“Why not?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows and pushing against the door with his hand. “No one uses it, except on Ladies Night. We’ll be perfectly private. I just need a few minutes.”
“That doesn’t sound very promising,” Jessie said, hesitating.
“Come on,” he said and lifted her until she was on face level with him. She placed her arms around his neck and nodded her assent, kissing the spot on his eyebrow that was bisected by the scar. He shivered in response. “You won’t be sorry, I promise.” He kissed her surprised lips and carried her into the bathroom.
The Ladies Room at the Kitty-Kat Club was actually more of an old-fashioned retiring room. It was huge, for one thing, and featured a lounging area where ladies could rest their feet and sit for a while on dark red, satin lounges. There was also a large mirrored vanity inside the entrance that would rival any beauty parlor. This was where Duncan carried Jessie after clicking the lock on the door. He set her down on the marble vanity and just looked her in the eyes for a few seconds. She gazed back at him and smiled, raising her hand to trace his lips and cheekbones.
“Man, would you look at this place. Is this why women are always taking off to the bathroom in pairs? It’s nicer in here than outside,” he said to her playfully. Duncan placed his hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs gently, stepping between them and pressing himself against her softness. He groaned and did it again; it felt so good. Wanting to increase the friction a bit he reached behind him and lifted her thighs around his hips with both hands. She gasped at the way this new position rubbed her against his hardness and locked her ankles together, pressing him into her.
“What? You don’t think coming in here in pairs is a good idea?” Jessie asked, reaching up to bring his mouth down to hers.
“Well, I’m definitely all for it,” he whispered against her lips. He kissed her until she was senseless, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and kneading her velvet-clad buttocks with both hands while flexing his hips against her in a slow, maddening rhythm.
He pulled away for a second and tugged his jacket off. Jessie used the opportunity to run her hands over his chest, trailing her fingers slowly downward, over the waistband of his jeans and lower, touching his penis through his dark jeans. He was so hard for her. She cupped him and listened to his breathing become even more labored.
“Do you like that?” She asked boldly, intoxicated on wine and his warm, clean scent. She traced him through the denim and watched his face become tight with strain.
“I love it, but that’s not why we’re here,” he said, pulling away even further, Duncan picked her up off the vanity counter and set her down on her feet, turning her to face the mirror. He loomed darkly behind her with his hands on her shoulders and she felt a little thrill pass through her. What did he have planned exactly? They didn’t have much time, and he said he wanted to make her first time special. Was this special? Well, it was different, but not really special.
Duncan watched Jessie in the mirror. She looked confused, but not even a little bit frightened. He kissed the back of her neck and watched her eyes close in response. He could see her nipples standing out from her breasts, waiting for his attention, but he didn’t touch them. He couldn’t touch them and remain in control. Instead he ran his hand down the length of her body and watched her soft pink lips part.
Gently, he pulled her shirt from the waistband of her jeans and revealed her abdomen. He held her shirt out of the way with his left hand and ran his palm over her smooth, white stomach, admiring the way her pearly skin looked in the dim light against his tan fingers.
He ran his tongue over the shell of her ear and whispered hotly, “Jessie,” he said, tugging her bare lobe into his mouth. “Open your eyes. I want you to see this.” Jessie opened her eyes a slit and watched Duncan place his palm low on her abdomen. He slowly trailed his fingers down until he was cupping her between her legs and began pressing gently with the heel of his hand while softly circling below with his fingers. Jessie groaned and pressed back against him, grinding her bottom against his hardness.
Duncan stopped and caught her eyes in the mirror. They were glazed with desire and he fought the impulse to just finish it right there, thrusting himself against her full bottom until he came in his jeans like a teenager. That’s what he wanted, but it wasn’t why he’d brought her in here. He wanted her to know that she belonged to him and for that to happen he had to do this right.
With agonizing slowness, he undid the top button of her jeans and pulled the zipper down. Jessie watched, mesmerized as he trailed his large fingers over the opening of her jeans, just caressing the smooth exposed skin for several long seconds. When she couldn’t watch anymore she closed her eyes again and felt him slip his huge hand inside her jeans and lacy black underwear.
Jessie felt languid and heavy, like every nerve ending in her body had somehow migrated to between her legs. The alien feeling of his hand there should have been scary, intrusive, but instead it felt just right, incredible even. Her legs were slightly unsteady so she angled forward and placed her hands on the vanity to support some of her weight. This new position made it possible for Duncan to move his hardness closer to her heat and she felt him there, pressing against her from behind while boldly caressing her with his hand from the front.
Duncan groaned against her ear and burrowed his hand deeper between her legs. “Jessie, you’re so wet for me,” he said hoarsely as he parted her and pressed deeply inside with two blunt fingers.
His words, combined with the exciting thrust of his fingers set off a wave of sensation through Jessie. She’d been aware of the moisture pooling between her thighs ever since he’d pressed his hips against her, but she hadn’t expected him to comment on it. She felt embarrassed to have her body’s response to him acknowledged, but hearing the approving tone in his voice made her squirm in reaction. Turnabout is fair play, she thought to herself, and pushed her buttocks against his straining erection. “And you’re so hard for me,” she said in a throaty purr, rubbing against him again.
Duncan nearly choked. That voice combined with the feeling of her undulating against him while he had his hand buried in her damp panties was almost enough to make him explode. He went perfectly still and took a few sustaining breaths.
“Duncan, what’s wrong?” Jessie asked, concerned and more than a little frustrated that that disturbing thrusting motion of his fingers had stopped.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he said, easing his fingers out of her jeans and shifting away from her slightly. Jessie watched him, puzzled as he took her hand and led her to one of the chaise lounges a few feet away. He sat down and turned her to face him, so she was standing between his spread thighs. He leaned forward and kissed her bare stomach. Jessie held the blouse out of the way with her hands and watched his dark head move over her skin. He kissed her lower, his tongue and lips brushing the exposed V of skin revealed by her open zipper.
He reached behind her and squeezed her buttocks as he kissed lower, breathing hotly against her through velvet and lace. His hands eased upward and then he began to tug her jeans down her hips as he circled her navel with his tongue.
Jessie couldn’t believe he was doing this. Was he really going to sit there fully clothed while she stood with her bottom bare to the world? Apparently he was. Duncan was easing her jeans and black thong panties down her legs, following their path with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Finally, he couldn’t reach any further and Jessie kicked them off.
“God, Jessie, you are so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over her bare thighs and looking up into her eyes.
Jessie didn’t know how to respond. She felt terribly self-conscious with her entire lower half exposed to his gaze, but it was also wildly exciting. The look in his eyes told her that he couldn’t see any of the flaws that were so obvious to her. “Thanks,” she said quietly, reaching out to brush his hair out of his eyes with one hand. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, but I don’t think I can stand much longer.
I feel like my legs are going to give out.”
“We can’t have that,” he said and patted the chaise beside him. Jessie sat down gingerly, unsure what he was going to do next.
“Lean back,” he said, pushing gently on her chest. He followed her down and kissed her sweetly. She tried to put her arms around his neck, but he placed them over her head, so they were dangling over the arm of the chaise. She watched him, puzzled as he moved down to the other end.
“Jessie,” he said, his eyes bright with excitement, “I want you to spread your legs for me.”
She hesitated. Did she really want to sit there so exposed to him? She was so wet it was embarrassing.
“Please, I’m asking you to trust me again,” he said. There was no reproach in his voice, so Jessie did as he requested. She opened her legs slightly and closed her eyes. “That’s it,” he said and ran his hands down her inner thighs, stopping only when he reached her pubic mound. He combed his fingers through the hair there for a second and then smoothed his hands back up her legs.
When he reached her knees he pressed gently outward, spreading her legs even further until she was completely open to his gaze. He could see all of her and she was beautiful. The ginger colored hair at the apex of her thighs was silky soft and he leaned down to breath warmly on her curls. Jessie’s hips shifted restlessly in response and she made a soft mewling sound.
Duncan shifted around until he was kneeling on the floor with his broad shoulders between her satiny, white thighs. Slowly, he kissed his way up her leg until his mouth was nuzzling her inner thigh. He went a bit further and pressed his lips to her curls, and heard her gasp his name.
“Duncan, what are you doing?” she said, raising her head to look down at him.
“I’m making love to you,” he said, smiling up at her from between her legs.
“No, you’re not. You’re making me crazy.”
“Just lie back and relax. I want to make this sweet for you.”
Jessie lay back, but covered her face with her arms. Her voice was muffled when she said, “I don’t know if I can. This is kind of embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not. Every inch of you is gorgeous. I can’t wait to taste you here.” With that he parted her with his thumbs and pressed his mouth against her, exploring her with his tongue.
Jessie couldn’t believe how intensely her body reacted. The sensation of his warm breath and silky tongue against her was electric. She wanted to wrap her thighs around his dark head and hold him to her forever. When he grazed his tongue over a certain spot her hips jerked of their own accord.
Duncan was overcome by the taste and sweet, musky smell of her. He reached behind him and placed her legs over his shoulders so he could get closer to her. She didn’t even seem to notice that he’d moved her. She was that pliant under his hands.
Vaguely, Duncan became aware that Jessie still had her high-heeled sandals on and he could feel her dig them into his back as he burrowed his tongue deeply inside her. The slight pain was almost welcome because it distracted him momentarily from his urge to rip open his jeans and plunge himself into her luscious body.
He could feel Jessie’s entire body becoming tight, coiling with tension. She was close. He lifted his head for a second and whispered, “Let go, Jessie. I want to hear you.” That was all it took, she shook in response as he circled that tiny bud high between her legs with his lips and finally flicked his tongue against it.
Jessie exploded. She heard a moan tear from her throat and warm heat rush through her body. Her toes curled and flexed as a wave of pure ecstasy swept through her.
When it was finally over, she was panting. Duncan was soothing her with his hands and looking up at her in awe. “That was incredible,” he whispered, kissing her stomach. “I felt it. It was like you were vibrating.”
Jessie covered her face with her arms again. This was so humiliating. She wondered if everyone outside had heard her scream at the end. “Duncan, can I get up now?” She said from beneath her arms.
“No, you can’t. Not until you tell me you liked it.”
“I loved it, but now I’m mortified.”
“Why are you mortified? I thought girls liked to lie around and cuddle and talk about their feelings afterward.” He gave her a teasing grin and eased back from her, gently lowering her legs from his shoulders. Jessie watched him wince as he moved.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, sitting up slowly and covering her lower body with her hands. “Did you hurt yourself? Pull something?”
“What am I? Ninety? No, I didn’t hurt myself. You hurt myself.” He said teasingly, and reached down to find her jeans. He unfurled them and pulled the legs back inside right. Fishing out her tiny lace panties, he dangled them in front of her eyes for a second before grinning wickedly as he tucked them into the pocket of his jeans.
“What do you mean? And what are you doing with my panties?” She asked urgently, carefully holding her jeans against her as she pushed against his shoulder to make him turn around. There was a spot of blood on his shirt low down on his back. “Oh my God. You’re bleeding. This just keeps getting worse and worse,” she said, pulling at the tail of his shirt so she could see how bad the damage was. It was minor, just a scratch.
“I’m keeping your panties as a souvenir of my first and best experience in a Ladies Room. You’ll have to come to my place to redeem them, and as for my back. It’s nothing. I didn’t even feel it.” He eased his back away from her and smoothed her hair away from her brow with his hand, leaning forward to kiss her on the nose. “And what do you mean, ‘it keeps getting worse and worse.’ You said you loved it.” His voice lost its teasing tone as he asked, “Didn’t you?”
Jessie set her feet down and began snaking her feet into the legs of her jeans. She wanted to reassure him, but she was too wrapped up in her own confused feelings to worry about his right now. “Of course I did. Jeez, I thought I was the insecure one. Didn’t you hear me scream there at the end? Probably everyone heard it. I’m just embarrassed because I’ve scarred you for life.” She stood up, facing away from him, and began wriggling her hips to slide the jeans over her generous bottom.
“Jess, have mercy. Quit jiggling around like that or I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next.” Jessie looked around to see him staring at her bottom. “Has anyone ever told you that you have the most fantastic, curvy, mouth-watering ass in the world.” He said, reaching out and cupping one cheek with his hand.
“You’re kidding, right? It’s totally out of proportion with the rest of me. It’s also why I don’t usually wear pants. Jamie talked me into these. They’re hers.” Jessie turned around and finished buttoning her fly. She felt slightly less embarrassed with her clothes back on, though the lack of panties was a bit hard to get used to. Especially against her sensitive, newly awakened flesh.
Duncan caressed her buttocks again and looked up at her. “No, I’m not kidding. I’m dead serious. Never wear jeans again around me unless you want to end up flat on your back as fast as I can manage it. Which will be pretty damn fast, believe me.” A thrill went through Jessie at his possessive tone and she moved forward until she was standing between his thighs again.
“I’ll be sure to go out and buy some of my own jeans, first thing tomorrow morning.”
Duncan growled and was just about to pull her down in his lap when they heard a tapping at the bathroom door. They froze and looked at each other like deer caught in headlights. “Oh shit,” Duncan whispered, looking at his large silver watch. “Jessie, it’s almost ten. We’ve been in here almost an hour.” Jessie angled the watch toward her and covered her mouth in shock.
“Jessie? Are you okay?” Jamie’s worried voice carried through the door.
“I’m fine,” Jessie called, giving Duncan a desperate look. “We were just talking.”
“Yeah, well, I walked by here about fifteen minutes ago and I didn’t hear a lot of talking going on. Moaning maybe, but very little talking.” Jamie knocked a
bit louder as Jessie covered her face in humiliation. “Jess, tell your detective that Terri-Lynne finally came, and her keeper is with her. She’ll be on stage in five minutes.” They both heard the sound of Jamie’s heels tapping as she retreated from the door.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God…” Jessie said as she tucked her shirt in and looked around urgently for Duncan’s jacket. She spotted it by the door and picked it up. This was awful. How could she have done this in such a public place? Nice girls didn’t have sex in strip club bathrooms, did they? Worst of all, nice girls didn’t mutilate their partner’s backs while having sex in strip club bathrooms. She practically threw Duncan’s jacket at him and rushed for the door, yanking on it, and grunting in frustration when it wouldn’t open.
Duncan walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Jess, what’s wrong? Why are you trying to break down that door from the inside?” He flicked the lock and leaned forward to press a soothing kiss against the back of her neck.
Jessie pressed her forehead against the door and took some deep breaths. “Everything is wrong. We just had sex, well kind of had sex, in a public bathroom, with my sister in the next room. Not to mention a bunch of strangers probably listening in.”
Duncan wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Jess, I’m sorry. This was my fault. I just saw you with that guy and all I could think about was making you mine. I thought if I could show you how good it could be between us, you wouldn’t want someone else. It’s stupid, I know. But guys are like that.”
“You were jealous? Of Phabio?” Jessie almost laughed. It was so ridiculous.
“Phabio? Is that the pirate king’s name? Yes, I was kind of jealous. I should have known that this was the wrong place to do this. That you’d be embarrassed. But I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Uh, why didn’t we, uh, go all the way then?” Jessie asked, turning in his arms to look up at him.
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