Chapter Sixty one
The room is empty with no one inside it. I turn around and face Cyrus with questions
“Where is Valentina?” I ask him looking around as if she might pop up. Really I am just trying to distract myself from what Cyrus started in the bathroom
“She told me she wanted to go downstairs and dance. You will okay with it and I know Alex can handle himself and take care of her”
“I don’t trust your friend”
“I don’t trust a lot of people; loyalty is very scarce these days”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better or worse?”
“I don’t know. How does it make you feel?”
“I need to go downstairs and get Valentina back in here before she does something she regrets”
“Come on. Let the poor girl breath, besides I thought we could have fun in the time being” Cyrus says before he pulls me on to the sofa and places me on top of him.
I try wiggling away but he takes a hold of me with my hands behind me that I have to push up my breasts to him and he does what he does best by dipping between them in my dress trailing kisses from my breasts to my neck and sucking on his way there. Then his hand goes in my hair caressing my head as he brings my mouth closer to him and starts kissing me and grinding up on me on the sofa seat already hard. I have already lost my will to fight and the only thing I feel right now is the pleasure that Cyrus brings me and it feels amazing.
He takes my breast out of my dress since I am not wearing a bra and I playfully swat his hand away and cover it, he uses force to take it out again holding my hands behind me again so I jut and stick out my breasts in his face and he goes down to work devouring them like he is having the best thing in his life. He bites, sucks and swirls my nipple in his mouth hungrily and fast while he increases the speed he has that he uses to push up his erection to my entrance. With the way I am sitting with my legs spread and the angle I am in the dress has ridden up and only my lace panty being the barrier I have against Cyrus’s attacks.
I don’t know when or how but his dick is out there, hungry and it wants in. I am so wet and horny and need that I grind down on him with the head of his dick getting inside just small enough to make me crazy. He is no longer holding my hands and I use them to balance myself on his shoulder as I grind my waist and meet his every stroke toward me while panting and moaning the whole time. I just need a little more and I know I will reach my pick and explode on top of him.
“You’re so fucking close” he says to me, his sound hoarse and so, so sexy
“I am. Oh god... Could you like play with my clit or something?” I beg looking for something that only Cyrus can give me
“Or I could just move this piece of cloth between us and fuck you to oblivion. You will thank me for it, trust me”
“I really want to….. I want nothing more” I admit moaning aloud
“Then let me make you feel good he says as his hand starts touching my pant and moving it aside.”
Something tells me I should stop him but I can’t seem to make my mouth or body react to making him stop what he is about to do because the truth is we both want this. Just as he is at my entrance about to push up inside me the door to the room is roughly opened wide banging on the walls making me scream and push myself away from him to cover myself.
“Sorry about that. I didn’t see anything”
“What the fuck? Don’t look at her, look away Cyrus says as he stands up and puts himself back in, cussing Alex louder and louder the whole time. When he is done with his rant he then looks over at me to make sure I am decent before he turns back to his friend.
“What the fuck is your problem? Ever heard of knocking?” he spits out, guess he still isn’t over it
“It’s a club not your bedroom mate, relax I didn’t see anything. He says then smirks and finishes that I haven’t seen before. But damn your wife is fine”
“Do you want to have a concussion or black the fuck out? Because I am this close” Cyrus says demonstrating how close he is
“Alright alright I was just joking but seriously, I kind of lost Valentina out there and since no one listens to my ass I came to the boss” he says and straightens himself, waiting for our reactions
“You did what?” I shout, not believing what I just heard
“How do you lose a fifty kilogram girl wearing the whitest clothes in the club like a white flag?” Cyrus asks
“She went to the fucking toilet mate. Should I have gone to the women’s room to watch her pee?” Alex answers back, almost like he does not grasp the situation
“You’re an asshole” I shout at him not able to hide my feelings for him at this moment.
“I have been called far worse” Alex answers with a straight face
“Let me go and find her on the cameras, I’ll be right back. Can you watch over this one? Can I trust you to do that?” Cyrus asks pointing at me and looking at Alex as he does
“Fuck you man, you knew that girl was a fucking flight risk from the start” he says and that makes me feel uneasy. There seems to be more to what they are saying.
“Just find her. Please….” I interrupt them before Alex gives his stupid ass answers anyway since he has nothing to contribute. Cyrus looks at me and sees the fear inside and leaves me with Alex.
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