by Six, Nicola
"Not this young," Nicola muttered, as Chris pulled her to her feet after Greg gave him a thumbs up.
Blurred Lines was bopping from the speakers and Nicola relaxed when she saw that Chris was an excellent dancer, and quite cute, and tall. This could be fun, she decided. It's just a dance, after all.
Three songs later, Chris left her to go to the men's room and Nicola returned to the bar, laughing and flushed. She stopped short when she saw the back of a short red dress and blond hair. Perry was talking to Greg. Nicola looked around, wildly searching. He's here somewhere, he has to be.
The blond head turned and caught sight of Nicola. Perry wore a sparkling red mask to match her dress, which showed all of her curves and beautiful legs. A glittering black necklace dipped into her ample cleavage. Greg sat before her, visibly entranced.
"Nic, how are you?" Perry called. She lifted her hand and one of the bartenders pressed a glass of wine into it and ducked away, as if she was a queen. In a way, she was. Where's the king, I'd like to know, Nicola thought, walking quickly over to greet her hostess.
"I was just telling Greg you all picked a good night to come out," Perry said, smiling. If she was feeling any of the nervous awkwardness that was consuming Nicola, she didn't show it.
"Yes," Nicola said, "Jack emailed us to let us know about it." As soon as the words came out of her mouth she realized that it might not be protocol for Jack to be emailing her, in Perry's mind. But again, Perry simply nodded and smiled.
Greg stood. "Well, I think maybe we'll take a walk around. Take in some sights. Where will you be, later? I'd love a dance."
"I'll find you," Perry cooed, tilting her head and reaching up for a light kiss. Nicola almost fell over when Greg naturally planted one right on her waiting lips. Perry gave Nicola a finger wave and moved on to talk to other people.
Greg took Nicola's arm. "Let's check out the back rooms," he said. "I'm in the mood to get in the mood, if you know what I mean."
Nicola laughed, relaxing. Yes, she thought. So am I.
The halls were almost as busy as the dance floor. They made their way through the dark, weaving through people who stood watching through windows in the doors, or who were grinding against each other in the hallways. Nicola was growing tingly everywhere. They stopped at one room and peered through the window in the door. A naked man was lying on the bed with a woman between his thighs. She sucked his cock as another woman straddled his face so he could lick her pussy. She writhed on his tongue. Greg moved up behind Nicola and pressed against her. She felt his cock press against her ass. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the next window.
One window had drawn a crowd. They approached the glowing square, providing the only light for the shadowed viewers in the dark hallway. The crowd parted a bit to let them have a look.
Nicola felt a rush of desire flooding her pussy. There were several people in this room. One woman was on her hands and knees on the bed as a man took her roughly from behind, pounding into her as she sucked another naked man's cock who knelt before her. He had her hair in his hands, and he was pulling her head up and down and moaning. Another couple on the bed were watching this and masturbating. Then the woman pushed the man down and straddled him, taking his cock inside of her and riding it roughly.
Greg pulled Nicola away from the window after watching for several minutes, and the crowd quickly filled in to take their place. He dragged her into a shadowy corner and kissed her hard and long. He pressed against her, kneading her ass with both hands and she felt his chest heaving. He broke away and raised an eyebrow, his breathing still heavy. "What do you say we go back to the bar and try to meet people?"
Nicola nodded. She was ready for this.
They made their way out of the halls and emerged into the cavernous club. The lights on the dance floor were pulsing and swirling, matching their sexual energy. They started across the floor toward the bar again but Chris cut them off and caught Nicola by the hand. "Come dance, Nicky! Dude, mind if I steal your wife away, again?"
Greg opened his mouth to say something when suddenly someone else took her other hand and pulled her away from Chris. Startled, she whirled around and nearly bumped into a hard, broad chest. Her hand remained for a moment where it had landed, right on Jack's stomach. The she pulled it away and stepped back.
Chris gave a little bow of defeat and disappeared into the crowd. Nicola stared up at Jack, unable to breath. He was even more stunning than she remembered. His jaw flexed as his full lips smiled down at her. She searched his eyes through his dark mask. He wore a simple black, button down shirt, half unbuttoned, showing off his muscular physique. The bottom of the shirt was tucked into black jeans that showcased his thighs and his -
"Nic, are you okay?" Jack asked, patting her shoulder like a child and reaching around her to shake hands with Greg, who seemed flattered and giddy at having the owner of the club show them such attention.
"Yes, of course," she stammered. What was going on, here? "How are you?"
He smiled wider. "I'm well, well enough. Have you seen Perry? Greg, I think she was looking for you."
Greg puffed with pride. "That's cool, I wonder where she is?" He turned around to search the club with his eyes, eagerly.
Jack turned back to Nicola. "How about joining me for a drink?" He asked, leaning into her so she could hear him over the music. She breathed in his scent and felt her knees grow wobbly.
"Greg," Jack called. "We'll be in my office. I see Perry over by the second bar."
Greg nodded and took off. Nicola watched him go before Jack took her by the arms and stared into her eyes. "We need to talk," he said, his tone becoming less sensual and more commanding.
Jack gripped her hand and nearly dragged her past the bar area and through a door that led to a set of stairs in the back of the club. At the top of the stairs was a balcony area that stretched the length of the dance floor. At one end was a heavy-looking ebony door that Jack opened with a key and pulled her through. He closed the door behind them and she looked around her in awe. They were in an office the size of a studio apartment, complete with a granite-topped bar to one side with four dark stools, luxurious gray carpeting that she felt her heels sinking into, and an ornate crystal chandelier overhead. Jack reached for a control panel on the wall and lowered the lighting.
A giant desk in shining espresso sat to one side of the office, and black leather sofas were in the middle of the vast room, with an espresso coffee table between them. Jack motioned for Nicola to have a seat there, and he strode to the bar and plucked a bottle of Dom Perignon from the fridge behind it. "Champagne?" He asked, his voice clipped, all business.
"Yes, please." Nicola tried to calm herself. She watched him briskly take two glasses from a shelf, pop the cork and pour. Then he pulled off his mask and tossed it aside. Nicola couldn't get over those eyes. The color, his lashes...They were prettier than any woman's. He set down the bottle.
"Take off your mask. We're not at the party anymore."
"You say that as if we're not about to return to it," she snapped, suddenly annoyed. Don't tell me what to do. She carefully removed her mask and smoothed out her hair.
He gazed at her. His eyes softened. "I hope we're not going to any time soon," he said. She drew in a shaky breath as he moved from behind the bar and walked toward her.
He handed her champagne and sat down on the opposite couch. She stared at him levelly. Her nerve had returned, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"What's going on?" she asked.
Jack ran a hand through his dark hair and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "You tell me. You left my party rather abruptly, I would say."
Nicola took a sip of bubbly, liquid courage. "You're telling me I left abruptly? You left me in that bedroom rather abruptly, wouldn't you agree?"
Jack suddenly dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. It was buzzing. He glanced at it and tossed it onto the table. His thick lashes lowered over his eyes. "Maybe I did. It just...
wasn't what it should have been."
Nicola felt sick. "I thought it was amazing," she said, her voice coming out barely above a whisper.
Jack was suddenly on his feet. He paced to the back of the sofa and then back again, and across to where she was sitting. He dropped down next to her. "That's not what I meant," he said, quietly. "I meant, afterward, that was supposed to be all. On to the next one. The usual routine." His hand moved to touch her arm with his fingertips. "But that was anything but usual. It was quite unusual, in fact."
Nicola felt herself inch closer to him. She stared into his eyes, searching for laughter or lies. Did he think she was a toy? Did he think she could be teased, or manipulated by a few romantic words? This was not the game he had laid out. This was something else.
"You're right," he said, as if reading her thoughts. He fell back and laced his hands behind his head. "This is not the way the game is played. That's why I left the way I did. I wanted to stay with you all night, in that bed. I wanted to hear all your stories. I wanted to find out what you like to eat at three in the morning after three more orgasms. I wanted to get into your head and look around. It's not supposed to be like that."
Nicola felt a pull in the energy between them. She fought to keep her breathing steady, and began to give in to the pull, moving closer to Jack on the couch. He remained facing forward, but his eyes closed. She reached to unbutton a few more of his shirt buttons and ran her hand inside, over his thick chest. His lips parted slightly and she heard him let out a sigh. Trembling, she removed her hand. "I think I need to find out if Greg is looking for me," she said.
Jack opened his eyes and turned toward her. He leaned in and brushed a light kiss across her lips, his forehead pressing into hers. "Don't bother," he whispered. "Perry sent a text. They're with another couple and getting ready to go to a private room on this floor. They'll stop in on their way to see if we want to join them."
Nicola pulled back, stunned. She stood, and Jack looked up at her, a bemused smile twitching his lips. "Nic?" He asked, innocently.
"This is all part of the game, isn't it?" She demanded. She grabbed her champagne glass and stomped over the bar. "You don't have to lie, Jack," she said, angrily. "I know it's a game, and it's supposed to be all for fun, blah, blah, blah."
"I'm not lying."
She opened her mouth to retort when the door suddenly swung open and a giggling Perry came through, with Greg and another masked couple on their heels. "Hey!" Perry squealed. "We're on our way to the blue room, but figured we'd stop in and see if you all wanted to join us? Ooh, champagne. Anyone want some champagne?" She looked back at her guests, questioningly. The new couple declined.
Greg pulled off his mask and walked over to Nicola and kissed her quickly. "I'll take a glass to go," he said. Perry nodded and flitted behind the bar to pour him one.
"Coming with us?" Greg asked, smiling. His dimples made him look so boyish, one would never guess he was about to go to some blue room for an orgy.
Nicola shook her head. "I'll see you downstairs later," she said, searching his face for a reaction. But Perry pressed a glass of champagne into his hand and jerked her head toward the door, throwing Nicola a wink, and his only reaction was to smile wider and lean in to quickly kiss Nicola goodbye. So this is it, this is the way the game is played, she thought. Anything goes. But what do they presume Jack and I are going to do?
After the door closed behind the foursome, Nicola slowly turned toward the couch. Jack was lying back against the leather, his hands in his pockets, his lashes lowered again, and his smile gone, replaced by a smoldering look of intent.
Nicola drew in a breath and squared her shoulders. She walked slowly toward where Jack was seated. His gaze traveled down her body and back up again, resting on her face, meeting her gaze. Nicola stopped in front of him.
Jack didn't move or look away. She couldn't get over how gorgeous he was, and how much she wanted to slide her hands under his shirt again. She needed to feel his body again. Moving closer, Nicola knelt on the floor in front of him. He moved to the edge of the couch and reached for her, pulling her up into him until he was nearly lying on the couch with her lying on top of him. He felt amazing. He slipped his arm around her and in a swift motion turned them both over so that she was lying on the couch and he was gazing down at her. With his free hand he pushed her hair out of her face and then his head inclined and his lips were on hers, soft and exploring, his hand stroking her hair and he murmured "I have missed these lips..." before he kissed her harder, his tongue in her mouth sending tingling waves of need running through her. She lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips and pulled him into her, feeling his hard cock grind against her through his pants.
She reached to unbutton the rest of his shirt and push it off of his shoulders. For a moment, she just lay back and allowed herself to be dazzled by the view of his naked upper body. He was perfect. Hard muscles and broad shoulders and he was leaning in to kiss her again. Then he pulled away and pushed himself to his feet.
"Come here," he said, pulling her to her feet. She stood unsteadily. His hand ran over her back and sides until he found the concealed side sipper to her dress and he yanked it down and lifted her dress up over her head. Her arms raised to accommodate his action, and he tossed the dress aside and grasped her wrists in one hand, keep them lifted above her head, staring hungrily at her body. His free hand ran down her arms and slid over her chest to find her breasts, and then he released her and both hands caressed her there, as he kissed her neck and her lips again. Her desire was becoming too much to contain. She wrapped one leg around his waist to pull him against her again, and he picked up her other leg so that he was holding her, off the ground, in his strong arms. He ground into her, and she felt him growing bigger, and harder.
"Desk," he muttered, his breathing labored. He carried her, still holding her tightly against him, and the movement made her even hotter. He set her down so that she was sitting on the edge of the desk and then he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to his ankles, followed by his black boxer briefs. His huge cock sprang free and was almost fully erect. Nicola drew in a sharp breath. She wanted to take it in her mouth and control him for a while. But that was not to be.
Jack leaned over her. He ran his hands over her breasts again, squeezing them and playing with her nipples until she moaned. He half smiled and slowly took her panties between his fingers and pulled them down, freeing her. He worked them off of her, leaving her strappy heels on. Then he began kissing his way back up her legs, until he was running his tongue with pressure along the insides of her thighs, making her pussy ache with need. "Jack...Please..."
"Shh..." he whispered. Then his tongue slipped inside her folds and she cried out as he tortured her with light, wet circles, before exploring and caressing her folds with more force, and the pleasure was so intense it made her thrash on the table, moaning out loud. He sucked her clit and went back to flicking and swirling until she was on the edge and gasping.
He stood, suddenly, and pulled her off of the table. He pushed her gently to the floor and turned her around until she was on all fours. He leaned over her, his chest against her back and gathered her hair in his hand, pulling her head up and back.
"Are you mine?" he breathed into her ear.
Shocked, Nicola froze. "I..."
He pulled her hair back with more force, until she couldn't move her head. "Tell me you're mine, Nicola. I want to hear you say it." His free hand slid between her legs and began massaging her clit.
"I'm yours," she moaned, every stroke of his fingers sending hot waves of ecstasy through her. She felt the head of his cock push into her and stop. She tried to buck backward onto it, but Jack held her firmly.
He released her hair and she fell forward onto her elbows. He pulled her back up to a crawling position and rammed his cock into her hard and fast, causing her to cry out. He filled her completely, and pulled out and deep into her again, and again, until the pleasure was almost too muc
h to bear. It built quickly, but before she could go over the edge, he stopped again and pulled out of her completely.
"What are you doing?" she cried.
He hopped to his feet and walked around the desk, taking a condom from one of the drawers. He walked around the desk and ripped it open, and, smirking as she watched, hungrily, slowly rolled it on. He held his dick in his hand for a moment and Nicola nearly drooled.
He moved to the couch. "Come here," he commanded. "I want to look at you while you cum all over me." He leaned against the couch and pulled her to him. Nicola eagerly straddled him and he positioned his cock so that she could slide down on it. Jack's strong hands gripped her hips, helping her move up and down on him, and he began to groan, softly, his face shining with sweat.
Nicola watched the ecstasy on his face, his lips parted, his head turning from side to side as she rode his thick length. She arched her back, throwing her head back and he bucked his hips as she moved, massaging her G-spot and sending sparks through her as her orgasm reached its peak. Jack wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest as she climaxed, pressing her face into his neck and breathing him in as she shuddered, waves of intense pleasure coursing through her.
Jack flipped her over and laid her on the rug so that he could enter her again from behind. As he thrust in and out of her, he emitted sensual moans of pleasure, and Nicola cried out as she came again with him. He collapsed onto her and she felt his chest heaving against her back. She reached up and dug her hands into his hair, pulling his head to her shoulder. He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear before pulling out of her and turning her to face him. His eyes were soft and desiring. His lips curved into a sleepy, sensual smile.
They lay on the floor, and held each other's gaze. Nicola could still feel the aftershocks of ecstasy. Then Jack pushed himself up and stood. "Come," he said, holding out his hand to help Nicola to her feet.
"I just did," she said, grinning. "Several times!"