by Serena Grey
“His partner?”
Amy nodded. “The guy who runs this place. He’s the one with experience running nightclubs. His old nightclub went bust and Jason helped him start this one.” She shrugged. “Jason is the money guy, and he supplied the name, obviously.”
“Obviously.” Wild, like him. Being here, with the loud music and thrumming beat, I felt like a wild thing.
“Come on, sit.” Amy patted the space next to her on the padded leather horseshoe seats. I joined her and almost immediately, someone came to take our drink orders. Before the beverages even arrived, Colin and Amy had become so engrossed in each other that I started to feel like a third wheel.
I wondered where Jason was.
My drink arrived and I downed it then got up. “I think I’m going to go down and dance.”
“What?” Amy said from inside the crook of Colin’s arm.”
“I’m going down to dance.”
“Okay.” She gave me a big wink, making me laugh as I remembered our conversation from earlier, then, armed with my tiny purse, I went down to the dance floor.
I loved dancing and needed to let off some steam. I was drowning under the pressure of need, and though I didn’t know if dancing would help or make it worse, I wanted to give it a try.
Two steps onto the dance floor, some guy was whispering in my ear. “Hey babe.”
I smiled lightly and turned to face him. He was handsome, and in such good shape that I found myself wondering if he was a professional dancer or fitness trainer.
“Dance with me?” He gave me a charming grin, and just then the music changed to a sweet and sexy Latin pop song. He grinned and held out his hands. “Fate, right?”
“I guess.” I was laughing as I took his hands and let him twirl me around. He caught me around my waist and we rolled our hips together to the beat.
“Girl, you’re really something,” he said in my ear.
“I’m just here to dance.”
He laughed. “Well you might change your mind about that.”
We danced a few more songs then he asked if I wanted a drink. When I said no, he excused himself and left. I kept dancing, enjoying myself. After a few more partners, I was almost exhausted, and then the song changed to a slow one.
That’s when I felt his hands on my waist.
How did I know it was him? Because I’d know his touch anywhere. His hands were made to touch me, to make me feel heat and explosive need and uncontainable desire.
He turned me around so I was facing him. His hair was smooth and slicked back, and a dark sweater barely concealed the wide expanse of his chest. He looked dark and beautiful, the sex god of my fantasies. I realized then that I’d been waiting for him. All night, I’d been waiting for only him.
“Hi Jason.”
“Hello Daphne.” His voice was like a growl.
I swallowed then rested my hands on his shoulders, moving them slowly downward until I could feel the tense muscles of his arms beneath my palms. “Where have you been?” I asked.
“Watching you.”
My whole body felt tense and warm. His hands tightened around my waist, bringing me closer to him. I could feel my nipples grazing his chest, and it was driving me mad.
“You look especially fuckable tonight,” he whispered in my ear.
“Hmm.” The sound was almost a moan. “I don’t even know what that means.”
His hands moved from my waist to my hips and my pussy clenched.
“I think you know exactly what it means.” His fingers flexed, trailing heat on my skin and slightly bunching the material of my dress. “Were you thinking of me when you chose this dress?” he said slowly. “Were you thinking of how little of it there is? How much I’d want to rip it off you?”
I swallowed. I was going to orgasm right there on the dance floor if he kept talking.
He pulled me close against him so I could feel the length of his cock, rigid, pressing against the front of my thigh. My nose filled with his scent. My breasts pressed against his chest, aching to be touched. “I’ve thought of nothing else but you for two weeks, Daphne.” He was whispering the words in my ear, his breath fanning my neck. I inclined my head to the side, wanting to hear more, to feel more. “What have you done to me?” he said.
“What have you done to me?” I replied, aroused beyond reason.
The song continued, and his hands felt like sweet fire on my skin. I imagined his fingers sliding under my hem, between my legs, pushing my panties aside, touching me, stroking me…
“Let’s get out of here,” I urged, suddenly unconcerned with anything else but the release I needed from him—as soon as possible.
I didn’t need to ask twice. He led me off the dance floor, through a door, and into a corridor where another door led to a parking lot.
“Wait…” I paused at the outer door. “Don’t you have, like, an office here or something?” I was desperate. I didn’t want to wait, didn’t think I’d be able to wait through a ride to his apartment or wherever he thought we were going.
His voice was rough. “My place is better, and it’s not far, I promise.”
He’d already called for his car, and relief flooded me when it arrived in seconds. He opened the passenger door and my body brushed his as I slid inside the cool interior. I was one spark away from an explosion. I watched him slide into the driver’s seat and gun the engine. He drove as if he needed that methodical focus on the wheel, the roads…anything but me. I understood that. If he’d so much as looked at me, I’d have lost the little control I had left.
In a few minutes, we rolled into the underground parking lot of a multistory apartment building, and I was out of the car as soon as he parked. His eyes met mine briefly as he walked around the car to take my hand, and need tightened in my stomach. His fingers interlocked with mine as I fought the urge to kiss him again then he led me in the direction of the elevator.
Inside, we faced each other from opposite sides of the small enclosure. His eyes told me everything he wanted to do to me, and I was sure he saw the same in mine.
“You think there’s a camera in here?” I asked.
He laughed. “Right now, I’m not sure I care.”
“Ah.” I drew in a short breath and wet my lips.
Jason let out a groan and closed the space between us. As his lips claimed mine, he lifted me off my feet and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My back touched the wall just as his fingers found me, pushing my panties aside to stroke the heat between my legs.
Sweet Jesus!
His touch was everything I’d anticipated and more. I moaned into his mouth, nearly losing it when he slid his fingers inside me. My pussy clenched around the sweet probe of his fingers, hungry for more.
The elevator bell rang as if from far away. The doors slid open and Jason strode through the short, carpeted corridor, stopping to unlock his door then walking through a room that barely registered in my mind because he was still kissing me.
He opened another door, walked to the middle of the room, and then released me and let me fall lengthwise on a wide, soft bed. I hardly had time to collect myself before he drew me to the edge of the mattress, spreading my knees far apart as he lowered his head between my thighs, licking, sucking, eating me out like he was starving, like his life depended on it.
I came immediately, screaming his name as an explosion of pleasure ripped through me. It had been so long, and I wanted him so much that his tongue was all I needed. My body jerked and clenched, and yet he didn’t stop. His tongue pushed into me and took everything as I quaked and convulsed, and cry after cry tore from my throat.
When my body stilled, he raised his head, a boyish smile on his lips as he cupped my butt in a slow caress, one finger still gently stroking between my legs. “You wouldn’t believe how much time I’ve spent imagining how sweet your cunt would taste.”
I closed my eyes, still limp from pleasure, aroused to the point of senselessness by his words, his hands, his body…
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br /> When I opened my eyes again, he was lowering his head to kiss the still quivering flesh of my thighs. “Take off your clothes,” I said.
He ignored me, instead tugging my panties down over my legs and tossing them on the floor. He fingered my pussy again. “So wet.” There was wonder in his voice. He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over my clit, making my whole body clench.
“Jason,” I whispered weakly.
He pushed my dress up over my belly then my chest. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so when he pushed the hem toward my neck, my breasts spilled out, naked, my nipples swollen and tight.
“Fuck.” His voice was hoarse. “Fuck…you’re a feast, Daphne, a fucking feast.”
He lowered his head, covering one nipple with his mouth. He licked and sucked first one breast then the other while I squirmed and got close to coming again. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped and pushed my dress over my head.
“I wanted to get you naked the first time I laid eyes on you.”
My toes curled and I slid my fingers into his hair, running them through the thick strands. “And now I’m here. When are you going to fuck me?”
His chest rose then he stood up. His clothes came off quickly, revealing every inch of his beautiful body. I watched him pull a condom over the length of his cock and I spread my legs, wanting him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
He knelt between my legs, spreading them wider before guiding himself to where I needed him most and pushing slowly into me.
My body clenched around him, luxuriating in the feeling, in the delicious way he filled me. He gripped my legs and raised them up to his shoulders, leaving me open for him to plunge to the deepest recesses of my body.
It had never felt so good before—never. He filled every space within me, and every single thrust brought me indescribable pleasure. His body was made to fuck, and he knew how to use it.
In a few moments, I was coming again, hard and loud. He didn’t stop moving, fucking me even as pleasure ripped my body apart. His chest was tight and hard, his muscles bunched as a sheen of sweat covered his skin. His breath came deep and intense as he took me to sweet orgasm again and again and again.
I was screaming and moaning, incoherent with pleasure as I said his name over and over, and he was relentless. I felt another orgasm building and I clutched the sheets. His body tightened as he prepared to let go, and his hips thrust faster. A wave of raw heat and pleasure flooded between my legs, spreading through my body.
“Daphne.” My name tore from his lips and I moaned in reply, helpless as his body tightened and he thrust deep inside me. A visceral scream ripped from my throat just as he cried out and climaxed.
Afterward, he dropped my legs and came to rest on my stomach, his head lying on my breasts for a few moments before he got up to get rid of the condom. I watched him toss it in the trash, my eyes heavy as I admired his beautiful naked body. I felt languid and sated. He came back to join me on the bed, and I slid my fingers over his firm chest.
He smiled. “I knew it was going to be like this,” he said. “You and me.”
I laughed. “Now you’re clairvoyant as well as a great fuck?”
He chuckled. “Look who’s still sassy.” He cupped my breast, flicking the nipple with his tongue. “By morning,” he promised, “all you’ll be is exhausted.”
Arousal tightened between my legs again. This was gearing up to be the best night of my life.
Chapter Six
Jason was right—by morning, I was exhausted, pleasantly sore, and reeling from the memories of more orgasms than I could count.
A sweet shudder of remembered pleasure coursed through me as I opened my eyes. Jason had been like a machine. There was no part of his bed, no piece of furniture that didn’t carry a memory of all the different ways we’d fucked, all in one night.
“Hey beautiful.”
He was standing at the door wearing grey sweatpants that hung on his hips, watching me with an indecipherable expression. Looking at him, it was hard to imagine anything more mouthwateringly sexy.
Still, I wondered if perhaps I’d overstayed my welcome. It was still a hookup, after all, no matter how intense or pleasurable it had turned out to be.
“Hey…” My voice was slightly hoarse from all the screaming I’d done throughout the night. I sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. I was still naked, and I saw his gaze flick to my breasts.
“Last night was…great,” I said awkwardly.
He chuckled. “I had to make it worth the wait,” he said. “How long did you say it had been?”
I was suddenly shy, which was ridiculous given everything we’d already done together. “One year, give or take a few weeks.”
An eyebrow went up. “Impressive.” He paused. “Come on to the kitchen. I ordered breakfast.” My face betrayed my surprise and his brow went up again. “What?” he said. “I have to feed you after last night. It’s only decent.” He handed me a folded t-shirt from the top of the dresser. “You can put this on, or you know…don’t.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going to walk around your apartment completely naked.”
“Bummer.” He watched me put the top on then surprised me with a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.”
After he left, I went to the bathroom, cleaned up a bit, and used the new toothbrush he’d considerately placed on the sink. In the mirror, I saw my hair was a wild, tangled mess, my eyes still looked glazed, and my skin positively glowed.
I grinned at my reflection. I felt pretty fucking good.
Back in the bedroom, I picked up my phone from the bedside table and checked my messages. I’d sent Amy a text sometime during the night to let her know I’d left the club and wouldn’t be coming home.
Who told you that dress would make things happen? she’d replied. Me!
Now, I sent a tongue-out emoji in reply. I tried not to wonder what she would think if she knew I was with her brother. As much as I cared for her as my friend and roommate, I knew my being with Jason was ultimately none of her business.
However, there was no point thinking about all that after just one night. Sure, I was still with him and it was morning, but after today, who knew what would happen. People had sex and went back to being strangers or casual friends every single day.
I found my way to the kitchen, following the delicious aroma of fresh coffee. Jason was standing beside the island, sipping from a mug and running a finger over the screen of his phone. I remembered all the delicious things those fingers had done to me during the night and my breath caught.
He ran his eyes lazily over my face and body, coming to a stop where the hem of the t-shirt skimmed the tops of my thighs.
I wet my lips; it was crazy that he didn’t even have to touch me. He only had to give me one look and I was already on the verge of desperate arousal.
“Smells good,” I said, my eyes not leaving him.
He stopped eye-fucking me long enough to turn toward the spread on the kitchen table. I followed his gaze to French toast, rolls, bacon, eggs, and a pot of coffee. “Yeah,” he agreed, his hungry gaze coming to rest on me again. He closed his eyes and shook his head as if to dispel the same kind of erotic images that were plaguing me. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s eat.”
There was something sweetly domestic about having breakfast with him, alternating between comfortable silences and simple conversation.
“You don’t work on weekends, do you?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Do you?”
“Sometimes.” He shrugged. “Not today though.” He paused. “So usually you spend the day at home?”
“Yeah. I sleep, shop online…and I read for pleasure. I get to read books I actually choose to read.” I smiled.
“I have books here,” he said softly.
I was quiet. “Are you asking me…”
“To stay through the weekend?” He nodded. “Would you?”
His eyes
held mine and I saw a world of sexual desire in their grey depths. I sighed. I knew I should say no. This man, this sex…it had the potential to become addictive, and I needed to get back on the celibacy wagon as soon as I could.
Instead, I smiled slowly and gave him a look from beneath my lashes. “I might.”
He chuckled. “I promised something along the lines of making you forget everyone else you’d ever had,” he said. “I think I need more time, a day at least.”
He didn’t though. There had never been anyone like him, or any night like last night. I sucked in my lower lip. “What do you have in mind?”
His grin was lazy and confident. “Why don’t I show you?” He stood and came over to my chair, giving me a view of the hard muscles of his chest, the flat board of his stomach, and the hard V of muscle that tapered down into the waistband of his pants. I wanted to lick his skin all over, but I let him lift me to my feet. He cradled the back of my skull with one hand, and my head fell back as he took my lips, invading me with his tongue.
He tasted like coffee and sweetness. I twined my fingers in his hair and kissed him deeper. He made a sound in the back of his throat and his free hand found its way under my t-shirt to cup my wet pussy. He groaned and tore his mouth from mine. “I knew you’d be wet for me,” he said huskily.
I didn’t reply. Our eyes held as he rubbed my clit, his fingers moving in slow circles. My legs fell apart as arousal flooded my body.
He smiled and dropped to his knees, his hands going around my naked hips. He drew a chair close and lifted one of my legs, placing it on top so I was exposed to him, anticipating, but not for long. In no time his lips were on me, kissing me down there with a skill that drove me to the edge of madness.
I gripped the edge of the table. My knees were buckling and I knew I was going to come any moment. I moaned his name, panting as he worked me with his tongue. My fingers dug into his hair, frantic. I was going to explode.
He stopped just as I was about to come, and as quick as lightning, he was on his feet, pulling down his pants and positioning himself at my entrance. I gripped the table harder as he hooked my raised leg around his waist and drove inside me.