by Vivien Vale
Knots form in the pit of my stomach as I realize I'm now alone with this guy. He's so tall and imposing I wonder how I'll keep my wits about me.
"So Claire, what are your ideas for the campaign?" he asks so brazenly.
"Well, sir, I certainly can't reveal them to you. You're the enemy."
"Am I?" His eyes light up with fire.
"You own Dignity Creative, right?"
"Ah, so you've also heard of me?"
"I make it my mission to know everything about my business, including potential threats," I say, mirroring his previous response.
His eyes are dancing. "Is that right? Well, then you should certainly know me. We're gonna win Velvet Luxe, you'll see."
God, his arrogance is infuriating. At the same time, just being in his charismatic presence is making me weak at the knees.
I find myself staring at his mouth, at his lush, full lips and wondering what they would feel like pressed against my own.
"Liam, I think you underestimate me," I say, staring directly into his eyes.
What Liam doesn't know about me is that I'm a fighter. I'm scrappy and I make it my mission to beat corporate suits like him. He represents everything I'm not.
"I've heard about your abilities," he says.
"You have? Well, that's a nice compliment," I say, knowing he's just fed me a line. "I am more into the creative side of things than into business."
"Is that why you're struggling?"
His question makes me flush red with anger.
"What are you talking about? What have you heard?"
The nerve of him to bring up my precarious financial position on our very first meeting is unbelievable. His cockiness is starting to really annoy me.
"I can't even believe you just said that," I say, turning to leave.
He grabs my arm and with the touch comes a sense of heat that radiates between us. I want him bad, despite his arrogance and the way he's treating me.
Maybe his egotism is turning me on. I don't know. I suddenly feel very confused and dizzy, like I need air.
"Let go of me," I exclaim, pulling my arm away.
"Come on, stay. I'm sorry. Just stay with me and we can talk about it. Let me take you to the VIP area where it's quieter."
I turn around and study him, trying to judge his position. I know his type. Cocky, bad boy, used to one-night stands. I don't know what he thinks he'll get from me, but it won't be that.
"Please," he says, his eyes imploring.
In the end, I can't resist.
"Okay,” I begin, “maybe just for one drink."
He takes my hand and leads me through the club to the VIP area. I text Charlotte on the way and tell her to meet me there. There's no reason I should enjoy the exclusive perks alone.
She's there before we are and Liam leads both of us in. It's definitely nicer on this side of the velvet rope. But I care less about the money than I do about the man.
He introduces us to his friends and Charlotte takes an instant liking to one of them. He takes her upstairs to the VIP balcony while Liam and I tuck into a low-lit booth.
"I'm sorry I said that about your company," he says with sincerity.
"My finances are none of your business," I snap, brows furrowed.
"I know." He sighs heavily. "It's just that I want to know everything there is to know about you."
I look up at him. "Why?"
He pours us both some vodka over ice and twists a lemon into it.
"Because I think you're gorgeous," he says. "And I think you know it."
I say nothing while sipping the cold liquid. At least it’s something to take the edge off in this heated encounter.
"Well, I'm not your type," I say.
"Why is that? Is gorgeous not my type?"
"I'm not some bimbo you can fuck tonight and then forget all about the next morning," I say wryly.
My words seem to have taken him aback.
"I could never forget about you," he says. "Not for one moment."
He leans in close and I can smell his musky cologne. Every part of him is sexy and yet I know I shouldn't go there. His magnetic appeal is just too good. I know this is how he scores tons of women and I fear I might become his next victim.
Liam
Her blonde curls fall gently down her exposed back.
Her blue eyes light up at my every word as though she's hanging onto them, onto me.
I'm drinking in every second I have to spend with this ingénue.
She's smart and fiery and yet, there is this vulnerability that lies just beneath the surface. It fills me with lust and makes me want to uncover her secrets.
"Claire, you know you've been on my mind ever since I saw you at that meeting."
She looks at me with wide eyes. "You have?"
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I want you to be mine," I say.
I'm willing to let her believe that I'm all in if it means I can taste her tonight. In truth, I don't know how far this will go. I'm not a one-woman kind of guy, but I can't tell her that because she'll run away.
She sips her vodka and looks at me thoughtfully before saying, "Liam, I know that was just a pick-up line. I'm not like the other girls that you fuck. I actually have a brain and, if I decide to do anything with you tonight, it will be willingly, knowing that I am not the only one in your life. Your reputation precedes you."
I'm blown away by her honesty. She certainly has my number. There's no getting around by this girl, and that's incredibly tantalizing.
"Do you talk this way to all your dates?" I ask.
"Correction, you're not my date. My date is Charlotte and she's flirting with one of your friends upstairs."
Her confidence makes me want her more. I run my forefinger along her arm and up her shoulders. I feel her shudder beneath my touch. I feel her goose bumps underneath my fingertip.
I know she wants me. All women do. The thing with Claire is...I want her equally as much.
"Why don't you come dance with me?" I ask.
Normally I don't hit the dance floor with anybody. But with Claire, I will do anything to feel her body pressed up against my own. I want her to feel the way she makes my cock hard. I want her to feel the length of my shaft beneath my pants.
"Okay," she says as she takes a final swig of vodka.
I help her out of the booth like the gentleman I am and soon, she's following me onto the dance floor. The DJ's pretty good and I'm glad he's setting the tone for what is going to be my first true encounter with Claire.
As soon as we’re mixed in with all the people, I take the opportunity to plant a swift, soft kiss on her lips. She tastes so good. And her perfume is fruity and floral, with a mix of something that's intoxicating.
My kiss caught her off guard. She pulls away from me, but I hold her firmly in my arms. She’s not going anywhere.
I place my knee between her legs and, to my delight, she starts to grind against me, swaying in tune with the music.
The world fades and we're in our own world. All I can see is this angel, this woman who has awakened something within me.
She's looking at me like she wonders if I could be true to her. I'm looking at her like I want to consume her.
The night is just getting started. My hands graze the sides of her stomach up to her pert breasts.
She lets me caress her.
I look at her with a steely gaze, determined to make her see that we're destined to be together, if only for this one night.
Fuck the lingerie campaign. Fuck the fact that she's my competition…For now it's just us.
I kiss her neck, down to her décolleté. I pull her close so that we can feel each other breathing.
She puts her hand on my cock and it throbs beneath her fingers. Pure lust seems to overwhelm her as she takes in my length.
I'm every woman's fantasy, especially when they realize I have a twelve-inch cock that will take them to new heights of pleasure. I hope Claire realizes that, fo
r tonight, she can have my cock.
I envision sliding it inside her and the idea is enough to make me pull her away from the dance floor to a shadowy corner.
I press her up against the wall and say, "This dress is too short. You're just asking for it."
Again, rebellion clouds her eyes. "What am I asking for Liam? I barely know you, after all."
I kiss her deep and hard. I make sure she knows the force of my desire.
"When I'm done with you, you'll have known a real man for once," I breathe into her mouth.
She pulls away but I call her bluff. I put my arms up against her body, caging her. She can’t escape. I kiss her and graze my hands along her thighs until I reach her sweet spot.
The small scrap of fabric that's covering her pussy is not hard to get past. I know the truth that she's aching for me, because her thong is already sopping wet.
I move it to the side and plunge two fingers inside of her. She gasps and I cover the sound with a kiss. No one can hear us.
My fingers probe and push their way around her pussy until I find that one special place, her G-spot, where I will make her come and pass out from the pleasure. That's always the goal.
I circle it and press against it while she's screaming into my mouth.
"Good girl, just come for me baby."
I love to dominate her and to tell her what to do. She better get used to it.
Her body is vibrating and my own cock has never been harder. I take it out and slide it along her pussy, but I don't enter. This is just to show her what's to come.
I'm fingering her G-spot hard, her wetness making it easier to slide my cock between her pussy lips. She's going wild with the sensation and soon, she comes. I feel the gush of hot liquid against my shaft.
She breathes raggedly against me and I pull my fingers out and put my cock away.
"Fuck, Liam. You are such a tease.”
"I'll have you begging for it by the end of the night. I need to hear you say how badly you want me, understand?"
She nods and I feel like I've already won.
I pull her out of the shadows and back towards the VIP area where she meets her friend.
"Where were you guys?" Charlotte asks.
"Oh, just on the dance floor," Claire says.
"Well, I think I might leave.” Charlotte turns to her friend. “Are you coming or going?"
"She's gonna stay," I suddenly say. "I'll give her a ride home in my limousine and I promise to keep her safe."
Charlotte eyes me before giving Claire some nonverbal signal. Satisfied, she finally says, "See you guys later."
She is gone and frankly, I'm not shocked that Claire wants to stay with me. No one can resist my manhood. Besides, I just made her come in a darkened corner of the room.
She wants more and so do I.
Claire
Liam’s charm is incomparable to any other man I’ve encountered. His suave, confident demeanor precedes him, and I can’t truly decide if it’s something I enjoy or fear.
As Charlotte leaves the club, I find myself alone with Liam. The man I’ve just met that has me coming in the corner of the club. I can’t help but want more from him.
I scout the immediate area, and see a door labeled “powder room”. I guess this is as good as anywhere to satiate one’s desires in a club. Realistically, any place we would be that’s private is only semi-private.
But right now, I don’t care about that. What’s important is that I have that cock in me in some way, shape, or form. I know what I want and I’m not remotely afraid to go and get it.
I look in either direction. With my arm hooked around Liam, I lead us to the powder room. I lock the door behind us.
“Well, well. I suppose you’ve decided you want to get the full Liam Alton experience,” he says. He has such a smug look on his face. I can’t tell if I want to punch him and tell him never mind, or if I want to just grab his face and kiss him. Maybe both.
Live and in-person, I choose the latter. His kiss tastes sweet and slightly of alcohol. I never knew a mixture of those flavors could be incredibly enjoyable. As my tongue is in his mouth, I push my leg against his crotch and feel his girthy cock through his pants.
I’m instantly dripping wet. I’ll admit I don’t want to feed this fucker’s ego, but I can’t deny the blind lust I have for his cock.
I fight with his pants for the zipper and tear it down when I find it. My fingers unfasten the button on his pants, and I tug at the waist and yank them down.
I run my hand up his chest and feel every defined abdominal and pectoral muscles along the way. This man is built like a fucking Greek god.
I drop to my knees and stare down his solid black boxer briefs, outlining his monstrous cock. I grab onto the elastic and take a deep breath before pulling them down, uncaging the beast.
In front of me is a cock that has to be a foot long. My first thoughts are, right, this has to fit inside me. I don’t know if it will. I never had anything this big.
I swallow hard and tell myself that I just have to spit a lot and I’ll be fine. I could slide this is in.
I take Liam’s cock to my mouth. My tongue flicks against the head of his cock and I curl my lips over my teeth as he slides into my mouth.
In a slow, gentle rhythm, I bob my head on him, conjuring up as much saliva as I can. With the excess spit on his cock’s shaft, I take my hand and start pumping it along his cock, in tandem with my mouth. I figure I’d need both to give him the maximum experience.
Liam moans as his entire cock is entertained between my mouth and my hand.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Just like that. Mmmmph,” he says in low growls. My other hand creeps up to his balls and massages them as I work his cock. “Shit, Claire. God, yes.”
His precum leaks out onto my tongue. I swirl it against the head of his cock. I pull my hand off his cock’s shaft and push him to the back of my throat.
He brings his hand to the back of my head and pushes my face further against his cock. I let his cock slide into my throat, and I bob my head back and forth, letting it fuck my throat.
He starts thrusting his cock against my face, humping me until his cock is throbbing hard and swelling more in my throat. He grunts and growls as his pelvis slams against my lips and nose.
I can’t help but let my hand slither down to my pussy. I start rubbing my clit in circles as he fucks my face. I remind myself that we’re in the powder room of a very busy club. Someone could walk in literally any second and see that we’re in the middle of getting our freak on. However, I can’t get my body to care about that right now.
Liam’s thrusts slow for a moment, and as I begin to think he’s going to pull out, his cum gushes into my mouth and my throat. At the same time, my clit has me high with orgasmic pleasure.
I push his cock out from my throat and ease it into my mouth so his cum hits my tongue. I lap at the cum as it shoots in spurts into my mouth. He pulls out when he finishes.
As I come down from my own orgasm, I swirl his cum in my mouth. I stick my tongue out for a moment, playfully showing off for him. He strokes my hair with his fingers and smiles down at me.
I bring myself back up to my feet. I bring my hands to either side of Liam’s face and pull him to me and kiss him hard, cum still filling my mouth. I shove my tongue into his mouth and force his cum to follow.
We trade his creamy liquid between our mouths in a long, steamy kiss. He pushes it back into my mouth one last time and I happily swallow the cum-saliva mixture.
I smile at him, my thighs hot from sheer desire for his cock. Without missing a beat, Liam spins me around and forces me against the counter. I stare at him in the mirror, situating his cock against the entrance to my pussy.
Just as I expect him to slide in, he slides downward, rubbing the shaft of his cock against my pussy lips, getting it all lubed up with my own juices while teasing the fuck out of me. It makes me moan and arch my back. I love feeling his cock against my cunt and I feel my hear
t racing as I anticipate him sliding into me.
The tip rests right on my hole, and before he can push in, I push my ass out further, sliding his cock into me. He thrusts in immediately, and I weaken with delight.
A cock this big has never graced me before, but I’m over the fucking moon about it already. Liam thrusts in and out. With each pump, I push my ass out to take him in deeper.
I look forward, and see him behind me in the mirror. I watch his face, seeing his eyes roll back as he fucks me. Watching the pleasure in his expression is incredibly exhilarating.
I look at myself too, seeing my tits tossed about as he pumps hard into me. Seeing myself getting fucked is so satisfying. There’s so much raw sexual attraction between us and I can’t get enough of his cock.
His cock pushes hard against my G-spot as he fucks me, and I moan loud. If this weren’t a club with such loud music and such a busy atmosphere, I’m certain we’d be heard and would be caught in the act.
Good thing it’s so crazy, I feel no remorse squealing and moaning as loud as I want as he plows me here in the powder room.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy!” exclaims Liam. I look up at his face again and see that he’s been staring at my expressions too. Fucking hot.
“Fuck me harder!” I command. “I want to feel your cock as deep as it can go!”
Liam is not one to disappoint. He grabs my hips and slams his cock into me. Grinding his pelvis against me once he’s inside, he moves his massive cock around in my pussy, hitting sensations I don’t normally get to experience while I fuck.
I feel myself getting close to the edge. My toes are curling in my shoes, I’m gripping my fingers against the granite countertop, and I’m biting my lip hard. It’s been a while since I had an orgasm this good and I can’t help but ride with it.
Liam is grunting and panting behind me, exerting all the force he can into his thrusts. I can tell he’s getting close too.
I take in a deep breath, and as I do, my entire body starts tingling and my pussy muscles tighten around Liam’s cock.
“I’m going to come!” I scream out to Liam. I plant my feet as best I can on the floor, but they immediately curl right back up at the thrust that drives me into climax.