by P. G. Van
Piya gratefully took the sparkling drink he offered and gulped down half of it. It tasted exotic, but it wasn’t alcoholic. It seemed to soothe her nervousness as it made its way into her quivering belly.
“Relax,” he said, smoothly reaching for her bare foot that was tucked under her. He pulled one foot at a time toward him to rest her stretched out legs on his thighs. She slid her back slightly lower letting her body ease. There was something about the way the man treated her that made her want to do whatever he wanted her to do.
His palm circled her foot while the rough pad of his thumb circled on the arch triggering something else from deep within. She clenched her stomach when she started to feel the thrills of pleasure building inside her in reaction to the gentle pressure he was applying on her foot. Her eyes rolled shut, her head tilted to the side for support and her muscles writhed under her tingling skin. She was nearly disgusted with the reaction her body was having to a simple touch.
She moaned inadvertently making her eyes shoot open to look at the surprised expression on his face. She saw the wicked turn at the corner of his mouth, and she knew she was laying herself on a platter for him to relish.
He knew instantly when she moaned. He looked at the way her chest heaved, the way her lips parted, and he continued to rub his thumb on the center of her foot, increasing the pressure with each rub. He savored on her reaction as he put his able fingers to work. He leaned forward to take his lips to her big toe and planted a light kiss, increasing the pressure with his fingers on her heel and sole.
She was lost in a sea of sensations as she lay on the couch and felt his lips on her big toe as he compressed every pressure point on her foot sending heat through her veins. It felt like the air she was breathing was induced with a potent drug that took her high to wake up every one of her senses.
His touch was commanding, as he pressed deeper in to her instep making her folds clench in search of a release.
“Tell me what you want,” he asked, roughly.
“I…” her words dove back into her throat when he took her big toe into his warm mouth and started sucking on it.
“Fuck!” she cried when the sucking got torturously sweet, blinding her with the intense sensation. She was wet and soaked and her climb was approaching. She let out an inaudible cry when an intense orgasm crashed into her. She panted and gasped for air as he continued to touch and caress her foot and peak after peak hit her until she lost the ability to think coherently.
“I will stop if you don’t tell me what you want,” he grunted bringing his lips to hers with crushing force. She heard his voice, but her brain was in no position to comprehend a simple statement.
She tightened her fingers in his hair welcoming the shock of the situation that was deeply satisfying and knew she couldn’t stop. She opened her mouth and tilted her head giving him better access, a lot more than he demanded, and he took it sliding his tongue past her lips for a cajoling kiss.
He pulled away from her mouth to look at the woman who was full of surprises. He had not met a woman like her and could not believe his luck. He wanted to bury deep into her, but her moans were more seductive than the idea of being cocooned in her sheath.
He knew her juices seeped through her folds and he couldn’t let them go waste; he needed to taste her and suck her dry. He pulled away to go on his knees next to the recliner, spreading her knees apart.
The beast that twitched in his jeans turned rebellious when he saw the telling patch on her light-colored panties.
He looked at her for a long moment. “Tell me what you want.”
The demand shook her out of her daze only slightly. “I—I want you to fuck me.”
“Be more specific.” He pulled her panties down as she held her breath.
“Put your dick in me.” It was a plea.
“Where in you?’
“Here,” she took her fingers to soothe her throbbing clit.
He swatted her hand away. “You don’t get to touch what’s mine for tonight.”
She threw her head back and raised her hips high off the leather sofa as if in invitation.
“Look at me.” His voice cut through her state of bliss.
She opened her eyes to meet dark dangerous eyes that threatened to make her explode. The look in his eyes was unreadable but she did not fail to catch the raw primitive need in them. Her body fluttered at the realization that he wanted her, and he was equally turned on and she had managed to make the guy who seemed to be control of the situation, lose control.
“I want you to look at me,” he ordered before taking his lips to her swollen clit.
She grabbed onto his thick matte of hair when he sucked in her clit between his teeth. He wasn’t looking at her, but she did not dare to avert her eyes from his head. She met his eyes with an equal amount of ferocity when he looked up at her while tracing a fold with the tip of his tongue.
“Remember to breathe,” he hummed before burying deeper into her sheath.
She suppressed her need to yelp by biting down on her lip as he drove into her deepest spot, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Her body pulsated with a deep longing to be filled by him as he twirled his tongue around her nub. He ran his tongue on the inner walls of her lips down below before thrusting his tongue into her pleasure cavity.
“I love it that you are so wet for me.”
Piya moaned unable to respond. She lost control and let her hands drop to the side as he sucked on her entirety as if he wanted to take in every drop of dew that had gathered.
She bucked against his lips when she felt the impending release that was building up to shred her to pieces. Her nerves were raw and her body greedy for more. She dug her fingers in to his scalp and as if that was his cue, he bit down on her flesh making her fall into the abyss of pleasure, never wanting to leave.
Her body was still whirring from the intensity of the orgasm that shook the earth under her when he tugged on her clit with his teeth. “I will make you come until you forget your name and remember only my name.”
The threat in his voice only made her want to forget everything and get lost in the mirage of pleasure. He made her peak to the point where she stopped counting after she imploded eleven times.
“What is my name?” He growled against her mound when she cried out in sheer need as the waves of electricity coursed through her.
“Rajeev,” she whispered, her mind losing track of everything except his name.
He got off the floor to take her quivering lips to his. “I told you, you would remember my name when you need to.”
Chapter 5
Piya’s mind was reeling from the never-ending blast of pleasure through her body as Rajeev settled next to her enjoying the performance. She had never had so many orgasms tornedo through her in such a short period of time. She didn’t think her body was capable of hitting so many peaks the way it did under his expert seduction. Her body lay limp on the comfortable couch as his arm held her to him possessively. She was surprised how safe she felt in his arms, a complete stranger who knew how to make her senses respond to him like never before.
Piya diverted her attention to the activity that continued on the other side of the glass wall. The couple in the center of the stage were kissing on the couch and the woman was sobbing and it didn’t seem like a cry of pain, in spite of how red the skin on her ass cheek burned after being spanked. She wondered if she would enjoy what the woman was experiencing and just at that thought, her folds clenched.
“Is she hurt?” she whispered leaning closer to him.
Rajeev smiled and the next second, she felt a sharp pinch on her waist that made her pool between her legs. “Did that hurt?” She shook her head unable to respond.
Her gasp was lost into his mouth when he sucked her lower lip between his teeth making a dent into the softness.
“Does this hurt or make you want more?” he mumbled against her lips.
“I want more.” It was a plea.
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“What do you want?” he growled running his lips along her jawline.
“I want you to…” she stuttered unable to express her need to be filled. Filled by what seemed like a promising shaft that had dug into her belly earlier that night.
“Say it hotness!”
“Fuck me,” she begged letting the back of her head fall on the headrest.
“Not so fast.”
“When?” She was getting impatient and he was relishing her eagerness. It fueled his desire and enhanced every moment he spent with her. There was a special thrill in bringing the women who only knew the whiteness of vanilla to the dark side.
“I can’t take you here,” Rajeev nipped the skin on her neck. “No sex in the club.”
She groaned making her want it more. It surprised her how much the rebellious thoughts turned her on. “No one will know.”
“Yes, they will,” he chuckled pulling the delicate skin on her neck between his teeth making her cry out.
“Rajeev, I want you.” She was done pleading. “Now.”
“You’re going to make me lose it.”
“I can’t wait anymore.” Piya gritted her teeth feeling her inner muscles throb for a stretch and at that moment she heard the performer cry out in pleasure as she came. It made her want to cry out like the woman on stage did and wanted to experience the pain driven pleasure.
“Let’s get out of here,” he growled pulling away from her. He held her by her hands before pulling her off the couch.
Her chest crashed into his making her senses jerk awake and become aware of how well built his chest was against the softness of her breasts. She grabbed her clutch and adjusted her dress as he led her out of the room.
She smiled at the woman at the front desk who had checked her in earlier that night.
“Ma’am, I need you to fill out your exit form,” the woman declared.
“My what?” she was in a daze and was sure it was something she knew but couldn’t remember.
She stared at the questions on the small screen of the tablet the woman handed to her. The questions seemed to be for the safety of their patrons, especially women who were leaving with a new partner and also to keep the club clear of any liability.
“Do they ask every woman to fill out the questionnaire?” she asked following him in the parking lot.
“Yes, they need to make sure people are safe.”
“What if someone else filled the form for someone else because they were too drunk to do it?” She was intrigued.
“The club will not allow another person to do it and won’t let the person who is too drunk to leave the club.”
“Seriously?”
He nodded.
“How do you know that?” Her question left her lips even before she realized.
He laughed. “I know that, not because I took a drunk girl home but because I own the club.”
“You do?”
“Yes and thank you for your feedback on the red on the wall.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.” Piya looked at Rajeev as he held the passenger door of his SUV open.
“That’s cool. I take it you like the rest of the club.”
“I do,” she smiled getting into the passenger seat.
She clipped on her seatbelt and fisted her fingers as she waited for Rajeev to walk around to the driver’s side.
“Where are we going?” She asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“Where do you want to go? We can go to my place.”
“Umm... I can’t…” She trusted him to be a good guy but she wasn’t ready to bring him to her apartment.
As soon as the words rolled off her lips, Rajeev let his free hand stroke her thigh, his fingers moving toward her throbbing clit while riding her dress up. She gasped when he dipped his fingers into her drunken sheath, his fingertips leisurely tracing every fold.
“What if I touched you till we get there?” He grunted turning on the engine.
“It’s not safe,” she murmured her eyes rolling into the back of her head with the intensity of the moment.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Please, don’t.” She held his hand in place hungry for his touch.
“Put the car in drive and I promise to drive you nuts.” His voice held confidence and a threat to destroy her. She could only imagine being at the receiving end of his sexual wrath and she couldn’t wait. It was liberating to be with Rajeev, it was like he knew what she wanted, and she loved to beg him. The look on his face when she pleaded for more was mind blowing.
She put the engine in drive of the automatic SUV, as he caressed her wetness and placed her feet on the dash of the car spreading herself wide for him. Every move she made felt so involuntary like she had no control on her mind and body.
“I can’t wait…” he growled making the engine roar through the empty streets.
He continued to stroke her clit drawing circles around it until she was reaching for another climax. Every muscle in her body felt sore from the memory of the seismic experience she had earlier that night when his tongue played with her clit.
He stopped at a red light and she bucked against his fingers, wanting more, and he plunged his fingers into her depths making her gasp. He rammed his fingers into her making her want to rip her own hair apart. His fingers plunged in deeper and built up a rhythm as if he was giving her a preview of what it would be like when he fills her.
“Let go,” he ordered as the seconds counted down from seven at the traffic light.
She was close but there was no way she was going to grab on to her release before the light turns green.
She moaned unable to tell him she was close to a shattering orgasm, but she didn’t have the time and the very next moment she swore she saw fireworks in front of her eyes when she felt his teeth dent into her breast over her dress making her gut out her juices.
Her chest heaved as he took his fingers glistening with her cum and rolled them on his tongue. “You are so fucking tasty.”
She felt the mini orgasms ripple through her as he started to drive.
Chapter 6
Piya was under a fucking spell and the night was a dream. She couldn’t convince herself it wasn’t a dream and it was her who was about to pull the zipper on his jeans down while he was in the driver’s seat, driving.
“Piya, we are only a few minutes away.” Rajeev groaned when she pulled his throbbing monster out of his boxers, but she was past the stage of listening and reasoning.
She saw the tip shine with moisture and knew she was the reason for it; she owned every bit of it and deserved to taste the last drop of the moisture.
His shaft begged her to circle it with her pillow lips, suck the living lights out of it and when she twirled her tongue on the tip, it sent a jolt of need through his body. The shy, innocent and fragile woman had turned into a sex goddess threatening to make him lose control. His balls tightened, ready for her assault. She let her warm juices coat his velvety skin as she took him in deeper.
He groaned deeply grabbing her hair with one hand.
“Fuck!” He threw his head back to keep his eyes on the road and gripped her hair harder.
She couldn’t deny that she was enjoying the deep thrust she felt in the back of her throat. She took him in as deep as she could and wrapped her fingers around him to create an extension of her mouth. She sucked on him while her tongue hungrily twirled around him until she felt him grip her hair making her painfully wet again. She knew he was close and wanted him to explode inside her, so she could taste every bit of him, every bit of desire he had for her.
He growled, almost in warning, but she continued her assault wanting all of him to spew all over her insides. A moment later he dug his fingertips into her scalp.
She felt the warmth explode in her mouth, her ears ringing from the vibration, and she gulped him up feeling the pleasure of taking him over the edge, rocking her body.
He let go of her hair slightly
as she licked him like he was her favorite flavor. “You’re in so much trouble.”
“It was just payback.” She leaned back in her seat wiping the edge of her mouth with the back of her hand and just by glancing her way made him hard again.
Her unruly hair framed her beautifully glowing face, her red lipstick was gone putting her baby pink lips on display. He preferred the woman who sat next to him than the woman who walked into the club earlier that night. He never expected her to be as bold as she was a few minutes ago when he laid eyes on her.
They rode in silence, the air between then humming with the sexual tension. Piya wasn’t prepared for a night like this, heck she had never dreamt of anything like it. A night of apprehension and inhibitions turned into a reckless night setting her libido free.
She slowly turned to look at the man who set her entirety on fire like never before and caught the clenched jaw. It was as if he was having a hard time breathing. She lowered her eyes to the area her mouth had been to find his shaft tenting his boxers. She had pulled his boxers over the beast when she was done, and it was telling that he was ready for her again.
She reached out to touch him, soothe the ache but he caught her hand before it reached his hardness.
“My dick is going directly into your juicy pussy,” he growled, his fingers digging into her wrist.
“I want you to fuck me now,” she purred enjoying the way his breath hitched.
Rajeev did not respond as he turned into a private driveway. His fingers drummed the wheel as he waited for the automatic metal gate to slide open. He drove past the gate and stopped in a car port.
Piya sat frozen in her seat, the reality of the night sinking into her. She was at a man’s house for a hook up for the first time in her life and something she had thought was shameful in the past, felt liberating. She was finally doing what her heart told her to and not rationalize her behavior every time.
He turned the engine off and unclicked her seat belt shaking her out of the haze. She heard the low grunt before he pulled her off her seat and on to his lap making her squeal in surprise. His lips burnt into her skin while his hands roamed her body.