The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"Need a hand?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

A man with a sky blue mask, at least I thought it was blue, it’s as hard to see colors in the red light, leaned above me. He had long dark hair and I couldn’t make out much else in the red light except that he was tall and broad and still had his pants on while the rest of him was shirtless.

But he wasn’t Finn.

I licked my lips, ready to tell him I was good before stopping myself. Wasn’t the whole point of coming tonight to forget him? My eyes drifted back to the blonde on the platform who was currently being railed by all three men.

I didn’t come to a freaking sex club just to use my hand on myself. Now did I?

"Depends," I turned back to the stranger looming above me. "How good are you with a toy?"

He grinned, dropping beside me on the couch while the vibrator hummed in my hand. "Beyond your wildest dreams, baby,"

He would absolutely lose his mind if he knew what was about to happen. Then he would fire my ass once he knew who I really was. That thought had me holding the vibrator out.

"Impress me then," I purred. "Let’s see if you’re all talk,"

He snatched the toy off my hands and pressed it against my clit immediately.

"Oh!" I moaned, gripping his arm. He definitely knew what he was doing. He adjusted the angle slightly, pushing harder making my toes curl inside my heels and my back press deeper into the sofa.

"More," I demanded, grinding against his hand.

I couldn’t help it, the pressure was exactly right and the blonde on the platform was screaming again as she came hard. My pussy gushed shamelessly.

I reached down pushing my panties fully aside, gasping as I watched him run the vibrator down between my pussy lips then back up to my clit.

Fuck, it still wasn’t him. He would pin me down instead and shove the damned vibrator in my pussy, gritting his teeth and hissing those nasty words in my ears until I exploded.

My breathing came out ragged. The man toying with my cunt leaned closer. "Wanna make this more interesting?"

Panic flared inside me. "I won’t... I won’t take your cock, sorry, I-"

"I’m not talking about fucking you, woman," He chuckled. "Why the fuck do you think I’m wearing pants. I’m not fucking anyone tonight, at least not with my cock," He winked at me and the knot in my stomach eased a little. "I just want to have a little more fun,"

He reached up to the cabinet without getting up, damn someone has some long arms. They grabbed a dildo off the shelf. My pussy clamped hotly, eagerly waiting as he ripped the packaging off the toy.

A little whimper left my lips when he pressed the thick toy against my cunt and shoved it in.

"Fuck!" I cried, my walls clenching immediately around the fake cock.

My hips tilted up to take it deeper as he fucked me, while still using the vibrator on my clit. I gripped the armrest on the couch, watching the platform, my pussy squelching as he rammed the toy deep in my pussy.

"Oh fuck fuck, yes, I’m cumming!" The blonde squealed, filling the entire room.

The man beside me drove the dildo deeper.My head fell back as I imagined Finnegan fucking me.

I missed him. I needed him. I ached for him. I was so fucking close and I wished he were here to see me cum. To make me cum. Memories of his fingers fucking me in the storage room at the launch filled my head.

Cum for me, Abigail, it’s all I can fucking think about.

My eyes rolled as the orgasm tore through me.

"Finn!"

His name slipped out of my mouth in a moan. My whole body seized, my walls clamping down around the dildo, clit pulsing against the vibrator, and I came hard. It rolled through me in hot waves until I went limp on the couch.

The man beside me chuckled. "Finn?"

Shit! I had just called his name to a total stranger.

"I..." I cleared my throat. "Sorry about that?"

"Whoever he is," he hummed, turning off the vibrator. "He’s a very lucky man."

I wanted to disappear into the couch in shame. What if it had been Ares fucking me? Was that how I would have called his name instead? God, how could I be so careless?

The door opened and a group of men spilled in, laughing their heads off.

"Yo Hercules, we’re going to the game room,"

The man beside me whose club name was, apparently, Hercules, rose off the couch. He handed me the toys with a bow.

"This was fun," And with a wink, he swaggered off and left with his friends.

Well, that was weird. I slumped back on the couch chair for a moment and sighed. The blonde on the platform was still going. Honestly, at this point, I admired her stamina.

I slipped out of the Watch Room, found the elevator and rode it up. I just wanted to be home. Annette would make her way back home later.

My reflection flickered in the elevator doors. My golden mask sat on my face and my hair was slightly disheveled. I wasn’t even looking half as wrecked as I usually did whenever I was leaving after a hot wild night with my boss.

I was leaving way early too. The clock in the elevator read a few minutes to midnight. It wasn’t even midnight yet. God, what the hell had he done to me?

The elevator opened and I shoved the thought aside. I found my locker, popped it open and shoved my mask into my bag, changing into the dress I had arrived in. I turned toward the exit only to run directly into someone.

A very familiar person. I would know that scent anywhere. What on earth was he doing here? Shit!

"Abby?"