Climax

by Kohl, Sexxa

  Fuck her! No woman is worth this!

  I open my eyes and spot Honey in the corner. Pushing people aside, I make my way over and slam my lips to hers, taking her by surprise. I shove her against the wall and grab her ass, pulling her into my hardness. Looking into my eyes, she knows exactly what I want. She begins working feverishly to unbuckle my belt and looks over her shoulder at the hallway next to us.

  “Come with me,” she whispers into my ear.

  Taking my hand, she pulls me back into the hallway and then shoves me into a room. When I look around, I notice we are in some sort of office, but I don’t give a fuck. Right now, I need my cock sucked, and I don’t give a damn whose room this is. Honey licks her lips and drops to her knees, pulling my jeans and boxer briefs down with her. Her hand firmly wraps around my long shaft, and I watch as she slyly grins back up at me. It is more than obvious that she likes what she sees.

  Frantically, she begins pumping my hardness in her hands. I lean back and brace myself against the desk behind me as she leans in to take me into her mouth. Right now, the desperation is so intense that I need it hard and quick. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, I shove her head down harder onto my cock, urging her to take the full length in her mouth.

  She may as well know now that there will be nothing gentle about this tonight.

  Raven floods my mind and I grow harder than before. I close my eyes to enjoy the warm tight vacuum on my cock. Even as her mouth sucks me off, I envision another. Raven. Just like earlier, Honey is only a means to fulfill a raging desire.

  Out of nowhere, the door flies open, and I hear a girl let out a gasp. Lifting my head, I meet Raven’s dark eyes. Honey never stops working my cock, and I’m too shocked right now to move or push her away. Raven covers her mouth with her hand and stumbles backwards into the wall behind her before running from the room.

  “Get the fuck off me!” I push Honey, sending her on her ass. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and cusses me while I pull up my jeans. Throwing a wad of money at her, I rush out of the room.

  I have to find her.

  I catch a glimpse of her dark hair flowing as she runs out the front door of the club. When I finally get out onto the parking lot, I see her in her car with her head down on the steering wheel. Her shoulders shake, and I can tell that she is crying, all because of me. Normally, I would never give a fuck if a girl walked in on me while I was with someone else, but she is different. Thing is, what makes her different? For some reason, we are drawn to one another. This means far more than either of us could ever comprehend. Honestly, it leaves me scared shitless.

  Sensing someone is watching, she lifts her head and locks onto my intense stare down. I stand there silently pleading with her, but then she slams on the gas and flies past me out of the parking lot. As I watch her taillights fade in the distance, I know that my life has just changed in a way I never thought possible.

  She can fight it all she wants, but Raven will be mine.

  Blaire

  I wake up panting from yet another dream about the man at the club. My skin glistens with sweat, and my hand is still firmly tucked inside my panties, soaked with my pleasure. Just thinking again about the erotic dream I just woke from has me instantly blushing. I don’t know what has come over me lately; it’s as if I am not even myself anymore.

  Four days have passed since that night, and I still can’t get him out of my mind. I thought that if I focused on caring for my mom, the past few days would have been enough to keep my mind busy. But instead, he invades every possible thought and dream that I have. In the business I’m in, I can’t afford for feelings like these to get in the way. He is just like any other guy that comes into that place. He’s there to get his fix any way he can. Honey just happened to be the fix that he wanted and got that night.

  Speaking of which, I have no clue how I am going to face Honey at work tonight. Unfortunately, calling off isn’t an option that I have. I desperately need the money, so I don’t have a choice. Besides, it isn’t as if she even did anything wrong in the first place. This is all about my stupid, unwarranted jealousy. It sounds silly to admit, but in my mind, it’s as if he has cheated on me with her. He is a stranger, for crying out loud. How fucked up in the head does that make me?

  Since my mind is racing with thoughts of him, I know there isn’t any way that I’m going to be able to go back to sleep. Throwing the thick comforter back, I decide to go ahead and get up to check on my mom.

  Yesterday, her color bothered me so much that I ended up calling her doctor. Dr. Landers assured me that it was a normal part of her heart condition and told me to watch her closely, but not to worry.

  Not worry?

  Worrying is all I ever do when it comes to my mom and my life. I’d love to be reminded of what it feels like to be laid back and carefree, even for just a day. Somehow, I don’t think The Fairy Godmother or Prince Charming is coming to rescue this fair maiden.

  Happily ever afters are fairy tales all in themselves; they are never meant for someone like me.

  The sun is barely peeking through the blinds when I pad my way through the living room, over to where her hospital bed is located. The doctor had ordered her a special bed late last year to elevate her enough to help with her breathing. She hates not being able to sleep in her own soft bed, but she and I both know there isn’t a choice in the matter.

  Her labored breathing can be heard from across the room and immediately sends fear through my body. Every day, I watch her health decline more and more to the point where surgery is now her only option. A very complex surgery that we don’t have enough money for. Without a huge percentage of the fee down, the heart specialists won’t even consider her. Even though I have managed to save a couple thousand dollars, it won’t even touch the amount requited to put her on their waiting list.

  Lovingly, I brush back her hair and watch her sleep. This woman has done so much for me over the years. Since my dad ran out on us, she’s managed to do it all on her own. The thought of losing her is just too much for me, and I fight against the tears that burn my eyes. She is all I have in this world; I will do anything I have to do in order to keep her here with me. If that means stripping in front of a bunch of strange men, then that will just be what it means.

  Honestly, I feel horrible when I lie to my mother about what I do for a living. She thinks I work nights for a doctor’s office filing records and doing bookkeeping. If you count the naughty nurse outfit at the club, I guess that could be considered something in the medical field. She will be devastated if she ever discovers that I take my clothes off for money. I can’t risk her ever finding out because her heart is simply too weak to be able to handle the news.

  As quietly as possible, I make my way into the adjoining kitchen to fix us both some breakfast. Glancing in the refrigerator and cabinets, I notice how low we have gotten on groceries. I’ve been so worried to leave her these past few days that I’ve not gone shopping. Looking up at the clock, I realize that her home health nurse, Elizabeth, will be here in a few hours. She only comes in twice a week for an hour, but it helps me out when our neighbor can’t sit with her. I will have to take advantage of the hour she is here and run to the store. Our kind, elderly neighbor watches her for me while I am at work, and I buy her groceries in exchange for her kindness. It helps both of us since I know she is on a fixed income.

  I scramble some eggs and toast before pouring us some juice. My mom loves raspberry jam, so I always make sure to spread on a lot when I make her breakfast. She is still sleeping soundly when I walk over and set her food down before sitting on the edge of her bed. I gently nudge her arm, but she’s very hesitant to open her eyes. I reposition the oxygen tube back underneath her nose and force a smile when she finally opens her eyes. It breaks my heart to see such a wonderful woman struggle this way. I just want my mom back and healthy again.

  “Hey, sweetie,” she rasps in a weak, scratchy voice before rewarding me with a smile.

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�Morning, Mom. How are you feeling?” I ask even though I know she isn’t going to tell me the truth.

  “I’m fine, Baby. Just a little tired, that’s all,” she replies weakly.

  Turning away, I reach over to get her breakfast so that she won’t see the tears that threaten to fall from my face. She grabs my fingers and stops me. I am surprised by her strength when she squeezes my hand. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I dare a look back into her beautiful green eyes.

  Oh how I wish I had inherited the color of her eyes instead of my deadbeat father’s.

  “Blaire, Baby, don’t worry about me. I’m gonna be all right. These doctors don’t always know everything, you know.”

  Her words rip through me. I should be the one comforting her, not the other way around.

  “You look so tired, Blaire. Why don’t you go lie back down and rest? You have to work tonight, don’t you?” She barely gets the words out before breaking into a terrible coughing spell.

  Watching her as she tries to catch her breath makes me cringe. Even the slightest coughing fit can weaken her heart that much more. When it finally passes, I give her a sip of juice and hand her the plate of food before answering her.

  “I’m fine, Mom. I just didn’t sleep very well last night. Don’t worry about me.”

  “Young lady, I’ll be worrying about you until the day I die.”

  And there it is again. The thought of her not being here anymore. I can’t hold it in this time. I have to get out of here. I quickly walk towards the bathroom.

  “I’m going to get a shower before Elizabeth gets here.” I walk into the small room, shutting the door behind me and turn on the water to drown out my crying. As I sit on the edge of the bathtub to let it all out, I realize that I can’t pretend to be strong for much longer. I am barely holding on as it is.

  By the time I shower and dress, I have managed to compose myself enough to face my mom again. Elizabeth meets me in the kitchen with a concerned look on her face.

  “Blaire, your mom’s oxygen level is extremely low this morning. I bumped up her intake on the machine, but that rattle in her chest has me terribly concerned. I put a call into Dr. Landers to discuss it with him. I should hear back within the hour of what he wants to do.”

  Nodding at her, I reply, “I know. I’ve stayed here with her these past few days because I’ve been afraid to leave her alone. I need to run to the store to pick up a few things. I should be back in about thirty minutes. Will you be alright until I get back?”

  “Sure, sweetie, I’ll watch her closely.”

  I thank her and turn to grab my jacket.

  “Please call me if the doctor calls you before I get back.” I say grabbing my keys.

  “I will,” she replies.

  I go back into the living room to tell my mom goodbye, but she has already fallen back asleep. Tenderly, I kiss her on the forehead and try not to start crying when I feel how cold her skin is against my lips.

  Please Mom, keep holding on!

  I’ve been standing in this long checkout line for over fifteen minutes, and it hasn’t moved an inch. Looking around the other shoppers, I notice the owner’s son trying to fix the register. I spot the vintage clock on the wall and realize the time. Shit! I only have ten minutes, and there is no way I can get through this line in time.

  Finally, the line begins moving, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m still going to be late, but hopefully I can make it back before Elizabeth has to leave. Just as I reach the counter, my phone rings, and I see that it is the nurse. She must be calling with news from the doctor.

  Swiping the screen, I answer while I unload my groceries onto the counter.

  “Hi, Elizabeth, I’m just-,” I start explaining my lateness, but she frantically interrupts me.

  “Blaire! It’s your mom. She stopped breathing, and I had to call 911. I managed to get her heart going again before the emergency crew arrived, but her pulse is still very weak. They are rushing her to the ER.”

  Dropping the eggs in my hand, I race out of the store. Pushing aside people on the street, I run as fast as I can back to our apartment building. The siren wails in the distance when I go to turn the last corner. Elizabeth is waiting, wringing her hands while she paces the sidewalk.

  Glancing in my direction, her face tells me everything I already know. My mom’s time is quickly running out.

  Jaxxon

  Raven. Since the night I watched her drive away, she is all I have thought about, morning, noon, and night. I think about her incredible body and the way she moved on that stage. I see her legs spread wide with her back arched, pleasuring herself. I envision her gagged and tied to my bed as I fuck her senseless with my cock. I can taste her on my tongue and feel her on my skin, even though I’ve yet to touch her. I’ve jerked off so many fucking times to this girl’s memory that I’ve lost count. She is the only thing I want, the only thing I desire.

  “JAXXON!” My father yells at me from across the conference table. I’m twenty-five-years old, and he makes me feel like I am five when he speaks my name like that.

  Blinking out of my Raven trance, I focus in on his angry face. The other associates are exiting the room, and it is now just him and me. I know the meeting this morning had been important, but I can’t get my mind in the game of anything except a stripper named Raven.

  “May I remind you that we have a major meeting tomorrow with investors? If it fails, we risk losing patent on the new synthetic material for our new valve.”

  “I’m sorry, Father. I assure you I’m ready for the meeting,” I lie. I am not ready for anything except tying up and fucking an ebony haired beauty.

  “I suggest you get your head straight and in the game and prove to me that Ryder Technology is where you want to be. Just because you are my son, that doesn’t mean you are entitled to anything. Everyone earns his position here, and I am not about to hand the company off one day to a man who spends more time chasing ass than closing serious business deals.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I reply, trying to suppress the anger and sarcasm in my voice. He is a fine one to be talking since I caught him fucking his assistant Chloe in his office yesterday.

  I hate working with him, but I believe in what our company does. Things were great a few years ago when my Grandfather still ran the place. I learned so much from him and loved working by his side. Ever since he passed away last year, things have been extremely touchy with my dad.

  Chloe interrupts us as she steps into the room. Her short, nothing there attire flatters her toned body, but her attractive face is cold and callous, just like my father. They honestly make the perfect pair. Smiling, my father stands and adjusts his pants. It doesn’t take a genius to know exactly what is about to happen. My hypocrite of a father is about to fuck his assistant on the conference room table the minute I leave.

  “Jaxxon, will you excuse us? Chloe has some important papers I need to sign.”

  “Yeah, whatever.” I snarl and stand to leave.

  No sooner that the door closes behind me, I hear the familiar sound of the lock clicking. Rolling my eyes, I make my way down the hall to my office. Even though I hate to admit it, my father is right about me needing to be ready for tomorrow’s meeting. The patent we are trying to gain will save millions of lives. I need to do my part to make Grandfather proud. Taking my jacket off, I roll up my sleeves and walk over to close my office door. For the rest of the afternoon, I struggle to forget Raven and concentrate on finishing my presentation.

  By the time I am satisfied, it is late, and everyone has been gone from the building for hours. Grabbing my jacket and keys, I make my way down to the parking garage and into my black Ferrari F12 Berlinetta. As I drive, every girl I pass on the side of the street is Raven. I honestly think I am going to go insane. Forcing myself to keep driving, I am almost to the turnoff to my apartment when I feel the overwhelming need to turn around and head back to Club Climax.

  What the fuck? I am losing my shit over a fucking girl! No gi
rl rules my life!

  By the time I pull into the parking lot, I am worked up in desperation for her. When I enter the club, I’m once again welcomed by the girls that work there. Their hands slide down my chest as I walk past them, moving closer to the stage. Honey glances in my direction and then angrily looks away.

  Yeah, it’s safe to say she isn’t going to be asking me for anything again.

  I sit next to a group of drunken men who are waving dollar bills and shouting nasty comments at the girl working the pole. She is very attractive, and definitely a girl that would normally be satisfying to fill my hefty sexual appetite, but she doesn’t hold a candle to the dark hair angel in my head.

  Patiently, I sit and wait, pushing off the girls who try to sit in my lap or invite me into Ultimate Climax. I just want to see my girl perform. I need to fill this desire inside me.

  After watching five more girls dance, I wave the heavy bouncer over to ask him when Raven is coming on.

  “She didn’t come in tonight.”

  “Is she working tomorrow night?” I ask him, not knowing if I can wait that long.

  “Can’t say. These girls here all have a mind of their own. They only work when they want to.”

  Handing him a hundred dollar bill, I give him a card with a message written on back.

  “There’s five hundred more for you if you make sure she gets this.”

  “Yes, Sir! I definitely will make sure she gets it.” He tucks the card into his leather vest pocket.

  Tossing my whiskey back, I throw a twenty on stage for the girl dancing and then leave. It would be so easy finding a girl to agree to be tied up and fucked tonight, but I could come a thousand times, and never be satisfied until my seed coats the inside of my beautiful Raven.

  As I close the door to my car, her memory flashes over me. My cock begs for release. Unzipping my jeans, I close my eyes, and she is there once more. Her fingers thrust inside of her, her face overcome with the pleasure she’s giving herself. I hear her moans; I hear her begging. Pumping my shaft and squeezing my balls, the stream of hot semen shoots up my abdomen. “FUCK!” I roar slamming my head back against my seat.