing.
“Violet… Oh my fucking god.” I pull her towards me and kiss her feverishly, still able to taste myself on her glistening lips.
“Do you think Headmaster Gray enjoyed the show?” she teases, turning towards the bar. I had completely forgotten about our little voyeur.
But the bar stool Dimitri was sitting on is now vacant.
CHAPTER 18
DIMITRI
Violet fucking Dracula.
The bane of my existence.
I squeeze the bathroom countertop so tightly, my knuckles turn white. My cock is so fucking hard that it’s almost painful.
Why does she do this
