(I had this posted on a dummy account on AO3, but decided it fit Jolly way better so I re-worked it re-wrote half of it and decided to post it here. I hope you all like it! 😊)
(Inspired by this post)
You didn’t know how long you had been sitting here, your thoughts warm and sluggish, and you blinked rapidly to try and focus on your surroundings with more effort that left you feeling even more drained.
There were groups of people all sitting on plush pillows in the VIP section, huddled close and laughing together, with what appeared to be large ornate hookahs dotted in the middle of each group that released smoke that constantly changed colors. The room was hazy with thick smoke, the faint smell of wildflowers permeating the air, and your body felt like it was submersed in warm water.
You blinked down at your body curiously and remembered suddenly how you got there.
A man known as Jolly had invited you up to the private area when he spotted you strolling with your friends through Pleasure Alley and, as his ‘special guest’ that was being doted on while your friends were left in the group of nameless faces below as his so-called "after party" raged on, you had no choice but to follow his every whim.
The man in question was sitting in the large plush chaise lounge next to you, body stretched out into relaxed sprawl, and one of his arms was wrapped around your shoulders almost possessively if it didn't look so casual. You were nearly in his lap, splayed limply over his chest playing lazily with his many necklaces, and you almost lost track of time again at the feel of his warm fingers trailing over your bare shoulder. You were confused for a fleeting moment, but then realized what you were wearing.
The bright shimmery gold outfit consisted of a bikini style top that left little to the imagination and a skirt that sat low on your hips with a slit up both sides that didn’t stop until it nearly reached the thin waistband of the skirt. You had to be careful when you moved because you had decided against undergarments in a spur of the moment fueled by squeals of encouragements from your friends that you now regretted. You shifted, sitting up lightly to try and get yourself to focus, and you felt Jolly hum at your movement.
“What’s wrong, sugar?” he murmured, reaching over to grip your jaw loosely with beringed fingers, and you looked over at him quizzically.
His bright blue eyes seemed to glitter in the neon lights, a soft crooked smile on his lips, and you felt yourself smiling at him in return.
“Here,” he said, offering you the long thin golden pipe you had been sharing with him earlier, and you weakly swatted it away while wrinkling your nose.
You seem to dimly realize that you were supposed to be on edge, that you were supposed to be wary of the man and the fact that you hardly knew him, but you felt too relaxed and warm to think of why you were supposed to be worried.
“Allow me,” he said softly, sticking the pipe between his lips, before moving it away and pulling you closer by the hand still cupping your face.
He stopped once your lips brushed together, not kissing but pressed together just as closely, and he blew the smoke into your mouth gently. You instantly inhaled, the bright orange smoke tasting of something sharp yet sweet, with a hint of fresh citrus maybe, and you felt your body once more relax against him as warmth churned through you like warm molasses. He didn’t move away once the smoke dissipated, allowing you to nuzzle against his mouth lazily as you enjoyed the way his warm skin tingled against yours, and his laugh was nothing but a low delighted rumble at your antics. He leaned back, letting you move and shift over him until you were nearly straddling him, and you kept rubbing your face against his stubbled jaw like a cat. Each time you brushed against him it was like tiny fireworks going off underneath your skin and you sighed pleasantly when he began stroking his fingers over your cheek. His warm fingers brushed over your parted lips, making you nip at the digits playfully albeit sluggishly, and he hummed again.
“You’re just gorgeous, you know that?” he murmured, seemingly content with letting you nibble on his fingers, and the taste of his skin had you moving closer with a shiver.
“More?” he asked, cupping your jaw again, and you nodded your head after a few moments of you nuzzling into his palm.
This time, when he blew the smoke into your mouth, the taste of the new vibrant magenta smoke had you licking at his lips in wonder.
“You taste…sweet,” you whispered, pulling back to stare at him curiously, and his eyes were dark as he looked at you.
“I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look,” he said, making you frown in thought, before you were once again tugged forward by the hand gripping your jaw.
His tongue swept into your mouth followed by a new wave of the pink smoke. The warmth in your veins turned molten, every nerve ending tingling, and you suddenly ached between your thighs at the feel of his lips underneath yours.
You shifted, trying to ease the pressure, and you whined into his mouth.
“Sweet…just like I thought,” he said softly once he pulled back, trailing kisses over your cheek and throat, and you tilted your head back to give him better access.
It felt good to have his lips on you, his hot tongue trailing over your fluttering pulse languidly, and you dimly noticed that he was slowly pushing you to lay flat on your back on the chaise lounge. He kept mouthing at you once you were on your back, his body nestling between your legs, and you sluggishly tried to hook them around his hips. You lost the energy midway and let them flop open with a sigh. Then, you felt a rush of cool air on your breasts, and you looked down to see Jolly slipping your top off your body.
“You have such lovely breasts…it’s just a shame to keep the covered, Pussy Cat” he cooed while leaning down to pepper kisses over your sternum.
You watched him curiously, idly pushing his hat off to pet at his hair which made him hum in approval, and he moved up to nuzzle against your breasts. Without warning, he dragged his tongue over your nipple, and you flopped your head back with a small grunt. He lapped at you, making you shiver with each drag of his hot tongue, and then he sucked at the sensitive tip. He groaned, suckling harder at you until you were gasping, then he moved to your other breast. It got the same treatment and you began rocking your hips to try and dispel the growing pressure there. His lips then moved to kiss over your abdomen, tongue tracing random patterns that suspiciously felt like his name while his teeth left indentations on your skin when you shifted at the ticklish sensations, and you felt his hands slip between your legs to knead at your thighs. Jolly then pushed your skirt out of the way, leaving you completely on display, and he purred while nibbling on your outer thigh.
“Wait…they’re watching,” you muttered in complaint, weakly tugging on his shoulders as you realized that you both were still in public, and he made a happy noise in the back of his throat.
“Let them watch, baby…let them see how beautiful you are,” he purred against your skin.
You shivered at his voice, low and drawling, and you felt your heart lurch in your chest at his compliment. You had only known this man for a few hours, ‘or has it been days?’ you wondered sluggishly, and you were already growing addicted to his easy affection. The smoke you had been puffing on for hours was making your head spin, making every nerve light up at the slightest touch, and the feel of his warm skin against your own was making you needy. You reached up to gingerly cup your breasts, sighing softly at the memory of his mouth on you, and you felt him grin against your lower abdomen.
“Want me to take care of you, Pussy cat?” he whispered, moving to nibble on your inner thigh, and your breath left you on a sharp exhale.
Your head was nodding before you even realized it and he just chuckled lowly. He easily spread your thighs wider as he settled between them more comfortably and you made a small noise of protest at being so exposed even as you tried to make more room for him. Then, he licked a slow broad stripe up the center of your aching cunt, and you gasped sharply. He growled, dipping his head down back down to your weeping slit, and began licking at you with a single minded purpose that left you utterly breathless. He swirled his tongue over your clit, suckling softly at you until your hips jerked up towards his mouth, and then he ducked his head lower to lap at your hole. His hands gripped your thighs tightly when you tried to snap them close instinctively, your sluggish thoughts racing as your heart pounded in your chest as pleasure coiled hot and intense in your pelvis, and you whined loudly as your hands shot down to fist in his soft hair. He darted his tongue inside you, making a sound somewhere between a purr and a growl as you wailed his name, as he began fucking into your core with his tongue.
You tried twisting your hips away from the overwhelming sensations, making him pinch the sensitive skin of your thigh in warning, and you cried out while trying to dutifully spread your legs wider. Long fingers suddenly drifted over you, rubbing in tight firm circles over your swollen clit that matched the quick rhythm of his tongue, and you shuddered hard through your sudden orgasm.
Your hips jerked and rocked, hands pulling on his hair, and you gasped and choked out his name as he licked you through your orgasm and then didn’t stop.
He alternated between lapping at your oversensitive clit and fucking into your throbbing entrance with broad flicks of his hot tongue and your second orgasm rushed over you before your body even stopped shivering from the first. His focus was intense, hands bruising against your skin to hold you down, and your breath was leaving you on short sharp pants as your orgasm finally subsided leaving you utterly boneless. You were crying, you realized, tears slipping past your tightly shut eyes, and you felt him pull away with one last lingering lick. He kissed his way up your body, nipping playfully at your sensitive nipples in passing, and his hand gripped your jaw and tilted your head to the side.
“Look,” he murmured in your ear and, helpless to do anything but obey, your eyes fluttered open.
Everyone around you was having sex. Different rhythms and positions, in groups or in twos, but there were all having sex. It was almost like a dream with the room filled with hazy thick smoke and the sounds of moans echoing through the air.
Then, without warning, you felt Jolly pushing inside you.
He was thick and hot, searing against your oversensitive body, and you sobbed at the tight stretch of your cunt struggling to accommodate him. He bottomed out with a deep satisfied groan, snapping his hips sharply against you without giving you a chance to adjust, and he breathed in your ear.
“I think I’m gonna like having you around, Pussy Cat.”