Page 5 of Sacred Vow
TILLY
A fter flashing the elegant gold moth tattoo on my inner wrist to the security guard, he waves me down into the intriguing pits of the exclusive VIP floor. I’ve only been down here twice before but never stayed long enough to involve myself in any of the fun.
There’s always a face or two that I recognize.
Movie stars and influencers or billionaires who are constantly splashed all over social media.
I’m sure it’ll be well worth spending a few hours with them, but just because people outside of this club know who they are, doesn’t always mean they know how to fuck.
The VIP floor, while one of the most thrilling places I’ve ever been, is more like a hideout for celebrities.
It gives them somewhere they can go to let loose and explore their kinks without the watchful eyes of the people upstairs.
I don’t even want to know how much they pay for their VIP membership.
I’m just grateful that this broke-ass college girl got herself free access.
Being the ever-loving advocate for good hydration, I wander toward the bar as my gaze sweeps through the VIP room.
There’s something so enticing about it. The music is similar to the music played upstairs, yet there’s something .
. . more about it. It’s sensual and filled with the kind of energy that makes me want to dance, roll my hips, and show myself off.
The lights are dimmer down here, and the elegance of the room is more inviting.
The sleek curve of the loveseats makes me want to lay down, and the rich scent of sex in the air has my heart racing faster than ever before.
There aren’t as many people down here, but there are still more than enough for a wild party. I’m not really sure what I want. All I know is that there’s a ferocious pulse between my thighs, and I’m desperate for release.
Taking a seat at the bar, I order another cocktail, and as I wait for the bartender to do his thing, I swivel on my seat and look out at the array of bodies around me.
Just like upstairs, there are small, intimate areas for couples and other spaces that are open and visible from every angle, each of them catering to a variety of needs.
As I shift my stare around the room, I find a few different men and women watching me. Some are alone, while others are already in a group, looking for more. Upon catching their heated gazes, they silently invite me to join them, but so far, nothing holds my attention in the way I’m craving.
The bartender returns with my cocktail, and I graciously take it before slipping off the stool and slowly making my way around the VIP floor. There are so many hidden nooks and crannies, and every new discovery blows my mind.
Looping around the back of the bar, it’s a little quieter, and I catch the eyes of two men.
On any other day, I’d make a beeline straight for them.
They’re gorgeous, definitely athletes, professional football players perhaps, and the thought of the two of them together makes something clench deep inside of me.
Yet, I drop my gaze and continue walking, determined not to settle tonight.
Finding a private lounge, far away from the prying eyes that have been trailing up and down my body since the moment I got here, I take a seat and sip on my cocktail, taking everything in while distantly wondering how Chloe is doing upstairs.
The very thought brings a stupid smile to my face.
I bet she’s having the time of her life.
A guy like Massimo is the kind of guy you don’t pass up on.
I bet he’s the type to make a woman finish ten times over with just his tongue before finally flipping her over and taking her deep.
There was something about the confidence in his eyes.
He knew he was about to rock Chloe’s world, and I couldn’t be happier for her.
Hearing a low moan, I shift my gaze to the right, following the sound to a woman lying across one of the red loveseats.
She has one arm draped over her face and her head tipped all the way back.
There’s no doubting the intense pleasure this woman is experiencing, and I can’t bring myself to look away.
Instead, I follow the curve of her naked body—down over her small chest and toned waist to the apex of her thighs—where I find the darkest set of eyes I’ve ever seen staring right back at me.
I suck in a gasp, and as my gaze collides with his, I become locked within his hold, physically unable to look away. I don’t see his face behind her thigh, but it doesn’t even matter because those eyes tell me everything I need to know.
She might be his appetizer tonight, but I’m going to be his main meal.
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip as I watch the way the woman writhes from his touch, and when he takes her thigh and pushes it up, I finally get the perfect view of his face.
He’s older, maybe in his late-forties, and good God, he’s the perfect definition of a silver fox. He has thick salt and pepper hair, and I can only imagine how good it’d feel to hold on to when I spend the rest of my night riding him.
My greedy stare sails over his sharp jaw, finding it decorated with silver stubble, and even in this dim VIP room, I can see the warmth in his olive skin.
There’s something so alluring about him. I need to know more.
The silver fox is on his knees as he eats the woman’s pussy like a starved man, and despite that, he still towers over her. He’s clearly a tall man, and I don’t care how long I have to sit here; I’ll stay until I see him at his full height.
His broad shoulders barely fit between her spread thighs, and for a moment, I contemplate just how desperate one would have to be to yank the woman off the love seat and take her place. I bet he wouldn’t even skip a beat.
I watch him work her pussy, his mouth closing over her clit as he pushes his fingers deep inside her core. Her back arches off the seat, and I become mesmerized.
I need it.
I need to feel the way his fingers work my body, how his tongue flicks over my clit as his lips close over me. God, I need it like I need the air I breathe.
My pussy throbs with every stroke of his tongue over her, but those eyes. Good God, his eyes! I’ve never been captivated like this before. My chest heaves, matching the tempo of his tongue stroking her clit.
He doesn’t stop watching me, watching how his stare alone has me squirming on this lounge, and when I clench my thighs and grip the neckline of my blouse, his eyes seem to burn like molten lava, spurring me on.
Does he want this? Does he want me to touch myself?
My thighs clench again, and this time, I slide my hand down from the neckline of my blouse and over the curve of my breast before lingering on my waist, the touch sending fire soaring through my veins.
His fingers plunge deeper into her, and as his wrist rotates, I can only imagine the way that would feel inside of me, the way his fingers would curl and massage my walls. I need to experience it for myself, need to feel the way he’d work me.
The woman groans, and I groan right along with her.
I’ve never seen anything so erotic, and without a doubt, it has everything to do with the heat in his dark eyes.
My hands roam over my body. My waist. My hip.
My breasts. When I can’t take the throbbing a moment longer, my hand plunges between my legs.
My short black skirt gives me immediate access to my core.
My fingers brush over my exposed clit and I suck in a gasp, never having been so happy with my decision to forego underwear tonight.
I’m soaked. Completely ready for him.
That fire in his eyes intensifies, and my heart races faster. I’ve never wanted a man the way I want him. Never felt this rush of desperation.
I need him inside me. I need to feel him. I need to smell him. I need to see the way he comes undone when he slams inside my cunt.
My fingers roll over my needy clit as my eyes roll. God, this is good, but I need more. So much more.
Leaning back against the lounge, I tip my head back and let out a soft moan as I imagine his fingers on my body, then feeling the intensity of his stare on my cunt, I slowly spread my thighs and show him exactly what I’m doing. And the moment I do, his eyes blaze with fire.
A shiver sails down my spine, and I watch as he releases the woman’s thigh, using his free hand to dive down to his groin, and I can’t tear my greedy gaze away as he hastily releases his massive, thick cock from the confines of his black pants.
My jaw drops, and I suck in a breath. Even from across the room I can see how fucking magnificent he is. There’s no way I’d even be able to close my fingers around him, but damn it, I’m going to try.
This delicious stranger grips the base of his impressive cock and slowly works his fist up and down, and fuck, I’ve never been so jealous. I want to be the one giving him that pleasure. I want to be the one that brings him to his knees.
My hips jolt as my fingers work my clit, but it’s not enough, and seeing the way he works himself as he watches me spurs me on. My pussy clenches, desperate for relief, and I drop my fingers lower before slowly pushing them inside.
I groan as my other hand grips my breast, gently squeezing.
My head tips back again, the intense pleasure pulsing through my veins and threatening to finish me off, but I’m not nearly done, and I’ll fuck myself with my fingers for the rest of my life if it means staying right here and basking in this consuming moment.
My fingers work my pussy, splitting inside of me and massaging my walls as my thumb reaches back for my clit. I press down and roll gentle circles, knowing all too well that if I were to go too fast, I’d explode into a million pieces.