by B. J. Harvey
About a year after I’d met Noah, he’d started dating a speech therapist from another hospital, and it was looking promising, so Kate had talked me into going to a hot new club that was the buzz about town, and rumors were swirling that it was an after-hours sex club as well. Despite the rumors, I was intrigued, to say the least. The sound system was advertised as being one of the biggest and best in Chicago, so I was pumped by the time Saturday night rolled around.
We had specifically shopped for slinky, sultry outfits that would get us noticed, and maybe get us a few free drinks. Beyond that, the world was our oyster. Kate had done my hair in large waves, which I then smoothed out on top and secured a pony tail at the nape of my neck, the look was sexy with an air of sophistication. I didn’t want to come across as a high class hooker looking for a new sugar daddy. All I wanted was a great night out with my best friend, and if I happened to find a hot man who would take me home for a night of unbridled, unattached, scorching hot sex, I wouldn’t complain.
As it happened, we waited in line for twenty minutes before the bodyguard ushered us through. We waded through the crowd to the bar, ordering four shots of 1800 Silver Tequila with a lemon drop each. We tossed back the shots and turned away from the bar as we sipped our drinks, checking out the talent.
“This place is kinda hot,” Kate whispered in my ear.
“Yeah, and I think those rooms on the second level could be where all the night time fun must happen.” I couldn’t help but wonder what really happened behind those closed doors. It had always been a fantasy of mine to willingly give up control with a man rather than being forced to, like I had been in the past, but I’d never found the right man to garner that sort of reaction in me.
As I’d looked around the rapidly crowded room, I wasn’t sure that I’d find one in the club that night either. I was bringing my drink away from my alcohol-warmed lips when I spotted a pair of blue eyes staring at me, like they were looking straight through me. I trembled under his gaze and stood there, unable to look away. I suddenly felt the need to look down from him, like a silent submission to his will, so I did. When I looked up again a moment later, he was gone.
Kate had seen my reaction, and was staring at me, mouth wide open in shock. “WHAT was THAT?” she exclaimed.
Shaking my head out of the haze that was Sean Miller, I looked down at my firecracker of a best friend. “I honestly don’t have a fucking clue, but I need to find out,” I replied breathlessly.
“I’ll say, whoa! That was some hard out sexual tension right there, and you haven’t even met! Imagine the heat if you got to know him,” she said excitedly, bouncing on her toes beside me.
“Settle, petal, it’ll never happen. It was just a moment, that’s all,” I say, taking one last look around the room for the mystery man again, but to no avail. “Let’s get some more shots.” I hooked my arm in hers and led Katie back towards the bar.
“Barman, four more shots of 1800, please!” I had to shout into his ear as he leaned over the bar. I remember he looked behind me and nodded in acknowledgement before pouring out the shots and passing us the salt and lemon wedges. I grabbed a twenty out of my purse, but he waved me off. “It’s on the house, babe.” and off he went to serve some other drunken patron.
“What was that all about?” Kate asked.
“I’m not too sure to be honest. Maybe he thinks we’re cute, or he’s thinking we need to get drunk,” I said before leaning into Kate in a full on giggle fit. Kate started laughing too but stopped suddenly, shoving me with her shoulder to get my attention. When I looked back up at her, she was staring at something over my shoulder. I slowly turned around, the room spinning with me as I went, and I saw him.
Mr. Dark and Dangerous.
Mr. Blue Eyes From Across The Room himself. He was dressed in all black; a tailored black pinstripe open-collar shirt, complete with two platinum cuff links at the wrist, black lined slacks that clung to his body like a stripper’s thong would cling to a dollar bill, and freshly-polished black dress shoes. He was definitely Mr. Dom.
Dark and dangerous.
Delicious and domineering.
“Hi,” I managed to get out, my throat tightening up at the sight of him. Even his presence consumed me.
“Hello,” he said. “Enjoying the club, I see.” He had the most amazing smile. It was disarming, thrilling, and spine-tingling, all at the same time.
I was speechless. My ability to speak anything decipherable at that moment was dead and gone. Thankfully, Kate came to my rescue. “Yeah, it’s fantastic. Definitely living up to all the hype, that’s for sure,” she replied cheerfully, leaning forward to shake Mr. Dom’s hand. “I’m Kate, by the way, and this is Mac, or Makenna.” She tilted her head in my direction, snapping me out of my dazzled haze.
“Makenna,” he said in a very deep commanding voice. “I’m Sean Miller. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Holy shit! I could be in a dark room, blindfolded and bound, and climax from his voice alone. You know exactly what I’m talking about. He had a presence; a confidence that was unmatched by any of the other men around him. It was like my body was a homing beacon, and he was my destination.
After staring at each other for a good few minutes, Kate cleared her throat. “I’m going to the ladies. You wanna come too, Mac?” When I looked at her, she arched her eyebrows and tilted her head away from Mr Dom and towards the bathrooms.
“Oh, yeah. Sure, Kate. Nice to meet you, Sir… I mean, Sean,” I say, stumbling through the words. I hadn’t missed the widening of his eyes when I accidentally called him sir. I’ve read enough BDSM romance novels to know what to call a Dom, and this man is definitely as alpha male dominant as you can get.
“I’ll be waiting right here for you, Makenna,” he said smoothly as Kate pulled my arm. As I walked past him, I picked up a hint of the most alluring cologne known to man. It was strong; potent, yet not overpowering, full of suggestion, of desire. I remember my legs almost buckled underneath me as I was suddenly cast under the spell that was Sean.
When we returned from the ladies, there was an equally good looking man standing beside Sean who only had eyes for Kate. She giggled, he smiled, and Kate was done for. She left half an hour later with Ryan. I soon got a text from her.
Kate: I’m going back to Ryan’s. Do you want me to call you a cab, or are you going to be okay?
Mac: What about your 3 date rule? Lol. I’ll be fine. have fun;)
I remember thinking at the time that Kate really needed to get laid, and I was having a grand ol’ time chatting with Sean.
a.k.a. Mr. Dom.
Before too long, he was pulling me to my feet, and taking my mouth hard and fast like he owned me, right there at the bar. Soon after that, we were walking up the stairs towards the second floor, and the VIP rooms with the closed doors that had been calling me all night. That was the night, Sean Miller introduced me to a world of domination, submission, and the earth-shattering orgasms that could be had under his hands and other body parts.
Sean, much the same as Noah, has no problem with my ‘no strings attached’ policy. In fact, he supports it whole heartedly. He’s a corporate attorney who travels a lot for work and doesn’t have the time, propensity, or inclination to partake in a serious monogamous relationship. In fact, Sean and I only see each other when he’s in town, and I have a submissive itch that only he can scratch. It’s almost like the perfect relationship.
Now Zander...
Well, he’s a whole other story. Zander is a male stripper who I met at my friend Sophie’s bachelorette party six months ago. I’d dragged Kate along with me, and low and behold, about an hour into the night a hot piece of ass dressed up in a police uniform knocks at the door. I just happened to be the one who opened the door, and no word of a lie, I swear I stood there for a good minute with my mouth agape, drooling at the fine specimen of a man standing before me.
“Excuse me, miss, I’ve been called to a domestic disturbance at this address. Is th
ere a Miss Sophie Newhart living here?” he asked in a very serious, demanding tone, looking down at a small black notebook. He looked very genuine and foreboding.
“Ah, yeah, she’s in the living room. What’s this all about?” I asked, a little bit suspicious at the man’s uniform and his lack of protocol. I mean, aren’t they supposed to flash their badge first?
“Good, please take me to her,” he demanded, I felt a little flutter in my stomach. He reminded me a bit of Sean, but with the body of a God wrapped in a tight policeman’s uniform.
I held my hand out, pointing in the general direction of the living room. “Right through here.”
The moment he walked through the doorway, some terrible porn star music started blasting from the surround sound unit, and without warning the police man was throwing his hat across the room and gyrating his hips in time with the beat.
After his performance where he subjected Sophie to an intense ‘interrogation’ and insisted she conduct a hands on body search of him, he hung out with us for the rest of the hour, chilling back and having a beer.
I’d gone outside to get some fresh air, and was contemplating calling Sean for a hook up, when I felt a warm hard body come up against my back. “I wondered when I’d get a chance to talk to you,” he whispered into my ear, moving down to kiss the sensitive spot of my neck that makes me shiver every time.
“And why’s that?” I replied, thinking that he probably tried this line on at least one woman a night.
“Because while it was Sophie’s hands on my body back there, I was imagining it was your hands, your body, your mouth on my…”
That was me done for!
I’ve always been a sucker for a sweet talker, and Zander...well, he’s a master of flirtation and seduction.
“And where would I do that?” I asked brazenly. By that stage, I’d had a few drinks under my belt and was definitely feeling sassy and brave. Oh, and horny as hell.
“Follow me,” he said, taking my hand and leading me down the alleyway to the side of Sophie’s two story house.
That night, Zander and I had sex up against the wall of Sophie’s house. It was quick, it was dirty, and God damn that man could do things with his hands and mouth that most women dream about. We exchanged numbers, then he left to go to another job, and I went back inside for another tequila shot. It was a fantastic night all round, one that has been repeated at least once every few weeks since then.
Aside from our physical relationships, I’m friends with all three of them. Each man provides me with a different physical need that I crave and desire; that sometimes I just want. But I’m not a slut, and I’m not easy. I don’t have the emotional connection to sex that a lot of other women do. I have three men that I have mutually beneficial, no strings attached, physical relationships with. We’re all safe, and we all know the exact nature of our relationship.
So with all these attractive, eligible, and physically compatible men in my life, how come I’m at home, lying in bed on a Saturday night, not wanting Sean, Noah, or Zander?
For the first time in four years, a man has my heart beating faster, my eyes shining brighter, and my brain turning to mush. The touch and taste I’m craving is Daniel Winters, and I want to time travel forward a week so that I don’t have to wait to see him again.
∞∞∞
I’ve worked five night shifts in a row this week, and my body is feeling the confusion of night and day, sunshine and dark. I’ve hardly seen Kate, let alone anyone else. Zander called me Wednesday night before my shift started wanting to catch up for a drink, but I was so zombie-fied from night shift that I had to decline. I did promise to text him when I was off nights and feeling more human, though.
Delicious Daniel has been as irresistible and as flirtatious as ever. He’s sent me a random text message every day this week. Last night he sent me a text around midnight, telling me how he had driven past the lake and it made him think of me. This man is seriously swoon worthy, but I’m not supposed to swoon, I’m not a swooner. Me and emotional connections do not go together.
Daniel seems to affect me on a different level to other men, though. He seems to want to reach inside and turn me upside down; finding out about me, and what makes me tick. It makes me want him in a way that is unknown to me and scary as hell.
I’m having a break in the on call room, and my mind is doing what it does best; not shutting off and letting me sleep. Instead, I’m remembering back to last week when I was in here with Noah, before my chance meeting with Daniel on the train.
He had seen me in the cafeteria grabbing a midnight snack from the vending machine and sent me a text outlining exactly what he wanted for his meal break. Five minutes later, I was pinned against the wall of one of the surgical floor’s on call rooms, being pounced by a very hard and horny walking dildo. Too far gone for foreplay, he had shoved my scrub pants down, desperate to get inside me.
About halfway through, I hit a road block and started thinking too much.
This feels good, but not great like it normally does.
What the hell, Mac? Get it together. He’s the walking dildo, he always makes you come and fast, usually multiple times. So why does this feel like a long distance run rather than a short hundred meter dash? To be honest, it’s getting rather uncomfortable.
Shit, he’s getting harder, and I can feel him tensing up; his grunts are getting louder, his thrusts faster and more sporadic. I make a moaning sound, knowing he likes to hear me, and it works, seemingly spurring him on.
Right now I feel as if I’m a ride on pony outside the grocery store. Put a quarter in and hop on board! I’ve never had a problem getting off before. Hell, I pride myself on it. What is wrong with me?
Oh God. What if I’ve broken my clitoris from overuse? Misuse? Self-abuse?
I moan again.
“Fuck, Mac. Come with me. I’m close, babe. Really...”
Thrust!
“Fucking...”
Thrust!
“Close...”
Thrust!
I have to do something. Shit, I’m going to have to fake it.
“Oh, yes. Fuck me, Noah. Harder. Oooh, yes, that’s it. Right there. Fuck! Argh!” I cry out, tightening my kegels and totally bullshitting my way through a fake orgasm. Noah stiffens and growls my name through his gritted teeth as he climaxes.
Thank God for THAT!
After the countless number of orgasms I’ve had at the hands, mouth, and cock of Noah, I’ve never had to fake it. Ever. Maybe it is my body’s way of telling me that I want, no need more than just sex. Maybe I do need more. It has been four years since the Beau disaster. Is it time that I open my eyes and mind to more than sex alone?
Just the kind of heavy thinking I need as I drift off to sleep. But thinking of Delicious Daniel and how much I can’t wait to see him for Sunday’s game...now that is the stuff dreams are made of.
My DD, sex on the beach, kisses by the lakeside, and Superman.
Chapter 6
“I’ve Been Waiting All Day For Sunday Night”
It’s Sunday. Game day.
Delicious Daniel day.
I really need to stop adding the word delicious to his name but seriously, after kissing him as thoroughly as I did last Friday, you’d be calling him delicious too. He tasted of beer, a touch of mint, and made me feel like I was lying in the sun on a hot sunny day. Yes, he transported me to another place and time. He is that good. I want that again. I’ve been craving it. Not sex, just Daniel’s time traveling kisses.
Goddammit, now I’m thinking about what it would be like for Daniel to do other things, right now while I’m lying in bed. I sleep naked in my bed at home, have done since I moved back to Chicago. There is something freeing about sleeping in the buff, not constricted by fabric or seams. I love it. I pick up my phone, deciding to send Daniel a text to gauge where his head is at.
Mac: Good morning, Delicious Daniel. Sunday Game Day! Woohoo.
Delicious Daniel (should really cha
nge that): Morning, gorgeous. You ready for some tailgating and football?
Mac: Hell, yeah! Do I need to bring anything?
Delicious Daniel: Only your beautiful self. Have you been up long?
Ha! Now’s my chance to test the waters with Mr. Delicious.
Mac: I’m still lying in bed actually.
Delicious Daniel: Really? And what are you doing in there?
Mac: Was thinking of last Friday night and how much of a gentleman you were. Are you always so chivalrous?
Delicious Daniel: I’ve been known to have my moments, but telling me that you’re in bed thinking of me is not helping with keeping my mind out of the gutter. Or your bedroom.
Mac: Then don’t. Let your mind roam free in my bedroom. I’m a firm believer in free thinking.
Delicious Daniel: Is that so? And where would you like my thoughts to travel to?
Mac: Me, in bed, naked as the day I was born, thinking of you and your kisses
Delicious Daniel: Damn. Cold shower needed stat.
Mac: Why’s that?
Delicious Daniel: Because my mind is definitely going down a road leading to somewhere dangerous.
Mac: Do tell…
Delicious Daniel: Eyes on the prize, Mac. Game day, football, men running around in spandex.
Mac: Oooh, Daniel, you know how to make a girl swoon, don’t ya? Now you’re reminding me of my Superman fantasy.
Delicious Daniel: bangs head against wall Damn, Mac, I am going to need a cold shower. Now, naughty girl, how about you go have a cold shower too and I’ll see you in a couple of hours ;)
Mac: pouts Okay, no fun.