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Tiara hated to admit it, but she was having fun. The last semi-formal type of function that she had attended had been all stiff, filled with speeches made by stiff people who were determined to suck the fun out of everything with their stiffness. This fundraiser for the Global Heart Foundation was anything but stiff. The people were warm and caring. She hadn’t laughed this hard in years. She was surprised that she had more things in common with Kellista, Hollidae, and Alyvia than she thought she would with wives of billionaires.
It was in the middle of a conversation about their favorite type of chocolate that it happened.
Tiara was describing the Bolivian chocolate that she received from a friend when a vibration shot through her pussy.
“Oh,” she involuntarily gasped. It was such a quick sensation. She shifted in her seat. Trying to find a better position for the butterfly before anyone caught on to her. She’d just settle back, listening to the chocolate discussion when it happened again. This time it lasted longer. Her eyes darted around in confusion, settling on Jordan where he sat next to her talking to Jericho.
It can’t be him. He sat there playing with a pen. Tiara had seen the controls to the butterflies before. They were little oval shape remotes. Jordan looked like he was holding an iPen or a stylus. Even as she watched him twirl it around his fingers, the vibrating against her clit turned on and continued. Jordan looked over at her, giving her a naughty wink before turning back to his conversation with Jericho.
That bastard.
It was the stylus.
He was setting her pussy on fire with that damn iPen. She squirmed in her seat. Her nipples turned into hard little buds. She bit her bottom lip to stop from moaning out loud. She slipped her hand under the table to pound it against Jordan’s thigh as she tried hard not to wiggle.
“Are you okay?” Alyvia asked her as little moans escaped from her.
“Fine,” she managed to get the lie out between her tightly closed lips. She had to control her squirming. More important she needed to control the urge to scream. She was going to kill Jordan if he didn’t let up on that butterfly. Her clit was on fire. She was on the verge of having a screaming orgasm, and there was no alcohol in sight.
“So Tiara,” Kellista spoke to her from her seat down the table, “you’re going to have to tell us how you did it?”
“Did what?” she looked at her in confusion trying not to squirm in her seat as the butterfly continued to sweetly torture her clit.
“How you got Jordan to act so…so…normal?” Alyvia chimed in.
“I don’t understand what you mean by that?”
“First off Jordan doesn’t usually come to these types of functions. Him being here is crazy. Secondly, he isn’t into public displays of affection, and I swear I saw him kissing you.” Kellista explained.
“What they mean is that if you looked up the word “tightass” in the dictionary then you would see Jordan’s picture there. You managed to get him to loosen up and acting like a human being. So, when is the wedding?” Hollidae chimed in.
Tiara started. They didn’t have that type of relationship. First Jordan introduced her to his friends and family, and now those friends and family were asking her when the wedding was. And on top of all of that Jordan was driving her fucking nuts with that damn vibrator.
“No wedding,” she managed to squawk out, “we are just friends.”
All three women looked at her in disbelief. Tiara was being bombarded with emotions and sensations from all sides.
Jordan must have known she was on the edge of losing it. The vibration against her clit suddenly stopped though the effects of it lingered. She tried to discretely adjust the butterfly herself, but any small movement she made just shot more bolts of lightning through her already excited body. It would take very little to push her over the edge. She couldn’t even concentrate on the speeches and thank yous that were a part of the benefit. Everything in her was intensely focused on her body and the pleasure coursing through it.
Fuck. She needed Jordan’s cock in her. She leaned over towards Jordan. “I’m going to go use the restroom.” She didn’t wait for a response from him, just quickly got up out her seat and exited the ballroom as quickly as she could on her wobbly legs.
Tiara bypassed the original bathroom she used to put the devil’s panties on in. She needed something a little more out of the way. Something that she could let loose in without the fear of everyone busting in on her when she screamed in ecstasy.
She found just what she was looking for. A small discrete bathroom tucked in-between a coat closet and a passageway to a nonpublic area of the resort. She released a sigh of relief when she found the whole bathroom deserted. Half of the stalls had the toilet seats still up from the last cleaning. Good. This restroom probably received little traffic. She leaned her head against the cool mirror. The coldness was a welcome contrast to the heat in her body. She straightened up abruptly, turning when the door was pushed open. Jordan stood in the doorway. His eyes blazing hot with desire. Tiara felt her body responding to the passion in his gaze.
“Fuck,” she moaned as the vibrating started against her clit. She leaned against the sink as her legs lost the ability to hold up her weight. She was going to come and come hard.
Before that thought even cleared her mind, Jordan’s hands were sliding up her body, his mouth on the back of her neck, licking, sucking, biting. Marking her as his. The cool restroom air hit the exposed skin of her buttocks. The little strips of cloth making up the underwear was no protection against the air when she was exposed. The contrast between the air and Jordon’s cloth covered cock heightened the pleasure racing through Tiara’s body. She was on the verge of losing control. Nothing penetrated the wall of desire that was consuming her.
“I need your cock in me,” she demanded of her lover. She was in no mood to play. She needed to be fucked, and she needed to be fucked now.
“Really? What makes you think that I care about what you want?” Jordan leisurely stroked his tongue across her neck making no move to release his cock from his pants despite Tiara grinding her ass against him. He wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended. Tiara was aware of the hard piece of steel pressing against her. He might have more control at the moment, but she was going to make sure that he was as wild with desire for her as she was for him.
“You know you want to fuck my pussy.” The sly reply slipped out of her mouth as she licked her lips. She made sure to put extra emphasis on the word “my”.
The mirror reflected a picture of a woman ripe with desire. Her eyes sultry, passion-glazed. She could see the pointed peaks of her nipples poking through the cloth of her dress. Begging for a touch. She loosened her grip on the sink reaching up and gently squeezing her nipples. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She threw her head back as a powerful orgasm raced through her. She didn’t attempt to be silent. She wanted the world to know that she was being pleasured.
