by Tessa Thorne
The bartender shakes her head and passes my money back when I try to pay. She nods toward Alessandra before turning to the next customer.
I smile at Alessandra and pass her drink. “I’m not used to having a woman cover my drinks.”
“You must not date a lot of club owners,” she says, arching her eyebrow as she picks up her drink and raises it to me.
I clink my glass against hers and take a long sip, savoring the sweet burn of the bourbon as it spreads from my mouth down to my chest. “Are we dating?” I ask.
I smile at her over the glass as her eyes widen and color fills her cheeks. She must not have meant to say that. It’s a fair return for my surprise though. I thought she just managed this place. That makes sense as a gig for a made man’s kept girl. But to actually own the club? She asked me who I am. Now I want to really know, who is she?
The DJ begins to pick up the pace. “Do you hire the DJs yourself, or do you go through a talent agency? I've never heard of DJ Bo,” I say.
“Are you into EDM?” She cocks an eyebrow in surprise.
“I know a few names.” I take another sip of the drink. “How did you find him?”
“He dropped off a demo and I was looking for something to listen to.” Her head’s bobbing to the beat. I watch as she swerves her shoulders, and moves her hips to the music as she takes a longer sip from her drink.
I put my empty cup on the bar and motion for another. “You don’t mind if I run up the tab, do you? It’s been a really long night.”
She laughs, finishing her own drink. “Not at all. Get me one too, would you?”
I flash a wide grin at her. That’s my kind of girl. She’s trying to match me drink for drink. It’s a rare woman that’s crazy enough to try to keep up with a guy my size.
I slide her drink over. “You’ve got great taste.”
“I’m glad you like it.” She throws back her hair and grins at me.
I put my arm around her back and pull her close to me. I start moving my hips to the beat, dancing to the downbeat with her. She puts an arm around my neck and presses her body against me. She’s relaxing, her eyes no longer darting around looking for watchers.
“You’re sexy as fuck when you let your guard down,” I say.
“I’d return the compliment, but I don’t want you to get a big head.” Her warm, tequila-scented breath makes my cock stir in my jeans.
I throw back my head and laugh. I’m loving this. A little bit of liquid courage in her and she’s letting me see the real her. All thoughts of vendetta are fading away from my mind. She’s like an opiate for troubled thoughts.
“This is a killer set,” I remark, and she nods her head in agreement. We look at the dance floor and it's a tight, writhing mass of sexed-up bodies. I take her hand. “I want to see what you can do on the dance floor.”
She follows me down onto the dance floor and I lead the way to the center of the floor. The laser lights dance off her black sequined dress as she raises her arms above her head, dancing to the beat. I step in close to her and let myself really feel the music. I let the vision of her pale curves hypnotize me as the music flows through me.
A little bit of space opens up around us, giving us room. I put a hand on her back and pull her into me. She wraps her soft arms around my neck as she dances low on me, caressing her hands down my chest. I pull her against me and she turns in my arms, pressing her back against my chest, and grinding her ass against my crotch. Fuck, she's so sexy.
I feel myself hardening against her as she looks back into my eyes, biting her luscious bottom lip. My hands are on her hips, holding her gyrating form against me. I lift my hands up her sides and down her stomach, feeling the texture of her sequins beneath my fingers.
“You’re an amazing dancer,” I say as I press my lips against the shell of her ear.
She presses her head back against my chest. “I’ve been told I dance pretty good, but I never know if I should believe it.” She presses her ass against my growing cock. “But I feel you're being honest,” she says playfully.
Her eyes are open wide, staring into mine. Her lips are swollen with desire. The smell of her perfume is intoxicating. “My cock doesn’t lie.” I kiss her earlobe and she gasps as I give it a nip. “You're so fucking sexy.”
The song changes to a more sensual beat. Slower, more rhythmic. I nod at the glass-enclosed office overlooking the dance floor from three stories up, opposite the DJ booth. “Is that your office?”
Her hands are wrapped around my legs behind her as she dances slowly against me. She slowly moves up my body until she can lock eyes with me again. “Yes.” Her voice is soft, like silk brushing against my ears.
I feel my way up her hips, stopping my hands just below her ribs. Her chest heaves slowly, her breasts pressing against her dress. She turns around in my arms and looks into my eyes, trying to look into my soul.
I'm tempted to let my guard down for her, let her see the darkness that lies within. Would it scare her away? Would she still want me then? I guess I have to try to find out for sure.
“I want you to give me a tour.” I give her my most arrogant grin.
Her mouth breaks into a mischievous smile. She’s not even a little mad. I'll be her keeper tonight.
“You lead the way,” she says.
But I’m not going to settle on just one day. Not if I can help it, anyway.
I reluctantly separate my body from hers, take her delicate hand in mine and lead her to the stairway with all the urgency demanded by my cock. She greets the bouncer guarding the base of the stairs and says, “Hey, I’m going to show my friend my office.”
I'm surprised at how much it bothers me to hear her call me her friend. She isn't like any woman I've ever met before, and I want the world to know she's mine. Even if I know this can't last. The view of her ass bouncing under her dress as I follow behind her draws me back to the here and now.
She swings the door open and I follow her inside. It’s tastefully decorated in a modern style. Everything is copper and glass, save for the white leather upholstery on her couch and chairs. Speakers carefully hidden in the walls play the same music that has the crowd steaming up the air, but the volume is low enough so we don’t have to shout to talk. I walk behind her desk to admire the large glass wall. It's easy to picture her overlooking the club from here. It makes me think of a queen surveying her domain from a castle up on high.
“I love the design of the club.” I press my hand against the glass. I can feel the vibration of the music passing through the glass into my flesh. “You must have hired an expensive architect.”
She dims the lights from a control panel on the edge of her desk to lower the reflection in the glass, giving us a better view, and steps in next to me.
She looks up at me with a slight smile on her red lips. “I designed it myself.”
She really is special. I put my arm around her shoulder and pull her close to me. I can feel the heat of her body pressing up against my side. “What other surprises are you hiding from me?” I say with a grin.
She puts her arm around my waist and pulls me closer. “You’ll just have to keep finding creative ways to see me if you want to find out.” I love how playful she is right now.
We hold each other quietly for a moment, looking over the crowd dancing beneath the light show. DJ Bo is bouncing in his booth. I can just barely make out his long hair flipping through the air under the spotlights.
I turn toward her and brush a loose strand of black hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Why didn’t you go with one-way glass?” I ask.
“It looks good from the ground floor if you look up.” She looks away from me, down into the club below with a sad look on her face. “You can’t really see much when the lights and the fog are on, but you can just make out enough to pique your interest. It makes it feel like there are hidden places in the club for those lucky enough to gain access.”
I put my hand on her neck, brush my thumb lightl
y down her jawline and gently tilt her chin to face me. “It’s good to be one of the lucky ones.”
My lips smash against her, and I devour whatever words she had left. I can’t wait any longer. Her body is like a drug to me. I cup her ass and press her to me, letting her feel my hard-on straining to tear out of my pants.
She moans into my mouth, letting my tongue slide between her lips, tasting the tequila in her mouth. She pulls away, gasping for breath. “You taste like bourbon.” She smiles shyly. I love how sweet she is.
I kiss her again and bite her lip. “You taste like tequila, and your body is the only chaser I need.”
She groans against me as I squeeze her ass, hard. I want to test her limits, so I can push her past them. Her eyes blink open, staring into mine. Her mouth is an open smile, urging me on.
My lips rain down on her lips, moving down her jaw, to her neck. I press my lips down on the base of her neck, and nip the skin lightly, leaving a pink mark. She gasps, then tilts her head to the side to give me better access. I kiss her again and bite, harder this time, leaving a mark that she’ll have to cover up.
Her breath rasps against my ears and her nails dig into my side. My lips travel down her soft shoulders. I slide the thin strap of her dress down her shoulder and my kisses follow down onto her collarbone. Another bite, and her nails dig harder into my back. I kiss her chest, pulling on her strap, tugging her dress down to expose more of her breast. Her breathing is heavy, her scent intoxicating. My dick twitches hard inside my pants.
I lick her breast, wetting her skin with a broad stroke of my tongue, tasting the salt on her skin. Another tug on her strap and I see the light pink around her nipple. I kiss it, give it another gentle lick, and she fists my hair, pressing my face into her chest. I slide the other strap over her shoulder, kissing her other breast, relishing the taste of her body.
“Wait.” Her voice is hoarse with desire. “Let me get the shade.”
I straighten up, and put my hands on her shoulders. I slowly begin sliding my hands down her arms until they're just above her straps. She's watching me carefully to see what I'll do next, and I begin to slowly pull her straps down all the way. “No,” I say. She blinks in surprise. She really isn't used to guys telling her no, but that's about to change.
She looks at me, then back at the club below. “But what if someone looks up and sees?” she asks worriedly.
I pull one strap down all the way, and her nipple pops out from her dress, hardened to a pointed peak. The bra under her dress, if I can call it that, makes my cock strain in its tight confines. The lace barely comes up under her nipple, and doesn't cover anything. This bra is nothing more than a platter serving up a pink delicacy.
My mouth drops onto her nipple. I suck it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and her words of protest turn into soft moans. I pull on the remaining strap, dropping her dress to her hips, and swallow her other nipple in my mouth. I suck on it as I squeeze her other breast, feeling its weight in my hand. She’s breathing hard, her hands fisting my hair again, her worries forgotten.
I give her nipple a long stroke and take it between my teeth with a soft bite. She squeals, and pulls my head against her breast as I squeeze her other nipple between my thumb and finger.
I look up from her chest and see her looking down at me, face twisted with pleasure. I lick her nipple again, watching her shuddering breath, and bite down harder, tugging on her, watching her face shift between pain and pleasure. I release my teeth and soothe her with my tongue, watching pleasure win out in the battle.
I drop my hands to her hips, and start pressing her dress down past them. I watch her face as she alternates between staring at me and looking out the window, wondering whether anyone can see her. I leave a trail of kisses leading down her curvy figure as I slowly pull the dress to the edge of her thong.
I pause, and she almost pouts. I look up at her and grin. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?” I say.
It’s not really a question though, and she knows it. She twists her mouth, looking down at me, my lips resting on top of her panties, her hand softly stroking my hair. She looks away at the window again. She bites her lips and nods quickly, pressing my head down toward her pussy.
I smile broadly, breath her scent in deeply and give her a wet kiss right above the top of her thong. I kiss her again, coming closer, but still holding back, teasing her. I look back up into her eyes and watch her. Her lips are slightly parted, her head is nodding slowly, and her eyelids are fluttering. She's starting to lose her inhibitions, and it's sexy as fuck. I can feel the head of my cock dripping in my jeans.
“Tell me.” I pull her dress down a bit farther, hook my fingers into the edges of her thin panties and pull them down just enough to make her pout again. “What do you want me to do?”
She watches me, her breathing quickening as I wet my lips and brush them just above her panties. I tug them just a bit lower, enough to see that she’s waxed herself bare. It turns me on so much knowing she did that for me. My dick twitches again, barely able to be contained.
“Tell me.” I drag the tip of my tongue along the border of her panties, hearing her breath stutter out between her full lips.
“I want you to lick me.” Her voice is barely a whisper. I have to strain to hear it over the music.
“I am.” I lick her again in the same place, but press my tongue flatter against her pelvis. “Is this it? Is this all you want?”
I can see the struggle in her eyes. She has to pick. Will she give in to me and her desire? Or will she let her pride win out?
I kiss her again, moving to her hips, letting my lips rain down on the curve of her hip bone and I slowly make my way back, stopping right above where she wants me. I grin up at her, my thumbs hooked into the sides of her dress and thong. “Tell me.”
She puts her hands down on my head and brushes my hair back. “I want you to lick my pussy.” I can barely hear her over the music. She presses my head down. This time I smile and let her press me down as I slowly tug her dress past her hips, letting them pool around her feet, leaving her wearing only her sheer thong and heels.
She stands there with her hands on my head. She's shivering with desire, and her eyes are glazed over with lust. The sight of her pink tongue licking her parted lips drives me wild. I'm holding onto her by the hips, but I pull back slightly so I can take in the full sight of her. Her bald pussy is barely covered by the delicate and sheer thong she's wearing. Her juices have soaked through the thin fabric, and I lean in to take a deep breath of her heady scent. I'll bet she tastes even more amazing than she smells.
I press my open mouth against the sheer fabric and breath out slowly, feeling her body shudder. I cup her bare ass in my hands, squeeze her cheeks hard, and run my tongue up her bare slit through her thin panties. She fists my hair, tugging on it, resting her weight against me as her legs begin to give in.
“Don’t tease me anymore.” Her voice is stronger, more confident. “I want you to lick my pussy until I cum.”
“I love a woman who knows what she wants.” Within seconds I've got her thong off her and around her feet. I squat beneath her, holding on to her ass as I press my mouth into her pussy.
She moans as my tongue runs between her lips, tasting her wetness. I press my tongue hard and flat against her clit, sending a shudder through her body. I press her legs wide apart, grab her ass, pull her into my face, and thrust my tongue into her wet core.
I alternate licking her lips, her clit, and fucking her with my tongue as her moans become more urgent. I hold her weight up with my hands as her legs start shaking. I can hear her breathing becoming more ragged, and she tightens her grip on my hair. She's close now.
Her wetness drips down my chin as I feel her body tensing against the oncoming orgasm. I slick my tongue up her folds, flick her clit and form a seal around it with my lips and suck hard.
“Oh, God!” She shoves out her hips, pressing her pussy flat against my face. I flick my tong
ue rapidly over her clit as I suck on it until I feel her drop all her weight onto my hands. She lets out a loud groan. “Oh, God. I’m cumming!”
I release my hold on her clit and lick back down to her entrance, right before thrusting my tongue inside her to taste her orgasm as she shudders over my face. Her body spasms hard, and she whimpers. I gently let her body down to the hardwood floor, and she leans heavily into me. I hold her, stroking her arms, watching her pale form shudder with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She looks up at me, her eyes hazy with pleasure, eyelids fluttering, pupils unable to focus. She shifts toward me and presses her lips against mine, tasting herself on my lips. “I didn’t think you could make me cum without putting your fingers in me.”
I’m mesmerized by her. I watch as her full breasts lower and rise as she tries to catch her breath. Her own wetness is now glistening on her lips, and I can't wait to kiss her again. “You asked me to eat your pussy and make you cum. You'll have to ask for my fingers if you want them inside you.”
She shudders out a light laugh. “You’re amazing, Gio.”
“Did you wear that lingerie for me? And get waxed?”
She looks at me with a small grin on her face, and nods.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.” I press my palm against her breast and rub her nipple with my thumb.
I didn’t think it was possible in this moment, but she blushes again. God, I love how fucking shy she is. She let me strip her naked and eat her out in front of the window, but she’s still blushing at a compliment.
“Do you know what I want you to do next?” I take her nipple between my fingers and tug on it lightly, eliciting a gasp.
“I think so.” Her voice is still nervous, but the haze is gone from her eyes and her pupils are focused. She’s mine now.
I stand up before her and pull off my shirt. I see her eyes raking over my body, lustily drinking me in. “Stand up,” I command her.
She braces herself against the floor, and pulls herself up on shaky legs.