·B&P (56; Erect under the table)Aug 6, 2024Share
"I-I- Mr. Volkov," the female stuttered with a flushed face as she stared at Ilay like she had seen a ghost. A hot ghost.
I could guess the reason behind her reaction; she either liked him or had been fucked by him at some point. Nothing surprising, but I wasn't thrilled either.
"Claire, right?"
What? He wasn't even sure about her name.
"Ye-yes."
"Hmm... I feel like we've met before."
Her green eyes bulged and her lips parted. The look of disbelief painted on her face was a bit amusing.
I turned my head to the side to look at his face. He was smiling. The devilish kind of smile that taunted souls for the fun of it.
This bastard could remember exactly who she was and where they had met. He was just teasing her to bring out any hidden feelings that usually slipped in a moment of anger or desperation.
And having so many eyes on us only fueled Ilay's twisted nature. Gawd! How was I getting attracted to this kind of person?
"We...um...I..." Those green eyes shifted to my face. Was she hesitating because of my relationship with Ilay? Bless her heart.
"We can catch up later. Please, come in. I've prepared a special spot for you two as our esteemed guests." She smiled sweetly while maintaining a professional posture.
When she turned to lead the way, Ilay straightened taking a step to stand by my side. "I have a mission for you darling."
"Huh?" I turned my head up to meet his flirty gaze. "What kind...here?"
He took my right hand and entwined our fingers before kissing their tips. "Yes, love. Another guest is coming. His name is Dario Marino. I want you, to steal his wedding ring."
"Oh, okay."
No questions asked because even if I did, Ilay wouldn't answer me truthfully. Just like I never got to know why he asked me to seduce Milan.
Argh! Was I to seduce another man here? But, I only wanted to drink and eat, not suck cocks.
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As time went by, I learned that Claire was the host of the party instead of her parents. The special spots she talked about were next to her seat, publicly making it known that we held a higher place than most, if not all, of the attendees.
On the other side of the table was the couple I had to split apart and steal the man's ring.
Dario Marino, jet black hair, dark as Ilay's soul, his brown eyes were calm, collected, and dangerous. One glance into their depths and I felt his own darkness. But unlike Ilay's playful and smiley nature that one could easily mistake for unseriousness, Dario wore an indifferent expression, and his eyes were like scales, weighing everyone at the table. A cold bastard.
How was I to crack open that icy wall he had around him?
How was I to get close to him?
"Want my help?" Ilay suddenly asked, attracting my full attention.
His blue eyes were like two emerald pools, his blonde hair, which reached just below his jaw, made me itchy to touch it, and his flawless skin, oh gawd, why was this man so tempting? How could a psychopath be this hot?
But then again, I had a feeling that I wouldn't be that untreated if he were another ordinary goody-two-shoes. The answer was, no.
Ilay's greatest charm was his unhinged nature. His darkness had drawn me in, threatening me with some good time.
If it had all been about his looks, I'd have fallen for him way back after Aya brought him home.
So no, I wouldn't have him any other way.
He was my devil and my... salvation.
"You look so fucking attractive." I let my mouth run according to the thoughts occupying my mind at that moment.
Realizing I had said it aloud, I pressed my lips together and intended to jerk away from him. But the devil quickly cupped my face and kissed me right then and there. Eyes watching, mouths talking, none of it mattered.
Another wave of silence dawned upon the awfully long table as Ilay continued kissing me.
I wrapped my hand on his wrist, or tried to, and broke the kiss to get some air.
Breathing heavily, Ilay grinned. "I wanna put you on this table and fuck you so hard until you cry like you did."
He meant it.
The look on his face told me just how serious he was.
As hot as that sounded, I was not yet ready for a crowd. Not this big at least.
I smiled and looked ahead, but underneath the table, my hand was moving for his crotch. Something equally satisfying was bound to keep him happy. And I was honestly eager to see what faces he'd make and if he'd make any sounds.
Ilay chuckled, turning to the table and picking up his glass of...juice.
Honestly, this man was so unpredictable at times.
Taking advantage of the fact that Ilay had moved my chair closer to his, I accessed his groin effortlessly, quietly undoing the belt and zipper.
Someone from the other side of the wide table smiled... Dario's wife. She then glanced at the space between Ilay's hand and where mine was supposed to be and winked as if telling me, 'Go girl. Get nasty'.
I smiled back, appreciating the encouragement.
And as if to emulate us, her left hand dropped.
When it got to its destination, Dario cast her a confused and questioning gaze. She smiled warmly at him and said something.
Without replying to her, Dario looked ahead and straight at Ilay, then at me. The iceberg of a human frowned at me. His eyes blaming me for his wife's actions.
Without making a fuss, I ignored the two and stroked Ilay's firm cock which was now free and stabbing the air.
His precum acted as lube to keep his dick bruise free.
After two or three strokes, Claire arrived with a glass of wine in her hand and a friendly smile on her lips.
She cleared her throat, attracting the attention of the over forty attendees at the table. "Thank you all for coming today to celebrate with us..." Her boring welcome speech began and my mind quickly switched off to concentrate on Ilay's face.
He was biting his lower lip, hiding behind the glass in his hand. His eyes were trained on Claire, yet his attention was too scattered to hear a thing.
From the size of his cock, I could tell that he was very much turned on. His horniness made me horny, which in turn triggered something inside me that yearned to feel his cock in my mouth.
Shit! Did I now like blowjobs?
No, I still hated them, but Ilay's cock was different just like him.
It was the cock that my body had been trained to love and adore from the many times he had made me blow him.
I loved the sound of his moans as I teased his tip. Loved to feel his body tensed up just before he came.
Claire introduced Ilay and me as representatives from Drakon without mentioning that Ilay was the to-be head of the organization. Maybe he had asked her to leave that part out.
As much as Ilay loved audiences, he didn't like fame. He only loved people when they were watching him fuck someone.
Dario and his wife were introduced, making it public that their mafia group Blood Crystal, was collaborating with Ghost Skull.
None of that was important to me. All I had to do was make Ilay cum and then find a chance to steal that fucking ring. Easy, right?