Page 140 of The Man Upstairs

Lola and Rosie danced together in their own little oblivious bubble, enjoying the night. It was a perverse bliss to watch them. And pure hell to watch the men edging closer, wanting their cunts and nothing more, each passing minute my inner fire burning fucking merrily as I drank my whisky.

It was bizarre.

Perverse for sure.

Torturous hell and a weird sense of heaven.

I was on the verge of heading over there and claiming her afresh in front of them, but I didn’t need to. As the latest tune began to shift into another, the girls came back to the bar arm in arm.

“That was awesome,” Rosie said, out of breath as she sat on the barstool next to me, and the sweet Eve switched to the lustful Lilith before my eyes.

She ran her hand up my thigh as I kissed her, teasing my crotch with her fingers, but no. It wasmewho wanted to control the pleasure, hers over mine. I shunted her barstool closer, and the darkness of the club made it easy to slip my hand up her dress. She spread her legs to allow me to brush her clit through her panties, just a tease.

“Can we go now?” she said in my ear. “I want to go back to the hotel.”

I leant in close, my mouth hot against her ear. “Is your sweet slut cunt desperate for it?”

I couldn’t hear her sigh over the music, but the reaction was there, the slight shudder, the exhale, her hands reaching for my jacket.

“I love it when you’re like this. You make me feel like such a dirty girl.”

“You like that, don’t you,” I said, looking deep into her wide and beautiful eyes. I pushed her glasses up a little and Christ, I could have fucked her right there.

“I like it a lot,” she said, “we really should go now.”

I downed the rest of my whisky, and then I turned to Peter and Lola.

“We’re heading off. Are you joining us?”

But it seemed not. Lola was trying to pull Peter to the dancefloor, and the grin on his face showed she was winning.

“Nah,” he said. “I’ll get us a cab later.”

We shared brief hugs, my minx as desperate to leave as she claimed to be. She gripped my hand tightly as we descended the stairs together, pressing against my side as we reached the street and hailed a cab. I didn’t give a fuck about the driver witnessing us in the rearview mirror. I teased Rosie’s pussy under her dress right the way back to the hotel, barely even registering when we pulled up outside the entrance.

She was already out on the kerb as I paid the driver, gripping my hand in a vice as I joined her. She barely waved at the receptionist, so keen to get upstairs that she practically bounced into the elevator, her hands in my hair and her mouth hot on mine as we ascended.

“I couldn’t take any more,” she whimpered as I pressed my thigh between her legs.

“Any more what?” I asked, pushing her against the wall and grinding my thigh so roughly it must have hurt.

“Seeing all those girls looking at you. I was so jealous, it was insane.”

I pulled back from her at that, staring, dumbfounded.

“What?”

She laughed. “Come on. Don’t pretend. You saw them. They thought you were so hot they were practically drooling. The whole bunch in the corner were staring at you all night.”

But I hadn’t seen them. I hadn’t got a clue.

Extraordinary.

Usually, I’d have spotted every single girl with a willing pussy in a fifty-mile radius. I’d have been scouting them out as though they were potential meals on a filthy platter. But I hadn’t given them a thought. All of my thoughts had been on Rosie and the men looking at her.

My princess pulled me closer, grinding against my thigh.

“Don’t ever choose them over me, please,” she said. “I’ll be better than any of them, I promise.”