25. Levy

Chapter twenty-five

Levy

" O n your knees," Anders ordered, his voice hoarse. My legs nearly gave out when Grace lowered herself to her knees in front of me, shifting closer so her face was level with my hips. Anders stood directly behind her as he reached over her head and grabbed the front of my pants, ripping them open and jerking them down my thighs. My boxers followed, and another wave of pure need shot down my spine, my cock stiffening and bobbing up against my stomach. I caught Anders staring at me, but it wasn't curiosity I saw in his eyes this time. It was more like… lust. That was new and definitely alarming.

"I'll help you," Anders told Grace, his fingers caressing her jaw. "Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue." Grace did as he ordered, gazing up at me underneath her eyelashes. She looked so beautiful, and all I could think about was how good she'll look choking on my cock. I shifted my hips, glancing at Anders for direction. He smirked and trailed his hand down my chest before wrapping his fingers around my length, giving me a gentle stroke.

"Please, Sir," I moaned, bucking into his hand. It felt so good when he touched me, I nearly came apart right there with Grace sandwiched between us.

"You're going to take all of him, like the good girl you are. If you do a good job, I'll let you come too." Anders smirked, guiding the tip of my cock past her lips. Fuck, she felt like heaven. I slid across her tongue, resisting the urge to bury myself in her. Anders wasn't making it easy either, he had his fingers tangled in her golden hair, whispering encouragements as she closed her eyes, a moan vibrating down my length.

"You can take more, can't you, Kitten?" Anders coaxed, looking up at me. I pulled out a little before thrusting back in, going until I hit the back of her throat. I felt her choke around me, and I pulled out to let her breathe, her eyes watering as she stared up at me.

"I didn't tell you to stop," Anders chided me, and Grace nodded, her eyes hazy with lust. I shuddered and thrust back into her mouth, Anders holding her still, helping me use her. I lost myself in the feel of it, fucking her mouth as she choked and moaned around me. I felt the pressure start to build, and my balls tightened, my thrusts growing erratic.

"I want you to swallow every drop of him," Anders ordered, and I moaned, spilling over her tongue until I was spent, the handcuffs cutting into my wrists as I sagged against them.

"That was so good, baby," I told her, my voice rough. "That was so fucking good." I looked to Anders, expecting him to uncuff me so I could take care of her now, but he wasn't looking at me. He was staring down at Grace, one hand still tangled in her hair, her head tipped back until she was forced to look up at him. He shivered as he stroked her cheek, and she looked blissed out, her eyes half closed as she leaned into his hand. I shifted, and her eyes found me, blushing as she gave me a small smile.

Anders helped her to her feet and pulled a key out of his pocket, moving to uncuff me finally. I shook the blood back into my arms as he watched coolly, and I noticed a bulge in his pants. "Do you need-" I started to ask, but he cut me off with a look.

"About Grace," he murmured, leaning in to whisper his plan while I tucked myself back into my pants. I smirked, and we both turned to look at her, her eyes going wide under our stares.

"What?" she asked, flushing red. I slowly flickered out of view as Anders stepped toward her, catching her chin with his hand.

"You've got three minutes, then we're going to start hunting you. When we find you, you get to come." He smiled, and Grace raised her eyebrows.

"There's people everywhere, you can't expect me to find someplace private in three minutes!" she insisted, and Anders smirked.

"Well, that's your problem now, isn't it?" he mused. "Because I don't care if it's private. Do you, Levy?" he asked.

"No," I whispered in her ear, my fingers trailing up her thigh until they slipped under her dress. Her breath hitched, and she backed toward the door, watching Anders incredulously.

"Two minutes, thirty-eight seconds," he drawled, and she squeaked and bolted out of the room.

"Think she'll make it far?" I asked, and he shook his head, adjusting himself and smoothing down his hair.

"No, she won't."

We gave her the full three minutes, just to be fair, but it hadn't done her much good. She made it upstairs and nearly past the bar, but it looked like Seb and a few of his buddies cornered her there. Anders scowled at how close they got to her, but I grabbed his arm in warning and slipped past, heading to her. She was backed into a wall covered in liquor bottles, nodding along as one of them bored her with the details of his new car. She was clutching a glass of champagne they must've given her, and her eyes darted around the room looking for someone.

Looking for us.

Still invisible, I slipped past the guy closest to her and brushed against her side, my arm wrapping around her stomach to keep her from bolting. Her eyes widened in shock, and I pressed my lips to her ear, shushing her quietly. Her new friends were none the wiser as I brought my hand behind her and trailed it up between her legs, careful not to rumple her dress too much. She bit her lip, squirming against my arm as I ran my finger along the fabric of her thong before I pulled it over to the side, stroking my finger down her slit.

"Does King still have his Ferrari?" Seb asked Grace suddenly, and she blushed and shook her head quickly.

"N-no, I don't think so," she mumbled quickly, pretending to sip her champagne as I lightly circled her clit with my forefinger.

"What a shame, now that was a gorgeous fucking car." Seb sighed, and the others nodded along. I let my teeth graze her ear, making her shiver. Without hesitation, I speared her with my finger, causing her to squeak. Her cheeks flamed red and she coughed to cover up the noise, trying to wiggle out of my grasp without drawing the men's attention. I added another finger, reveling in how she clenched around me, now effectively pinned to my side.

"You need to convince King to take you to Venice this summer," one of the guys told Grace, and all of their attention turned to her. "Have you ever been?"

"Uh, no!" she bit out as I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her, curling them slightly to stroke the little bundle of nerves deep inside. A little whimper forced its way out of her throat, and she cleared it awkwardly, leaning back into me. "I've asked to visit, um... Iceland," she lied breathlessly, and they all began debating the merits of Iceland.

"Good girl," I whispered, and she shifted, widening her legs for better access. Her breath was coming out in sharp pants, and I could feel her walls beginning to spasm around me. "Anders is watching, do you see him?" I asked softly, and her eyes trailed over the crowd, her breath hitching when she found Anders, staring at her from across the room.

"Mmm…" she moaned quietly, her hand shaking as she raised her glass to her lips to cover the sound.

"Are you going to come in this room full of people?" I whispered, and she closed her eyes briefly, her jaw clenching as she bit her cheek.

"There you are Angel!" Erik called out, and Grace gasped as King Jr. walked around the side of the bar, joining our little group. He greeted the men quickly, and I took the opportunity to continue Grace's torture, pumping in and out of her, feeling the wetness dripping down my fingers and onto my hand. Erik finally turned to her, and she grabbed his shirt collar, dragging him in for a rough kiss. She moaned into his mouth as she came, and his hands went to her waist, helping to steady her as he brushed against me. His eyes widened in shock, and then lust, kissing her back as she rode out her orgasm, soaking my hand in her desire.

"I've been neglecting you, haven't I?" he mused, and she nodded breathlessly, finishing her champagne as her cheeks glowed. Erik smirked at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I think you need one more," he announced, looking toward me while taking her glass. Grace gasped as I started to toy with her clit, holding her in place while Erik flagged down a waiter, ordering another champagne for her.

Erik put his arm over her shoulders, chatting with his friends as I played with Grace, her face glowing as she struggled to act normal while I fucked her with my fingers. I could feel her body growing slack against me as her second orgasm ripped through her, her eyes closing as a whimper slipped out of her throat. Erik grinned down at her, his eyes lit up as she shivered against him. Her champagne arrived just as the last of the aftershocks were dying down, and Erik handed her the glass. Grace's hands shook as she took a sip, her chest heaving from the exertion.

Someone dressed as security walked up to Seb, whispering something in his ear. His eyes widened, and he glanced quickly at Erik. I withdrew my hand from between Grace's thighs, sensing a problem.

"King, er, it appears as though someone representing the Boog- Mr. Harding," Seb clarified quickly, glancing at Grace, "has arrived. Uninvited of course," he added nervously, and Erik just smirked. "Should I have him removed?"

"It's a party. If he wants to enjoy it, why would I stop him?" Erik shrugged, pulling Grace against him possessively. Seb jerked his head swiftly, and the security guard disappeared back into the crowd. Jesse chose this moment to appear, studying Grace briefly before cocking an eyebrow at Erik, who smirked. With his arm still around Grace, he filled Jesse in on the current situation, adding the little extra tidbit about our game. Jesse grinned devilishly and swooped in to steal a kiss from her. I was still standing behind her, enjoying the feel of her leaning into me. The conversation continued for a bit until shouts by the pool drew our attention. Grace stiffened against me, and Erik sighed dramatically, glancing at Seb.

"Sorry Sebby, I guess some people forgot how to behave at a party." He shrugged.