by Brair Lake
Firebird’s mouth clamps round my cock, sucking it in deeper as the muscles in her throat relax, taking me in further with each thrust I deliver. The heat of her breath and tongue has the blood thundering down to my cock, swelling the ridged length.
“Where do you want me to come, Firebird?”
Firebird murmurs around my shaft. The vibration of her sound sends rivers of shivers racing through my body. Her head rises as she pushes against me. “In your mouth, Firebird? Do you want to taste me?” Firebird shakes her head. Her hips thrashing against the mattress. “Your pussy. Do you want me to come in your pussy?”
Eagerly Firebird nods, and with a chuckle, I pull myself free of her tight mouth and thrust into her wet, welcoming pussy. The muscles in her channel clamp tightly onto my ridged shaft as she accepts my cock.
When our lips touch, Firebird’s tongue invades my mouth and I taste myself on her. With each thrust of her tongue, I match it with one of my cock. As I thrust, plunge and surge into Firebird’s body, my hands find and tug on her hard nipples. Firebird’s body continues to twist under mine as she searches for the elusive orgasm. Her whimpers against my mouth encourage me to pound her harder. Her legs wrap around my hips, anchoring onto my back, bringing our bodies closer.
Firebird flings her head back as she frees herself from my lips. “God. Yesssss.” Her lower body clamps hard onto my cock as she comes. Shudders rake her body as I find my own release.
Still joined, I pull back from Firebird, swiping the hair away from her face. “Are you okay?”
Lust dazed amber eyes glare up at me. Lips swollen and red from where she has taken my cock, smiles back at me as her hands reach up to cup my upper arms. Her legs squeezing me. “More than fine.”
“Keep that up and we’ll be heading for another round.”
“Promises, Leon.” Firebird laughs, her tongue coming out to rest on her lower lip.
“And don’t I always deliver on my promises.” For a moment a shadow clouds Firebird’s eyes, her happiness dipping slightly. “What’s wrong.”
Slowly, Firebird raises her head, her hands coming to loop around my neck as she nuzzles my neck. Her hips squeezing my cock back to life. “Nothing. Now kiss me.
Chapter 14
Daisy – New Orleans
“It’s a shame Hank had to go away this weekend… Are you sure Sugar Jay doesn’t mind having Poppy stay over?”
“No. She’ll be appreciative of the company.”
When Leon suggested we spend the weekend in New Orleans, it had made me a little apprehensive. This will be the first time I have spent any time away from my sibling. It will also my first visit to New Orleans, or away from Kitsville. My college degree had been obtained via the local community college.
As we ride into New Orleans, my eyes are never still as I take in the sights. Taking in the buildings, the businesses and the people and it isn’t until the bike is no longer throbbing between my thighs, I notice Leon has come to a stop. The courtyard he’s pulled into is surrounded be a large three story square building. In the center is an elaborate ornate fountain with mermaids and fish spitting water out of their mouths, whilst ivy and camellias trail down the walls.
“Afternoon Leon.” Whirling towards the dusky voice, I discover a husky young man heading in our direction. His smile makes his eyes twinkle. The denim of his jeans hang low on his hips. His well-developed chest is bare. And all I can do is gawk at the stranger.
Leon nods. “Hi, Steve.” Then his arm loops around my waist as we follow the stranger through the large black lavish double doors. The interior walls are painted magnolia, trimmed with mahogany woodwork. Plants are discreetly scattered around the hall. Steve leads us up two flights of stairs before coming to a stop outside another door, which he opens with a flourish. His gaze lingers on me, and I find myself shuffling closer to Leon, who chuckles as he pushes me into our room.
“If you need anything or a helping hand, call me.” The wink and the seductive quality of Steve’s voice sends a shiver through my body, causing me to lick my lips.
“We’ll be fine, thanks, Steve.” The undertone of Leon’s laughter adds to the havoc playing in my stomach, and my feet shuffle together as I tamper down the pulse in my clit. The silent click of the door closings flips my heart. As the air around us throbs, I manage to break my gaze from Leon’s as I take in my surroundings. My breath sticking in my throat as I gaze at the simple opulence.
The room is dominated by a large four-poster bed where muslin curtains drape around the framework. Slowly I walk further into the room. On the opposite side of the wall is a large boudoir bedroom set. While Leon throws our bags onto the bed, I investigate the room further, where I discover an en-suite bathroom, which was screaming at me to use. The tub is sunk into the floor and the walls are nothing more than mirrors. A sound at the door catches my attention, and spinning round, I find Leon leaning against the door frame. His legs crossed at the ankle while his arms are folded in front of his chest. Long tapered legs encased in denim stretched across his groin draws my attention to the swelling and my crotch answers his call.
“This place is…” With a wave of my hand, I indicated the bathroom. Apart from the occasional magazine I have leafed through at the doctor’s or dentist, I’ve never seen such lavishness.
“Decadent.” Leon supplies, and I shake my head.
“This place is too beautiful to be decadent.” I giggle. As I pass Leon, his lips brush over my forehead as his hands come to rest on my ass as he pulls me in close.
“You’ll soon learn, Firebird.” The deep gravel of his voice sends another shiver of anticipation running through my body. My pulse throbs heavily from his light touch.
“What is this place, Leon?”
“Tygerlily’s.” Leon lifts me in his arms until our noses meet. His mouth homes in on mine. Willingly, I accept the invitation of his tongue, tangling mine with his as my legs wrap around his waist. Desire rockets through my body and all I think about, is having Leon’s cock in me. When the world tumbles, it takes a moment for me to realize Leon has dropped me onto the bed. “Don’t move.”
Looking up at the large canopy, all I do is smile. I have no intentions of going anywhere. A few minutes later, Leon returns with a bowl and towel. “Remove your jeans and pants.” Leon’s hot gaze sweeps over my body as I swiftly discard my clothes at the brisk order. My gaze never leaving his as he sits on the bed and hooks one of my legs over his thigh and the other behind his back. His fingers come up to my pussy, inflaming the heat as he strokes me. When he lays his lips against my pussy lips, my hips rise to meet his mouth. Then he pulls back, smirking at me as he pats the downy covered lips. “Time for this to go.”
“What.” My body bolts upright on the bed as I watch Leon lean over to the dresser where he collects the bowl and brush, his free hand pushes me back down onto the bed.
“Leon You can’t.”
“I can, Firebird. And I am.”
Dazed, I watch Leon lather up the bristle shaving brush. When the soap is all sudsy, he covers my pussy with the white foam. Shit, as much as I should be protesting at his personal touch, my body is on fire and my stomach is clamping. Leon tuts as he brings the razor down. “Firebird, you shouldn’t be getting turned on. Now don’t move.” I couldn’t move. I was too busy looking at the overhead canopy as I counted. When that didn’t work, I turn my mind to the Dewey Decimal Classification System. Leon’s lips are soft on my newly bared flesh as his fingers stroke the freshly exposed skin. “All done.” Shit, should I look. For a moment, I continue to stare up at the canopy. Then I lower my hand, touching my naked pussy. Curiosity wins the better of me and I glance down. Pearly white skin gleamed at me. “Go take a bath, Firebird while I order us some food.”
“Leon, I need my underwear.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I can’t get dressed without it.”
“Trust me. You don’t need it.”
Leon is just coming out of the bathroom, a
towel wrapped around his waist. His hair glistening where drops of water cling to his dreadlocks and I lick my lips. Sidling up to his body as I drop the toweling gown I’m wearing. “You’re right, Leon I don’t need my underwear. Or any clothes for what we can do… In fact, we don’t have to leave the room.”
“Get dressed, Firebird. We’re going downstairs.” Leon’s hand lands with a soft swat onto my ass. His eyes turning obsidian.
“What’s downstairs?”
His smile has my pussy throbbing “A surprise.”
My forehead creases as I glance at Leon. He has been in a strange mood since we arrived at the hotel. Yet this is the fourth time, Leon has turned me down for sex. My body is craving satisfaction, and he refuses to bring me to my climax.
“If we’re going downstairs. I need my underwear.” Throwing my skirt and blouse at me, Leon shakes his head once more. With a deep sigh, and sticking my tongue out at the biker, I head for the bathroom. Thirty minutes later I emerge. Laughing when Leon’s Adam’s apple bobs. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wear any underwear?”
Leon’s long legs bring him over to me. With a flick of his tongue over his lips, he frees three more buttons on my red shirt, tucking the edges into my skirt. He then fiddles with my breasts and shirt until he is happy. I am practically naked. Although they were not on show, cool air brushes against my exposed flesh, bringing my nipples to attention. The top of my legs are damp. After he finishes inspecting me, Leon opens the door. I have a choice; I can refasten my blouse and refuse to leave the room. Or I can face everyone. If I was on the beach, I would be wearing less. Yes, but at least your pussy would be covered. With one last look and a sweet smile at Leon, I vow to make him pay.
“Leon what kind of place is this.” When Leon guides me through another set of double doors, I come to a stop. My gaze rapidly flickering around the room as I greedily soak everything in. I am positively overdressed.
“It’s a club for people with kink.”
“I don’t have a kink.”
Leon’s chuckle is warm as his hand guides me further into the room. People hustle pass us. Some stopping to greet Leon, chatting to him for a moment or two. Their gazes wandering over me in speculation. A loud moan catches my attention, and I turn towards it. On a stage, I observe a woman greedily swallowing a man’s cock as another fucked her from behind. Mesmerized, I watch, unable to move. “I thought you said you don’t have a kink.” Ignoring Leon, I continue to watch the threesome on the stage. My lower stomach throbbing as I find it difficult to breathe. Slowly, as Leon guides me further into the room, my gaze moves on to the next small stage. Here there are two men. One of them wears a blindfold, his body bent over a bench as the other man plunges his cock into his ass. My heart is in overdrive as I watch the pleasure on the men’s faces. Standing and waiting. When they groan in unison a small ripple of pleasure runs through my body. “This isn’t the show I want you to watch.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s over. And the one I’m interested in, is just beginning.”
“You know Leon I still can’t believe you’ve brought me to a sex club.”
“And aren’t you enjoying it.”
I couldn’t deny it. I do have a kink. I enjoy watching others have sex. Reluctantly, I leave the two men as Leon guides me to a chair where he places me on his lap. On the stage is a woman and two men. As I gaze at their broad bare backs, one of them looks familiar. A few years back, I had been walking a dog we used to have, I would have been about nineteen then and a movement in the trees had caught my attention. That had been my first experience at voyeurism. “Is that Hank?”
Leon’s body stiffens beneath mine. The hand which is sliding up my skirt suddenly stops in its tracks. “How do you know that’s Hank?”
“I recognize the tat on his ass.”
“How the fuck did you know Hank has a tattoo there?”
“Because I’ve seen it before… Sooo, it is Hank.” My eyes widened as I lean closer to the stage for a closer look. Hank was up there stroking the woman’s flesh and my stomach is alive with a thousand flutters.
“When did you see Hank naked?” Leon’s fingers are once more stroking my inner thigh. The tips brushing over my plump lips, causing me to squeeze my legs together. Which was a bad move when I realize Leon’s hand is trapped exactly where he wants it. “Firebird. When did you see Hank naked?”
“A few of times. He takes his lady friends into the woods sometimes.” Licking my lips, I drag my gaze away from the stage to peep up at Leon. His dark eyes feral as he searches my face. Leon’s chuckle, which I adore, vibrates against my neck, sending another shot of arousal through my body.
“So, Noir Valley has their very own peeping tom.”
“It was research – And stop laughing.”
“I will. Now watch the show.” Happy to comply with Leon’s request, I snuggle my body into his, my gaze returning to the stage. “Put your arms around my neck.”
Without a murmur of protest, I happily carry out Leon’s bid. Drawing in a deep breath when he swiftly parts my shirt, his hands cupping my tits as his fingers pull on my nipples. His lips nibble against my neck. As I go to draw my legs together, Leon spreads his, causing mine to open further. “Leon.”
“Shush and watch the show.”
As I watch Hank and his partner petting and soothing the woman as they talk inaudibly to her, the room around me closes, blocking everyone out. Shock engulfs me, my mouth opening wide when they chain her to the wall. As I continue to watch the men playing with the woman, my own body wiggles against Leon’s. My clit pulses heavily and I crave Leon’s touch on my pussy. Yet he continues to ignore my silent pleas as my brain morphs the woman’s body into mine.
Although I have no desire for anyone to touch me but Leon, I’m unable to stop myself from imagining it’s me on the stage. That it’s my body, the two men are licking, touching and kissing. When Hank hunkers down between the woman’s legs, his head bobbing down to lick and suck on her pussy, my hips thrust out as I search for Leon’s hand. When he finally drops a hand down to my pussy to stroke the flesh with his fingers, I purr. “Leon.”
“Shush, Firebird.”
“I need to come.”
“Later.” Leon slips his hands from my pussy, moving them to my thighs, gently rubbing the flesh as he calms my frayed nerves. Disappointed when he refuses to take our play any further, I return my gaze to the show. Hank and the other man now have their mouths at the woman’s breasts. Both suckling on one each as their hands glided over her body. When both hands land at her pussy, my thighs squeeze tightly. I am desperate to have Leon’s hands on me, in me. Yet at the moment, there is nothing sexual about his touch. Determined to wake him from his complacency, I rub my naked ass against the course material of his jeans, smiling when his cock twitches. “Keep still.” Ignoring Leon, I wiggle some more. With a quiet giggle, I lower my hands to his buckle, only to have Leon grab them, to drag them in front of me until they are resting in my lap.
“Leon.”
“Do you want to carry on watching? Or return to our room.”
My gaze returns to Hank. The girl’s unchained and kneeling on the floor. The stranger’s cock in her mouth, while Hank’s mouth is at her pussy. His gaze firmly on mine, making me hitch my breath. I have a choice; I can carry on watching until they all climaxed, or I could have my own climax. With a smile and a wink at Hank, I turn to Leon, placing my lips on his. Kissing him greedily as my fingers threaded through his hair. “The bedroom.” With a chuckle, Leon swings me into the air and on reflex my legs wrap around his waist. The bare flesh of my pussy rubs against the cloth of his Tee-shirt. Leon’s steps are small and deliberate. Increasing the pool of blood causing my clit to throb as my pussy rubs against the cloth. “Leon.”
Leon comes to a standstill before pushing my body up against the wall of the stairs. Then swiftly he unbuckles his belt, dragging his zipper down. Then he plunges into me before I have time to grasp what he h
as planned. The thrusts are hard and demanding. As Leon surges into me, I have no choice but to grab on to his hair for support. My hips meeting every one of his firm thrusts. As my body coils, Leon’s thrusts grow more demanding. As the sound of flesh against flesh echoes through the hall, my body explodes. Breathing heavily, I lean against the wall, holding Leon’s arms tight until he follows with his own orgasm.
“Strip.” My body is still bouncing on the bed from where Leon dropped me. His own Tee-shirt over his head as he kicks off his jeans. Eager for what the bad boy has in-store for me, I promptly shrug out of my shirt and pull the skirt off. Leon’s obsidian eyes rake over my body. His chest rising as he studies me. All day he has played with my body. The sex on the stairs has done nothing to absolve the ache I am in. “On the floor Firebird.” Leon sits on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs as he guides my body in between his legs. With one hand, he lifts the shaft of his cock, with the other he firmly grips my hair, guiding my mouth to his cock. “All of it Firebird. Take all of it.” Greedily my mouth opens to suck on the flesh, taking his shaft into the back of my throat only for Leon to pull out again. There is no easing of his grip in my hair as he steadily thrusts in and out of my mouth. His pre-cum coats my tongue as I swirl it around the hard-throbbing flesh. “Shit, Firebird. Keep it up.” The harder I suck, the louder Leon moans, His hips bounce on the bed as my head bobs back and forwards. The muscles at the back of my throat relax as I swallow him in deeper. “Ready Firebird.” With one last relaxed breath, I open my throat for Leon as he comes in my mouth. Licking and cleaning his semen from him as he finishes his climax.
Leon’s mouth, when it comes down to mine is hard, demanding in its kiss. Our tongues fight for supremacy. With a chuckle from Leon, I once more find myself on my back on the hard mattress. As I gather my bearings, Leon raises my arms above my head. It’s the touch of cold steel against my flesh, which brings my gaze up to the headboard.