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My stomach twists at the thought.
One drink follows another, and the place fills up. Everyone seems to know each other, and they chat comfortably. Eric asks me to dance. I accept, and we walk into a dark room with a faint purple light.
“I won’t let you go. Don’t worry.”
Michael Bublé is singing “Cry Me a River.” Eric kisses me, and I enjoy his closeness. We dance, almost in the dark. He’s getting turned on. I can feel him getting hard as he kisses my neck. Suddenly, I feel hands behind me. Someone is touching my waist. I can’t see the person’s face, but I quickly figure out who it is.
“Our song is playing, beautiful,” Björn says.
We dance to the beat of the music like we did that day at his house while I let his hands roam over my body. The song is sexy, exciting, and my two men drive me crazy. Eric kisses me and slides his hand under my dress, reaches my thong, and rips it off me.
“You don’t need it here,” he whispers.
I feel lustful. Hot.
At that moment, Björn turns me around, and my breasts are all his. He brushes his mouth along the neckline of my dress and bites my nipples through it. They harden instantly. Then his mouth is on my neck, my cheeks, my nose, but when he reaches the edge of my mouth, he stops.
He doesn’t cross the line; he knows he shouldn’t. Meanwhile, Eric lifts my dress and touches my behind in the darkness. He squeezes me against him. Björn, turned on, does the same. Eric turns me around again, and now it’s Björn who is squeezing my ass.
The dark room is jammed with people. The music changes, and now the voice of Mariah Carey singing “My All” fills the space. Björn’s hands disappear while Eric keeps nibbling on my lips. I can hear moans around us, and imagining what people are doing is turning me on even more.
“You get me so hot, darling. I’m so hard, thinking of how I’m going to make you mine right here,” my Iceman whispers.
Unable to see him through the darkness that surrounds us, I murmur, “I am yours. Do whatever you want with me.”
I hear his chuckle in my ear.
“Careful, baby. Hearing you say that is dangerous. I’m so horny tonight.”
“Me too,” I manage to say as I try to breathe.
“You’re my fantasy, sweetheart.”
Emboldened by his words, I grab his ass, pull him against me, and whisper, eager for what’s coming, “I like being your fantasy. What do you want to try with me today?”
Eric’s dick is rock hard against my middle. He’s still kissing me as we dance to the beat of the music.
“I want to see you with another woman,” he says. “I’ll look at you. I’ll watch you. And when your moans drive me to the edge, I’ll fuck you, and then I’ll have two other guys fuck you while I watch and fuck the other woman. What do you think?”
I gasp ... and close my eyes.
I’m wet, and as I’m about to answer, I feel hands around Eric’s waist. They’re thin and well taken care of. A woman’s. I touch them, and I notice a big ring that feels like a daisy.
Is this the woman Eric wants to see me with?
In the darkness, I let the stranger rub against my love’s body while he kisses me. It turns him on to have two women around him, and it turns me on when he is, so I enjoy feeling how the stranger touches his erection. I take her hand in mine and make her squeeze his cock. We do it together, and Eric gasps.
We stay that way for a while, but Eric never turns around. He lets her touch him, but he stays, squeezing my ass, focused on my mouth. When the song ends, ignoring the other woman, we leave the dark room and enter another, different from the first.
I see Björn with the girl he came with. He and Dexter make her gasp while they both touch her breasts. Eric takes me to the bar. I look around but don’t see Frida or Andrés. We order drinks, and he pulls up a barstool so I can sit down. My love looks at me with affection and brushes his knuckles against my face as he says, “I love you.”
Soon after, a woman comes up to us, and Eric introduces me. “This is the woman who’s going to play with you. Do you like her?” Eric whispers into my ear.
I run my eyes over her and nod. Suddenly Eric issues an order.
“Open your legs, Jude.”
I do as he says, and the woman touches my legs. Her hand rises over my thighs until she reaches my vagina, where she places her palm.