HIS GUILTY PLEASURE

HIS CO$K, HIS LIES! 3

Chapter 3

Ariana’s POV

“s**t this dress is riding up already and I haven’t even left the apartment yet.”

I said it to my reflection while tugging the hem of the little black dress down for the third time.

The fabric clung to my t**s like a second skin, my n*****s already poking hard against it because I kept replaying those filthy texts from Shadow.

No bra, no panties, just like I promised him.

My p***y felt exposed every time I moved, the cool air brushing my wet lips and making me clench.

I touched up my makeup fast, dark red lipstick that screamed f**k me, mascara to make my eyes pop when I looked up at him later.

My hands shook a little as I grabbed my keys.

The ache from Jake’s bullshit this morning had turned into this hungry throb that needed filling tonight.

I drove to The Velvet Room with the windows down, the evening air making my thighs stick together from how slick I already was.

By the time I walked in at 7 PM the place was dim and buzzing with low music.

Heads turned as I crossed to the bar, the dress hugging my ass so tight I knew the curve of my cheeks showed.

I slid onto a stool, crossing my legs but not too tight because my c**t was swollen and rubbing against nothing felt like sweet torture.

The bartender, a tall guy with tattoos peeking from his shirt sleeves, gave me a long look up and down. “Evening. What can I get you, gorgeous?”

I leaned forward just enough for my t**s to press against the bar edge. “Something strong. Vodka cranberry, make it count. I’m waiting on someone but he’s running late.”

He grinned, eyes dropping to my cleavage before mixing the drink. “First one’s in the house for someone as pretty as you.

You look like you could use it after whatever put that fire in your eyes.” He slid the glass over, his fingers brushing mine on purpose.

“Thanks. Yeah, rough morning with my ex. Caught him texting his side b***h. So tonight I’m doing something reckless.”

I took a sip. It tasted slightly bitter at the back of my tongue but the warmth spread fast down my throat.

I scrolled through my chat with Shadow while I drank, rereading the part where he said he’d eat my angry p***y from behind.

My free hand rested on my thigh, inching higher under the bar where no one could see. f**k, I was soaked. The stool felt slick under me already.

Shadow texted right then: I’m running a bit late—maybe 30 minutes. Grab a drink and wait for me at the bar. Can’t wait to finally meet you.

Bet that dress is already making you drip thinking about my hands on you.

I typed back quick, biting my lip. It is. No panties like you wanted. My p***y is throbbing just sitting here. Hurry up before I start touching myself in public.

The bartender came back around, wiping a glass. “Another secret admirer sent this one over.”

He set down a fresh drink, same as the first but stronger looking. “Guy at the end of the bar. Said you look like you need to loosen up.”

I glanced over but the place was crowded enough I couldn’t pick him out. “Tell him thanks. But I’m meeting someone.”

Still, I sipped the second one too. The bitterness hit again but the heat in my belly grew, spreading lower until my c**t pulsed with every heartbeat.

My skin felt warmer, the room softer around the edges like the lights had dimmed more.

I shifted on the stool, the dress riding higher on my thighs. My n*****s ached so bad I wanted to pinch them right there.

Shadow: Stay right there. I’m close. Can’t stop thinking about how tight you sounded in that voice note.

Bet your cunt is clenching right now wishing it was my thick c**k instead of nothing.

Me: It is. I’m so wet the back of my dress is probably damp. These drinks are hitting hard and making me hornier.

If you don’t show soon I might let the bartender take me to the back room just to take the edge off.

I laughed softly at my own message, the sound coming out breathier than usual. My cheeks felt flushed, my whole body buzzing.

The bartender leaned in closer while pouring someone else a shot. “You good?

You look a little heated up over there. That ex must’ve been a real piece of work if you’re this worked up waiting on the next one.”

“Yeah he was. Always bragging about how good he f****d but never made me c*m hard enough.

This new guy though… from our texts he sounds like he knows how to handle a woman who needs it rough.”

I took another long sip, the warmth turning into a full body flush now. My p***y lips felt puffy, slick juice slowly coating my inner thighs.

I pressed my legs together and rocked a little on the stool, chasing friction without being obvious.

God I wanted to reach down and rub my c**t until I came right here in front of everyone.

The bartender chuckled low. “Rough huh? Sounds like you need a man who’ll pin you down and f**k that frustration out. If your date flakes, I get off in an hour.

Could show you the storeroom. Bet that pretty mouth of yours would look good wrapped around something thicker than that straw.”

His words sent another jolt straight to my core. I squeezed my thighs harder, feeling fresh wetness trickle down. “Tempting. Real tempting. But I think this Shadow guy is gonna deliver.

He already had me fingering myself earlier just from texting.”

I said it bold, the drinks making me loose with my words.

My head felt a little fuzzy but in a good way, everything heightened. My t**s felt heavier, n*****s scraping the dress fabric with every breath.

Shadow texted again: Stay right there. I’m close.

I read it twice, my pulse hammering between my legs now.

The room definitely felt warmer, softer, like my body was floating on this edge of pure need.

I pictured him walking in, grabbing me by the waist, maybe pushing me against the bar and sliding his hand up under my dress right in front of everyone.

My dirty mind ran wild with it, imagining his fingers plunging into my soaked hole while I tried not to moan loud.

“f**k I need this,” I whispered to myself, shifting again so the seam of the dress pressed right against my swollen c**t.

The ache was building fast, that empty feeling screaming to be stretched and used.

Jake’s face flashed in my head for a second, his cruel laugh, but it only made me wetter with spite.

This was my night. Shadow better show up ready to wreck me.

I kept scrolling our old messages, rereading the nastiest ones while the minutes ticked by.

My breath came shorter, thighs trembling a little on the stool.

The bartender kept glancing over, that knowing smirk on his face like he could smell how turned on I was.

Another text from Shadow lit up my phone.

The anticipation sat heavy in my gut, mixing with the drinks and the raw lust until I felt dizzy with it.

My p***y clenched hard around nothing, begging. He said he was close.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could sit here without doing something filthy about it.

My eyes scanned the door every few seconds, heart racing, body primed and waiting for whatever came next.