Tempt The Playboy

by Natasha Madison

  By the time I’m showered and shaved, I take in my outfit. “Yup, this makes a statement all right.” It consists of a pair of white lace looser-fitting short shorts with a small, shiny black belt. I’ve paired it with a black tube top. I have omitted the bra because I don’t actually need one. The whole outfit comes together with a seriously sexy pair of black open-toe, lace-up stiletto boots. “Yup, let’s do this,” I tell my reflection as I grab my small clutch, putting my phone in it. I walk out of my room, coming face to face with Lauren, who looks a little scared.

  “Let’s go get us some dick!” She raises her hands in the air, and I can’t help but laugh. Before she can answer me, we hear a honk outside. “CAB’S HERE!” she yells in her best Jersey shore accent.

  We get into the cab and I give him the address to the club we are going to. “Steph’s roommate’s boyfriend’s cousin is the bouncer at this club and she put our name on the list.” I take my phone out of my purse. “We need a selfie,” I tell her, raising my hand in the air and making a duck face. I post it on Instagram with the caption ‘what trouble will we bring tonight?’

  “Don’t post everything on social media, Kay. That is how people get killed.”

  “Okay there, mom.” I put the phone back in my purse.

  As soon as we pull up to the curb, we make it inside in record time thanks to my main guy Nico at the door. Not only does he lead us inside he has someone escort us to a table, or better yet a booth. The booths sit in a section that is a bit higher than the dance floor. You can get to this area by using the set of six stairs leading up here around the dance floor.

  “On the house.” He winks at us as we take in the bottle of Grey Goose chilling.

  “Did you sleep with him?” Lauren asks me.

  I watch his tight ass walk away. “Nope, not yet, but the night is very young,” I say, picking up the bottle and pouring myself some with cranberry juice. I take my phone out and take another selfie, captioning this one with,

  Who runs the world? Girls!

  I drop my phone into my purse. “Lauren, you need to get laid. Get those cobwebs out of the way.”

  She glares at me, then turns around to see if anyone is around. “Can you shut up? People can hear you. On the down low, Kay.”

  “Okay,” I whisper. “I won’t tell anyone that your vagina is dusty. It’ll be our little secret.”

  She takes a shot of vodka, glaring at me. “I hope the guy you go home with tonight has short penis syndrome.”

  I gasp out in shock. “Why would you say that? I haven’t had sex since Noah. I need to get laid, super laid, so laid I forget about him.”

  She takes another shot of vodka.

  “I would slow down there before you pass out on this couch.” I point to the booth we are sitting in.

  Two hours later, we are finally sitting down after dancing our asses off and I’m finally drinking my vodka and cranberry when the Drake song “One Dance” comes on. Lauren stands up, throwing her hair back, putting her hands in the air as she yells how much she loves this song. She grabs me by the hand, and we run back out onto the packed dance floor.

  I watch as Lauren sways her hips to the beat of the song, singing out loud with Drake. My eyes are focusing on the blue eyes that are watching me from the bar. The guy is coming to hold Lauren’s hips and then Austin, the man on a mission to get to Lauren, shows up. It happens so fast I don’t even see him tell the guy to fuck off while he pulls my sister by the hand, walking away, the crowd on the dance floor swallowing them up. I’m about to walk back to my booth when my back is pushed into a rock hard wall or actually chest. I don’t even have to look to know it’s Noah. His smell is all around me. One arm wraps around my waist and the other holds my hip as we sway to the beat. His head dips down to my ear. His breath comes out softly, his voice even softer.

  “You can’t run now, can you?” The words make the hair on my arms rise up, the goose bumps coming out. “I dare you.” There is something about his tone that tells me this is going to end one way and one way only, me underneath him. Naked.

  I push my ass into his cock. I turn my head, tilting it backward, my mouth opening to say something, but stopping the minute his head comes down to meet mine. His tongue invades mine. The taste of bourbon lingers on his tongue, my body awaking for him, my arm rising behind me to drag my hand into his hair, my body then turning into his arms while his hands grip my ass, squeezing and pushing me into him. My hands now around his neck, the kiss goes deeper, our bodies still now. We get knocked to the side, but it doesn’t break us apart. It just makes us hold each other tighter. I’m so lost in the kiss, lost in him, lost in his touch, lost in his taste, lost in the need for him that I don’t notice the songs changing.

  “One question,” he finally says when we come up for air. He starts kissing my cheek, chin, and neck. “Did you drive here?”

  I move my neck to the side, giving him full access to me. “We took an Uber,” I reply right away, my body almost shaking with need.

  He grabs my hand, leading me to the table that Lauren and I were drinking at. He grabs my purse, nodding at the bouncer who is watching the booths. Our fingers entwine with each other’s as if we always hold hands. We are outside the club with him holding his hand up to catch a cab, before I can register what is going on.

  “I have to go back and tell Lauren,” I say as the cab stops and he opens the door.

  “She’s taken care of. Now, Kaleigh, get in the car.”

  I let go of his hand and walk to the door, my hand grazing his hip and then cupping his cock. “I can’t be your friend,” I tell him before I bend to get into the cab.

  “Good,” he says, following me inside and shutting the door, giving the cab driver his address. The light from outside streams into the car, showing his blue eyes are dark and cloudy. “I was through being friends with you anyway.” His voice comes out husky.

  I turn my back to the door. “Is that so?” I ask him, not sure what this means, my heart hammering in my chest, my breath holding itself in. “And why is that?”

  He looks at the cab driver then turns his head to smirk at me. “We are way past being friends. Because I’m about to do very dirty things to you, things that friends don’t do with each other.” He yanks me to his side, leaning down and nipping my lower lip. “Dirty, dirty things.”

  I’m almost ready to beg him in the middle of a cab, but the driver stops right in front of his house. I open the door, getting out while Noah pays the driver. He walks past me as I follow him up the stairs while he unlocks the door. He holds the door open for me. I step in but don’t make it far because he walks in with me, slamming the door behind him. His hands go up to my neck, grabbing my hair and tugging me back, a moan escaping my lips. My back lands on his chest again. His hand leaves my hair, and he’s suddenly all over me. One hand pulls down my top, my breast springing free, my nipples achy with need while his other hand slides into my shorts, his middle finger sliding between my folds, finding me wet with need. My head falls to his shoulder.

  “Yeah, definitely not going to be your friend anymore.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Noah

  Maybe it’s a good thing that this whole thing with Kaleigh has ended. I was losing my touch. I went out running today and I didn’t wink at one single person, not a fucking one. I didn’t even try to see if the woman in front of me was wearing a thong or not. I spent the next day taking another run and rubbing one off in the shower. I look at my hands before I get dressed to make sure I’m not developing calluses with the amount of time I’ve jacked off in the last four fucking days. I look down at my dick. “You need to get out of your funk, man, and wake up,” I say right before I go to my closet, taking out my favorite pair of black jeans. I pair it with a button-down white shirt and throw a gray cardigan on top. I roll up the sleeves to my elbows, making the white shirt fold over. I grab my black boots, finishing the look while I slap on my black Rolex.

  I order an Uber and text Austi
n to be outside in ten minutes. We nod at each other and get into the car, both of us in our own turmoil. We stop by a pub, grabbing some wings and beer while we watch the Yankees on the screen.

  “Where do you want to go tonight?” he says while a commercial comes on.

  I shrug my shoulders, grabbing the beer and taking a long pull. “I don’t care as long as my dick gets some action.” I almost groan, opening up my Instagram app, and there looking back at me is Kaleigh in what looks like sex on two sticks, which are her fucking legs. Jesus, my cock finally sees his target. And she tagged herself at Lights club.

  “Let’s hit up Lights Night Club,” I say, closing off my phone and finishing up my beer. It’s now or fucking never.

  Shaking the doorman’s hand, we make our way over to the corner bar. I’ve spent many nights closing this place down. This is one of the first clubs Austin and John put their names on.

  I lean on the bar, motioning to the bartender with my finger. When he comes to us, I order a bourbon straight up because at that minute I scan the booths and see her. The woman who has broken my dick and put a spell on him. She stands next to Lauren, who is dancing with her hands in the air. I notice right away when Austin finally spots her. He stands straight, draining his bourbon also in one gulp, his eyes never leaving her. We both motion for another shot. We watch as the sisters make their way to the dance floor. I watch Kaleigh sway her hips left and right while one hand goes up and the other stays by her side. A baboon goes up to Lauren and it takes Austin less than a blink of an eye to pounce on her. I make my way through the crowd, standing right behind Kaleigh while Austin drags Lauren off. My hand itches to touch her.

  Now here I am, my two fingers in her pussy, her head on my shoulder. She turns her head to suck on my neck, her ass grinding into me. “Wet.” My fingers fuck her. “I hope you napped today,” I say, pulling out and then pushing all the way to my knuckles. “Because by the time I finish with you, the sun will be coming up.” My cock thrusts, ready to fucking pounce out. My hand feels constricted, so I pull it out of her shorts, bringing my fingers to my mouth and licking them clean. Her eyes open wide. Moving from behind her, I get in front of her, backing her up to the door. “All week, my cock wouldn’t get up,” I tell her as I cup her tits in my hands, rolling the nipples, then twisting them. Her legs open wider. “Only got up when I thought of your mouth, your tits, or that sweet tasting pussy.” I lean down, biting her neck, my tongue coming out to lick the teeth marks that are now there.

  “Yeah,” she breathes out, her hands trying to grab my belt. “Let’s see him so I can tell him I’m going to make it all better.”

  “Not yet,” I tell her, my tongue licking one nipple, twirling it with the tip of my tongue. My hands are holding her hips as I look for a zipper. “You haven’t come on my tongue yet.” I finally find the hidden zipper in the back, unzipping it while she closes her legs, letting the shorts fall to her ankles. She steps one foot out of them, then opens her legs. “Glistening.”

  “Well, my pussy is here,” she says, her hands coming up to grab her nipples as she rolls them herself. “Ready to come.”

  “Fuck,” I hiss out, getting on my knees, blowing at her core. “You are more than ready.” My tongue comes out, licking her up then blowing out on her, her head looking down at me. Our eyes lock. I take another lick, stopping right where her clit is, instead opening her lips and blowing at the pink little nub that is begging to be touched. “This”—I touch her clit with my index finger, moving it from side to side—“this right here, does this need to be kissed or bitten?” I ask, leaning in, kissing it then biting it. “So bitten it is,” I say, biting it again, one hand leaving her nipples while she grabs my head, forcing her pussy onto my face. “You want to ride my tongue?” I say, my tongue coming out, sliding inside her with my fingers at the same time.

  “Noah, if you don’t shut up and start making me cum I might just knock you out and ride your face myself,” she hisses out, her pussy slowly closing in on my tongue.

  I laugh when she starts moving her hips and her hands come down to her pussy, rubbing her clit.

  “Want to help me?” I ask her as my fingers mix with hers, but then my tongue comes out, getting tangled in the fingers. I lean back, watching this little minx trying to pleasure herself. I see her stick two fingers inside of herself, one hand still rolling her nipple, her eyes closed. I can tell she is close, her hands moving faster, her hips thrusting out while she opens her eyes and watches me. Two can play this game. I get up, standing in front of her, her hands slowing down.

  She’s leaning against the door with nothing on but her top that is bunched around her waist and her boots.

  “You know what I really missed this week?” I ask her as I unbutton my jeans, the zipper slowly coming down, the sound echoing in the room. My cock springs free, the tip with pre-cum already oozing from it. So hard. “Sinking my cock into you.” I squeeze the base of my cock, trying to relieve the pressure. “Having you come on my cock.” I move my hand up and down, mimicking her. “Having you squeeze my cum from me.”

  Her hands move faster, so fast her eyes land on my hands that are jacking my cock, the head almost purple it’s so hard.

  “I’m going to come. Are you close?” I say, closing my eyes and tossing my head back. I don’t have time to jack myself one more time because she is bent over, her mouth landing straight on my cock.

  Ass in the air, legs spread, mouth on my cock, her hand in her pussy, taking what she wants and not shy about it. She takes me to the back of her throat and moans out her orgasm, the vibration making me cum down her throat. She swallows me, all of me. Never stopping till I stop thrusting my hips, till my cock plops out of her mouth.

  She stands up, her fingers coming out of her pussy. She lifts them to my mouth. I lick them clean while she tells me, “Couldn’t waste that now, could we?” She winks at me, turning to bend over and grab her shorts.

  The view is too much to pass on, so my hand comes down to meet her perfect ass, hard enough to leave a light pink mark. I don’t know what I expect, maybe for her to stand up, turn her head. What I’m not expecting is for her to just wiggle her ass in the air again, her legs spread even more, her hands landing in front of her. I reach behind me, grabbing my wallet from my pocket, taking the condom out, and ripping it with my teeth. I sheath myself, my cock harder than it was before. I smack her ass again, then rub it slowly. I repeat it with the other side. This time a moan comes out of her. I bend a little to align my cock with her. I rub it through her folds, the heat of her pussy coming through the condom when I line up with her. I enter her in one hard thrust, sending her forward, my hands on her hips squeezing her and keeping her in place. The way she feels on my cock makes me throw my head back and bask in it. Buried to the hilt, I almost don’t want to move, but her pussy squeezes me tight. So I pull out and slam back in so hard my balls hit her wet pussy. She meets my thrust, smashing her ass back into me. I pull out and slam back in, this time my palm hitting her ass. The sting makes her pussy squeeze me tight.

  “Fuck,” I say, repeating the action five times till her ass is bright pink. I start on the other ass cheek and it’s too much because she comes with a loud moan, her head falling forward. I ride out her orgasm before I close my eyes and empty myself in the condom, groaning out the whole way.

  I slowly pull out of her, turning to walk to the kitchen and throw out the condom. By the time I walk back to the door, she is pulling her shorts back up. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I ask her, my voice higher than it should be.

  “Um, I thought we were done.” She smiles at me. “Weren’t we?”

  “Baby, I just scratched the surface.” My cock is semi hard now. “It’s time you rode the horse, don’t you think?”

  She drops the shorts to the floor, also taking the top from around her waist. “I would really love nothing more than to ride your horse. The only question is, will I be a regular cowgirl or shall I reverse it?” She winks
at me as she starts to stroke my cock, which is now ready to join the party.

  We spend the rest of the night doing it on the couch, on my kitchen counter, walking up the stairs, sitting on the stairs, in my shower, on my counter. We finally fall into bed when the birds start chirping outside. She falls asleep face down in a starfish position. I don’t even know when I fall asleep, but I definitely know that when I wake up she isn’t here.

  “Son of a bitch,” I say, getting up and dragging my shorts on. “I swear to God I’m going to get a fucking shock collar for her.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kaleigh

  My eyes blink open slowly, the light from outside being semi blocked out by the shades. I stretch and have this tender pain between my legs. I smile as I think back to last night. We are definitely past the point of being friends. I look over at Noah in all his naked glory. His body is a work of art. He lies with the sheet at his waist, one hand on his stomach while the other is thrown over his head. His cock is outlined perfectly. Fuck, did he ever give me a workout last night. And his cock was always ready for action. Never once did he need to stop and take a break. I challenged him and he didn’t disappoint and neither did his cock.

  I slide off the bed, trying not to disrupt him as I make my way into his bathroom. I open the water, going to the linen closet to grab a towel. I find boxers on a shelf and grab a pair, throwing them on. Once I clean my face, I make my way downstairs. I pick up my clothes that are in a pile at the front door along with his button-down shirt. I put on his shirt, take out my phone from my purse, and order an Uber. My eyes go from my phone screen to the stair leading upstairs.

  Why am I leaving? Why don’t I just go upstairs and tell him I want coffee? Why don’t I go and make him breakfast and serve him in bed? Why don’t I wake him by sucking his cock? The answer to this is I have no fucking clue. My first instinct is to run. I open the door when the app tells me that my driver is waiting outside. I pick up my shoes, carrying them in my hands along with my outfit from last night. I make it home without my phone buzzing. Maybe he is going to wake up and think I had something to do. Maybe I should have left him a note, I say to myself, while the devil on my shoulder puts in her two cents, ‘Maybe you shouldn’t have left.’