Chapter 7 Girls' Night In

• "Are you ready for tonight?" Ethan's voice was one filled with anticipation as he leaned against the doorframe watching me put on makeup. The smirk on his lips told me he had plans-plans that included trouble.
• "Always," I said running my fingers through my hair to give it that perfect tousled look. "You?
• He stepped closer, eyes dark with some mischief, as his hands slid around my waist and pulled me closer to him. When the heat of his breath brushed past my neck, it sent a shiver up my spine. "I'm thinking we're going to break a few rules tonight."
• I raised an eyebrow and turned within his arms to face him. "Which ones?
• "All of them," he growled, his mouth seizing mine in a deep, hungry kiss. His hands roamed over my body, pulling the hem of my dress up high on my thigh, and the hard outline of his cock pressed into me. I pulled away breathless, my lipstick a little askew. "Easy, tiger. Save some for the party."
• He grinned and stepped back, though not before his fingers trailed down my thigh, leaving a trail of Goosebumps in their wake. "Say the word, and we'll skip the party altogether."
• Tempting, but not tonight. "I want to see what kind of trouble we can stir up first.
• The party was everything Ethan had promised: exclusive, dimly lit, and full of temptation. Red velvet drapes hung all around the walls, building a sensuous backdrop to the hedonistic chaos of each corner. Low music thumped through space, setting a pulse that seemed to sync with my own heart. The air was thick with desire, an expensive perfume tincture mingling with sweat and arousal.
• Ethan's hand closed tighter over mine as we stepped inside, pushed our way through the sea of humanity-eyes lingering a beat too long on us. We'd been here before in so many ways, though. This was playground stuff for anyone who needed something…more. I could feel it, even now, electricity in the air, the unspoken promise of what was to come.
• "Drink?" Ethan asked, his eyes already shifting, his gaze scouring the crowd.
• "Sure," I said, but it wasn't booze I was thirsting for tonight. I watched him disappear into the mass, my eyes sweeping the room. Everywhere, bodies entwined in dark corners, hands probing, lips crushing. Decorum had been dissolved long ago in this hothouse, if it had ever existed at all, and in its place was a visceral craving for something honest to the point of brutality.
• Ethan came back with two glasses of something amber; the liquid sloshed over the sides as he handed me one. I downed mine in one gulp, feeling the burn. He smile, his gaze watching me with eyes gleaming with lust. "I've got my eye on a couple I think you'll like.”
• He nodded discreetly toward the plush sofa in the corner where two women were lounging-like queens, surveying their kingdom. One had golden curls that cascaded over her shoulder; her dress adhered to her curves in a way that just screamed "Look but don't touch." The other was dark-haired and sharp-eyed, eyeing us with a smirk that matched Ethan's: a challenge, a dare.
• “They’ve been eye-fucking us since we walked in,” Ethan said, his voice low in my ear as one of his hands slipped down to the bottom of my back, guiding me toward them. “Let's give them a show.”
• We waded through the crowd, each of us averting our gazes at the sense of anticipation that rippled through me with every step we took closer to the joined-yet-separate pair. When we drew near, the introductions were short, almost an afterthought. This wasn't about names or small talk. It was about connection, chemistry, and submitting to the moment.
• "Jasmine,"-the blonde, Lana, purred, her hand reaching out to trace the line of my arm, her touch light and teasing-"I've heard about you.”
• "All good things, I hope," I replied, my tone as innocent as a lamb's.
• Lana leaned in until her breath was hot against my ear. "Only the best."
• Her lips found mine in an instant, soft and eager, tasting of champagne and sin. Ethan watched, his eyes dark with hunger as Lana's hands roamed over my body, tugging at the thin fabric of my dress. She used a swift, sure motion to pull it down, leaving me bared to her and wanting more. I felt Ethan's hand on my back, anchoring me now, while Lana's mouth trailed lower on my neck, the heat of her kisses moving across, then across my collarbone and lower still.
• Behind me, Valerie, raven-haired and vixen-like, was working her own style of magic on Ethan. In fine-drawn strokes, her fingers moved-unfastening his belt and then proceeding to slide down to stroke his cock with technique and intent. His groan rumbled through his chest, a sound of pure, unrestrained desire that made my need flare hotter.
• "Fuck, Jasmine," Ethan growled low, the sound rough as he watched Lana's tongue flick over my nipples, teasing me into a state of frenzied arousal. "You're so fucking hot like this."
• Lana's mouth moved lower, her tongue trailing down my stomach and sending shivers racing through me. Her fingers hooked into my panties, drawing them off before she cast them aside without ever breaking eye contact. The cold air was only on my skin for one second, a fleeting moment before Lana's hot breath replaced it and was quickly followed by the tickle of her slowly deliberating tongue. My back arched, a gasp tearing from my lips as she dipped deeper and deeper, pressing into every inch with an unyielding precision.
• Ethan's eyes did not move from mine, as Valerie took him in her mouth-her head bobbing steadily to the rhythm of my pounding heart. His eyes were intense, his breathing too ragged, as he watched me writhe beneath Lana's skilled touch. The edge was growing, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly, ready to snap.
• "Oh god, don't stop." I panted out, my hands tangled in Lana's hair as she sucked and licked, driving toward the edge. I was drowning in sensation; the lines between pain and pleasure blur in an endless cruelty of waves.
• Valerie's moans mingled with Ethan's as he thrust deeper, his hips snapping forward, but never once did he lose focus on me. It held with it the dizzying, intoxicating power that I had his attention with no sign of losing it in the complex mess of limbs and lusts around us.
• It struck, exploded behind my eyelids-bright, incandescent, and all-consuming. My cries were swallowed by the heavy beat of the music, the world narrowing to just the heat of Lana's mouth and molten pleasure flooding my veins.
• Ethan was on me in an instant, pulling me into a rough, breathless kiss that tasted of sweat and sex and everything forbidden. Valerie and Lana watched, the gleam of satisfaction already starting to fade from their eyes, but already I could feel Ethan's attention start to drift. It was a subtle thing-the flicker of his gaze to the next thrill, the next conquest, even as we lay there bathed in the glow.
• I pushed it all away, pressing Ethan closer, determined to lose myself in him again. To chase that fucking high until there was nothing beyond but pure, unfiltered pleasure. But something deep down knew the rules were changing yet again this time. And maybe, for the first time, I wasn't sure if I was ready to play by them.