Yasmin clutched at his arm, her voice breaking in a whisper. “Please… I want you inside me. Please, Richard… fuck me.”
His fingers stilled, and a slow, satisfied smile curved his lips. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Yasmin lingered near the edge of the room, fingers curled around a glass of soda she hadn’t touched in ten minutes. Music pulsed, laughter rang out, and yet she felt as if she were behind glass, watching it all happen without quite belonging. At twenty-three, she had no trouble presenting research in a lab meeting. But at a party like this, words seemed to slip away from her.
“Not much of a dancer, huh?”
The voice was warm, teasing without being sharp. She turned and found a tall man with dark, steady eyes watching her. He leaned casually against the wall, but his focus was entirely on her.
Yasmin flushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Not really,” she admitted softly. “I’m better with test tubes than dance floors.”
His smile widened. “Test tubes?”
“I’m a biochemist,” she said quickly, then regretted it. Most people didn’t want to hear about enzymes at a party.
But Richard’s expression only brightened. “So that explains it. You spend your days working with chemical reactions… and now you’re standing here avoiding the social ones.”
Yasmin blinked at him, startled into a laugh. “Something like that.”
He straightened a little, still smiling. “Well, maybe I can help you with the social experiment. Want to get out of this room?”
Her heart skipped. Part of her wanted to hide. But another part whispered that she’d regret saying no. After a breath, she nodded. “Okay.”
Richard led her through the crowd with a light touch at her wrist, weaving between groups until they reached a side door. The noise of the main party dulled when he pushed it open. Inside, the lights were low, warmer, and the air thick with something heavier than music.
On a sofa near the wall, a couple was already tangled together, their movements raw and unashamed. Around them, three others stood watching, quiet but intent, their eyes tracking every motion.
Yasmin froze in the doorway, her breath catching. “Oh…”
Richard glanced back at her, his smile gentle, his hand still holding hers. “It’s different in here,” he said softly. “Nobody hides. You don’t have to, either.”
Her pulse raced so hard it hurt, but she couldn’t deny the heat in her chest. Slowly, she nodded.
He stepped closer, brushing a strand of her black hair behind her ear, his voice low enough only she could hear. “Can I take this off you?” His fingers brushed the strap of her dress.
Yasmin swallowed hard, then whispered, “Yes.”
Richard drew the fabric down with unhurried patience, slipping it from her shoulders until it pooled at her feet. She stood trembling, completely bare, her slender, petite frame revealed to every set of eyes in the room. Her blue eyes darted toward the watchers, then back to him, cheeks blazing.
“They’re not judging,” Richard murmured, tilting her chin up. “They’re admiring. Just look at you.”
Yasmin shivered, her body taut with both fear and a strange thrill. She had never felt more exposed or more alive. Richard leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. Not rushed, but steady, coaxing her lips apart until she melted into the kiss. His hands slid along her bare arms, down her sides, tracing the lines of her petite frame. Every touch made her tremble, but she didn’t pull away. She gasped when his palm cupped her breast, thumb brushing lightly over the nipple. The sound was small, but it made him smile against her mouth.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
Her heart hammered. For a moment, she hesitated, then her hand slipped down to his wrist. Shyly, she guided his hand lower, over her stomach, between her thighs.
Richard’s eyes searched hers. “Here?”
Yasmin nodded quickly, biting her lip. His fingers parted her gently, stroking, then pushing slowly inside. She whimpered, gripping his arm for balance as her knees wavered. The watchers behind them shifted, murmuring softly. Yasmin’s world had narrowed to Richard’s touch and the delicious heat blooming low in her belly.
“Good girl,” he murmured, curling his fingers just right, his other hand steadying her hip. “That’s it… let them see how perfect you are.”
Her blue eyes fluttered shut, a shiver racing through her as she clung to him, surrendering completely to the sensation.
Yasmin clutched at his arm, her voice breaking in a whisper. “Please… I want you inside me. Please, Richard… fuck me.”
His fingers stilled, and a slow, satisfied smile curved his lips. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He kissed her again, deep and claiming, before taking her hand and leading her across the room. An armchair stood against the wall, already occupied. A red-haired woman straddling a man beneath her, her green eyes bright with pleasure as she rode him with abandon.
Richard guided Yasmin right beside them, settling her with her hands on the chair’s armrest. She gasped, finding herself face to face with the flushed redhead, their breaths mingling as the chair shook with movement beneath the other couple.
“Hold here,” Richard murmured, pressing her palms down onto the leather. “Don’t let go.”
Yasmin’s heart raced. She glanced at the redhead, who met her gaze with an eager, knowing smile, even as her own body rose and fell on her partner’s lap.
Behind her, Richard’s hands moved with calm precision. Unbuckling, lowering his pants. She felt the press of his length against her, and then the slow, deliberate slide as he pushed inside.
Yasmin cried out, her eyes flying wide to lock with the redhead’s. The woman bit her lip, watching intently, her breath catching even as she kept bouncing on her lover’s lap.
“Oh god…” Yasmin whimpered, trembling between Richard’s firm hands and the green-eyed woman’s unblinking, excited stare.
Richard held Yasmin steady as he pulled back, then pushed into her again. Long and slow, each thrust making her toes curl against the carpet. She whimpered into the redhead’s gaze, her blue eyes wide, unable to look away as pleasure washed over her in waves.
The redhead’s breathing quickened, her body bouncing harder on her partner’s lap until a cry broke from her lips. She trembled, shuddering in climax, then slumped forward. Instead of collapsing back, she reached for Yasmin, her mouth finding Yasmin’s in a breathless, heated kiss.
Yasmin gasped against her lips, nearly forgetting how to breathe. Behind her, Richard groaned, his thrusts steady and deep, each movement rocking her forward into the kiss. The redhead’s partner reached around, cupping Yasmin’s petite breasts and teasing her nipples until she writhed between all three touches at once.
Her knees wavered, her body threatening to give out. Richard’s strong hands caught her hips, holding her upright as she buckled under the intensity.
“That's it. Show me how you want to be fucked,” he murmured, voice rough in her ear, his moans vibrating through her spine.
Yasmin’s body trembled violently, the orgasm rising too fast for her to contain. The redhead, still close, stroked her cheek and whispered against her lips, “Don’t fight it… let it out.”
That last encouragement shattered the final bit of Yasmin’s control. She screamed her release, the sound raw and unrestrained, echoing in the dim room. The door creaked. Heads turned. More people pressed in, drawn by the wild cry, eyes widening as they took in Yasmin’s trembling body bent over, Richard still buried inside her, the redhead kissing her flushed lips.
Whispers, gasps, and low laughter rippled through the crowd, but Yasmin barely heard them. She moaned again, louder than before, lost to the heat and the eyes now crowding around to watch.
Yasmin’s cries rose higher as she realized just how many eyes were fixed on her. More partygoers crowded the room, some leaning against the walls, others stepping close, all intent on watching every shudder of her petite body. The weight of their attention made the orgasm claw higher and sharper, spiraling out of her control. Her legs gave out completely, her body collapsing against Richard’s grip. He caught her with a grunt, holding her up even as she quaked around him.
“Easy,” he murmured in her ear, though his voice was thick with arousal. “I’ve got you.”
The redhead and her partner exchanged a glance, then eased out of the chair beneath them. Richard lowered himself into the seat with Yasmin still trembling in his arms. The redhead knelt beside her, guiding Richard’s length back inside with slow precision. Yasmin moaned brokenly, her blue eyes wide as Richard filled her again, this time from the comfort of the chair.
“Ride him,” the redhead whispered, her lips brushing Yasmin’s cheek before capturing her mouth.
Their kiss was heated, lingering, and Yasmin’s hands clutched Richard’s shoulders as she began to move in his lap. Richard groaned beneath her, his hands steadying her hips while she sank down onto him again and again. The redhead’s hand slid between their bodies, fingers circling Yasmin’s clit with practiced pressure. Yasmin’s moans spilled into the other woman’s mouth as they kissed hungrily, her body jolting with every deep thrust from Richard.
“Just like that,” Richard growled, his hips rising to meet hers. “Take it all.”
The redhead’s touch grew firmer, and Yasmin shattered again, another orgasm tearing through her as she kissed the woman desperately. Her cry was muffled into the redhead’s mouth, her entire body quaking as the crowd pressed in closer, whispering, gasping, watching her unravel in Richard’s lap.
Richard’s grip on Yasmin’s hips tightened, his thrusts rougher, deeper, urgency edging into his voice. “Yasmin—” he groaned, his head falling back. “I’m going to cum.”
She broke the kiss with the redhead, gasping, her blue eyes wild as she looked down at him. “Yes,” she pleaded, her voice high and shaking. “Please… finish in me. I want it, please, Richard.”
His growl vibrated against her chest as he thrust hard, pulling her flush against him. Heat spilled inside her, filling her until she cried out, the force of it igniting something deep within her. The orgasm ripped through Yasmin harder than any before, her back arching, her scream raw as her entire body convulsed in Richard’s lap.
The room seemed to hold its breath as she shook and clung to him, wrung out by the intensity of it. Richard moaned her name, his arms tight around her slender body, keeping her grounded as they collapsed together in the chair.
For a long moment, they only breathed. Their skin slick, hearts thundering against each other. Yasmin shivered, kissing his shoulder, her hair clinging to her damp skin. When she finally glanced up, her eyes caught on the redhead. Now sandwiched between two men, one behind her and one at her mouth, she was already lost in another frenzy. Their cocks were both sliding in and out of her. Yasmin swallowed, her lips parting as she tugged lightly at Richard’s hand.
“I… I’m thirsty,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from moaning.
Richard chuckled, brushing her damp hair from her cheek. “Then let’s get you a drink.”
They rose together, her legs unsteady but his arm strong around her waist. Neither of them reached for clothes. Still nude, flushed, and glowing, they walked hand in hand back toward the main room, the murmurs and stares following them like a trail of fire.
The kitchen was quieter than the lounge, though music still thumped faintly from the main room. Yasmin reached for a glass of water. Her hands were trembling. The coolness grounded her as she drank deeply. She shifted on her bare feet, acutely aware of the slick, warm cum sliding down her inner thigh. The thought made her cheeks burn, but it also made her lips curve in a small, secret smile.
A trio of men nearby had noticed her, their eyes hungry. One stepped closer, tilting his head with a grin. “How about three cocks at once, beautiful? Ready for another round?”
Another chimed in, “Don’t keep us waiting too long.”
Before Yasmin could respond, Richard leaned down, his breath hot at her ear. “Don’t listen to them,” he murmured, his hand settling at the small of her back. “I’m not done with you yet. I want more. All of you.”
A shiver ran through her, stronger than any she’d felt all night. She turned, blue eyes steady, her voice soft but firm. “I’m a one-guy girl tonight.”
The men chuckled and backed away, disappointed but respectful. Richard kissed her temple, his smile proud, his arm tight around her waist as if to say she was his and he was hers. Yasmin exhaled slowly, sipping more water, her body still tingling, her mind still reeling from everything that had happened. She had come to the party shy, ready to hide in the corner. Now she stood nude in the open, claimed and desiring, stronger than she’d ever known she could be.
She looked up at Richard, her lips curving. “Come on,” she whispered. “Let’s find somewhere quieter again.”
"Who says we can't just do more here?" He asked as he kissed her neck.
"I want a bed this time." She said softly.
His eyes darkened with promise, and he kissed her once more before guiding her out of the kitchen. Together, hand in hand, they left the drinks behind, her bare skin glowing under the lights as she followed him into whatever came next.
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