Mister X

by Shae Sullivan

  The blonde stops in her tracks and glances at me over her shoulder, her blue eyes searching my face. She’s breathing hard and I don’t even check to see if anyone is watching before closing the distance between us and taking her in my arms. Our mouths meet in a perfect kiss that makes her moan with lust and immediately, my cock is hard.

  “Wait,” she breathes, breaking the kiss and panting hard in my face.

  I growl with lust and kiss her deeply again, feeling her frame melt against my hard, muscled body. We step backwards, clinging to each other, and I fumble until my hand wraps around a door and pushes it open.

  It’s a supply closet, dark and dank, and nothing has ever looked better as I tug the blonde inside and lock the door behind us. We’re kissing and fumbling and groping, running our hands over each other’s bodies and I want her so bad that I feel like I could come in my pants. I have no idea how we found each other again – how out of all the places in Vegas, we happened to be in the same dark restaurant at the same time – but it’s clearly fate, and I’m not going to fuck it up.

  We break away and the blonde’s blue-eyed gaze is lowered, perfectly submissive. Her pink lips are glistening with spit and she’s trembling as I run my hand down her body. She’s wearing a tight black dress that emphasizes her slender curves, and she moans as I make my way down her back and cup her ass.

  “Good girl,” I growl before taking my hand away from her body. She whimpers and thrusts herself towards me, wanting me, and a powerful thrill runs through my body as I spank her ass, softly at first and then harder, until she’s crying out.

  “Do you remember our safe words from last time?”

  She nods softly. “Yes,” she breathes, the word practically oozing from her mouth.

  “Yes, what?”

  There’s a brief pause as the tension between us grows hotter and more spectacular.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I grin wickedly. “Good girl,” I praise her again. I tangle my hand in her knot of blonde hair and bring her in close for a deep kiss, sucking and licking her lower lip as she moans and squirms in my arms. I rake my nails down her thighs, pushing the hem of that obscene little dress up to her waist. She’s not wearing panties and the sight of her bare ass thrills me, all pale and pert in the dim closet.

  “Face the wall and spread your legs for me, you sweet girl,” I growl in her ear.

  The blonde trembles, but she does as I say, arching her back and sticking her ass out slightly. I run a hand down her body, cupping her ass and squeezing it before spanking her again. She wriggles and moans and I spank her harder, using both hands, delighting in the sight of her bouncing ass cheeks. Running a hand between her thighs, I move closer and closer to the soft lips of her pussy, tangling my fingers in her blonde pubic hair and spreading her apart. She whimpers softly, and tosses her head as I slide a finger inside of her pussy.

  She’s wet and soaking for me, and a powerful tremor of lust runs through my body when I realize just how bad she wants it.

  “Don’t move,” I order as I pull my hand away. She lets out a soft, strangled cry from low in her throat as I pull her dress up and over her head. The fabric is a soft jersey and a wicked idea comes to me. Folding the material into thirds, I wrap it around her eyes and tie it behind her head. The sight of her pale, creamy body glowing in the dark of the closet turns me on so much that my balls are aching.

  “Get down on your hands and knees. Keep your legs spread for me, you dirty girl,” I whisper in her ear. Blindfolded, the blonde is shaky and she moves slowly, cautiously reaching down to the floor and obeying me.

  “Crawl forward.”

  She does, her round tits swinging back and forth. I stand in front of her and unfasten my belt and push my trousers down my hips. My cock pops free and I tease the blonde with it, running the head just over her lips and groaning at the sensation of her petal-soft mouth on my stiff member.

  “Do you want to suck me off, little girl?” I growl.

  The blonde nods. “Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

  I grin.

  “Open your mouth for me.”

  She obeys, licking her lips and opening her mouth wide. I step closer and put a hand on her head, twirling my fingers in her soft hair as I slide my cock inside her mouth. She begins to suck and lick, running her tongue along the tender underside of my dick. It feels so good that I groan and thrust my hips forward, fucking her mouth, loving the feel of her tongue swirling around on my cock. It feels so good, but I don’t want to come, don’t want to give in just yet and when I pull away, she cries out with frustration. Without telling her what to do, I walk behind her and spank her, sliding a hand between her thighs and slap the tender skin.

  “Spread your legs as wide as you can,” I growl.

  The blonde obeys and the scent of her wet pussy is like heaven on earth as she rearranges her pale limbs. I drop to my knees and tease the entrance to her cunt with my cock, holding the shaft in my hand as I threaten to slide inside of her, threaten to fuck her raw and wild.

  “Mmmnn,” the blonde purrs. She wriggles her ass in the air, thrusting it around and rubbing it on my cock. She’s so hungry for me, so desperate, that I have to stifle my own groan of pleasure before burying my cock deep inside of her waiting pussy.

  God, she feels fantastic – tight and wet and slick. I thrust all the way in, plunging to the hilt, before digging my fingers into her hips and fucking her hard. Electric, white-hot pleasure shoots through my body and I cry out with a strangled groan as she spreads her legs wider and rubs her ass on my cock. I want to take my time with her, want to take it slow, but we’re in danger of being discovered in the closet at any minute.

  The urgency just makes it hotter, and soon the closet is filled with the musky scent of sex and the sound of our bodies slamming together.

  “Fuck,” I grunt. I slap her ass hard as I fuck her, giving her slow, hot strokes of my cock. The blonde moans and writhes. When I reach between her legs and start to rub her clit, she goes wild. She bucks and gasps and cries out, humping me and sticking her ass high in the air. She’s like a cat in heat for me, and the sight of her intense pleasure sets me off. My cock twitches as a powerful orgasm crashes over me and leaves me breathless and raw. This has easily been the most intense, satisfying fuck of my life – with a stranger in the back closet of some restaurant – and I’m panting hard, my chest heaving as her own orgasm hits her. The blonde screams and shrieks, burying her face in her hands as it grows more intense. I feel her pussy clenching my cock hard and she cries out, gasping loudly with each swell of pleasure that hits her body.

  The blonde fumbles with the dress around her eyes and pulls it off, blinking at me in the semi-darkness before pulling it over her head.

  She gives me a shaky smile.

  “I can’t believe we ran into each other again,” she says softly.

  I know, I think. Normally, this would be the point where I’ve totally lost interest. I can’t remember the last time I slept with the same woman more than once – shit, it probably hasn’t been since I was in college, or even younger. Most of the time, after I finish fucking a woman and making her mine, I have about as much desire for her as I would for another man.

  There’s something different about this blonde, though. My eyes have completely adjusted to the darkness, and I can’t tear them away from her. Something about the way she moves, something about the way she talks ... and something about the way she completely lets go while I’m giving her my dick is so intriguing to me.

  It’s because you’re in Vegas, or some shit, I tell myself. Life isn’t real here – you’ve seen it for yourself.

  But deep down, I know it’s not just that. I know that I’m going to be stuck focusing on this woman for a long time – whether or not I want to be. She’s going to be in my head when I’m doing asinine photo calls with the girls from The Bachelor. Her pale body, trembling and sweating, is going to be playing across the movie theater screen of my brain whenever Peter is giving me
a lecture.

  “Yeah,” I say finally, feeling lame as hell. “It’s kind of strange.”

  The blonde gives me another smile as she finishes tugging her dress up over her body. I already miss the sight of her creamy, perky tits and her round, sculpted ass.

  “Well, that’s the best part of living here,” she says coyly. “You never know what’s going to happen.”

  Before I can even ask her what she meant by that, there’s a loud pounding on the door and I freeze in my tracks. The blonde’s blue eyes go wide and she turns to me in a blind panic, clutching at my arm.

  “What do we do?” She hisses.

  “Why are you asking me?” I demand hotly.

  The blonde gasps and jumps backwards.

  It occurs to me that I’ve suddenly gotten myself into deep shit.

  And the only thing that I actually care about is whether or not I’ll have a chance to see this girl again.

  Chapter 7

  Alyssa

  I’ve barely finished tugging my dress up and slipping my arms through the sleeves when I hear the pounding on the door. Shit! I think, jumping in a blind panic and reaching for the man’s arm.

  My body is still tingling from the intense orgasm that just rocked my entire world, but the sound is enough to send me crashing back to reality. For a moment, I thought I had left the world and gone to a heavenly, orgasmic plane.

  But now, I realize where I am: standing in the middle of a grungy supply closet in the back of Tony’s. The man is yanking on his clothes and I run a hand through the damp tangles of my sweaty hair.

  “What do we do?” I ask under my breath. “What’s going on?”

  “Why are you asking me?” The guy snaps back.

  There’s another loud thump on the door, a man-sized fist beating hard, and I gasp and jump backwards, barely landing on my feet.

  “We have to answer it,” I say. “What if it’s the cops?”

  To my annoyance, the guy snickers. Not that we’re not in the middle of a hot and steamy fuck, I can tell that he’s arrogant and more than a little full of himself. He puffs out of his chest.

  “Trust me,” he says, far too calmly for the situation. “It’s not the cops.”

  The guy fixes his belt and opens the door. My heart sinks when I recognize the maitre d and an unfamiliar man, a soft-looking guy in a sweater and chinos. When he sees my lover, his face contorts into a snarl.

  “What are you doing in here,” the man in the sweater demands. His voice is breathy and high-pitched, like he’s just arrived from auditioning to be the next Marilyn Monroe in drag somewhere on the Strip. “This is a terrible idea! You are in so much trouble!”

  “Oh, fuck it,” my lover snaps.

  “You are being an irresponsible asshole!” Sweater Man yells. “Don’t you understand the risk you’re putting us in?!”

  I blink – it’s so absurd, this guy yelling at the man who just took me like a cat in heat. I’m so curious that I almost want to stick around, but the maitre d is glaring at me. He’s just beginning to advance when I push past all three men and flee down the hallway.

  Back at my table, Caro is still sitting ... but Ned and Jeff have gone, and there’s what looks like an empty bottle of wine and several greasy dishes.

  “What the hell just happened?” Caro asks. She stands up and crosses her arms over her chest. She has the look of someone who should be angry, but is really just frustrated and immediately, I feel a huge pang of guilt.

  “I ...”

  “Don’t,” Caro says. She holds up her hand and shakes her head. “Seriously, Alyssa, what the hell is wrong with you? That was the most important presentation that we’ve ever had to give, and you just vanished?!”

  “I know what I did, okay?” I say quietly. “Can we get out of here?” I look over my shoulder, convinced that the maitre d is coming to chuck me out of Tony’s at any minute.

  Caro rolls her eyes at me. “Fine,” she says. “As you can see, our investors have left, anyway. I guess they got tired of waiting for you.”

  As we leave Tony’s and walk down the Strip, my heart is pounding in my ears and my stomach is churning. I feel terrible – I know that I shouldn’t have done what I just did, but what other choice did I have?

  Fuck, what a total mess.

  “I really am sorry,” I say. The Strip is thronged with people – tourists in clumps and couples and groups, drunkenly laughing and talking and shoving and smoking. For a moment, I wish that I lived anywhere – and I do mean anywhere – other than Vegas, other than Sin City, where there’s always a party if you know where to look. I sometimes think that being here has completely ruined me, made me think that it’s okay to be a flake and an unreliable friend.

  But deep down, I know that’s not true – I have no one to blame for my actions but myself. Maybe if I hadn’t always been so focused on pushing through to the next thing, I wouldn’t feel so easily distracted by something like men and sex and pleasure.

  I have no way of knowing, though. And it occurs to me that for the second time, I’ve forgotten to ask that guy for his name. Our intimacy was cut short by the maitre d and Sweater Man, and between the two of those and my horror at being caught in a supply closet, of course I bolted.

  What other choice did I have?

  Now, I wish I could go back to Tony’s and find the guy and ask for his contact info ... or at least his name. Caro’s steady presence beside me is nothing other than a deterrent, though, and I don’t want to disappoint her again.

  At this rate, I’ll be lucky if my best friend utters another word to me.

  We make our way down the Strip, through the crowds of people and past the casinos, until we’re standing outside of my apartment building.

  “Look,” Caro says quietly. She turns to me and even in the dark of the night, I can see that she’s pissed and hurt and frustrated. “I don’t know what happened, but you’ve got to stop doing this, Alyssa. You left me out to dry, there! I couldn’t keep stalling forever, I had to give the rest of the presentation without you.”

  “I’m sorry,” I tell her. “Really. I am.”

  “Sorry isn’t good enough,” Caro says hotly. “What if we’d been in a board meeting and you’d run out like that? You realize that getting initial funding isn’t enough, right? What if they suddenly give us money and decide they want to yank it back?”

  My cheeks burn and I have to push aside the urge to cry. I wish I could explain the effect that guy had on me: his muscles, his body, his smile ... god, everything about him just makes me so weak in the knees that I completely forget about my real-life responsibilities.

  Or maybe, that’s not it. Maybe, being with that guy and letting him take control of my body and mind and heart is the only time I’ve ever been able to relax.

  That’s a grim thought, but now that I’ve had it, I can’t discount it as anything but the truth.

  “Look,” I say. “I know you’re pissed. You have every right to like, totally hate me. But I saw that guy, you know? The guy from the party the other night, and it was like I had to go after him.”

  Caro sighs, a hard sound in the night air. “And?”

  I flush hotly. “He fucked me in a supply closet.”

  Caro’s eyes go wide and for a moment, it’s like she’s my best friend again, not my business partner who I’ve managed to disappoint.

  “Holy shit, Alyssa,” Caro says. “You could’ve been arrested.”

  “I know, I know,” I say, hanging my head and groaning. “We got caught, by the maitre d and this other guy, like, right after we had finished. I’d barely gotten dressed when they knocked on the door.”

  “You’re lucky they knocked,” Caro says. She bites her lip. “I’m still mad,” she adds softly.

  “I know.”

  “But Jeff and Ned really loved the presentation. They loved what you had to say, especially,” Caro adds, and for a moment I think I see a flash of envy in her eyes.

  Maybe that’s why she’s
so mad, I realize. Maybe she’s actually just jealous ... that I was able to sell AngelDate and go off to have fun, leaving her with the logistics.

  “That’s good.” The words sound foreign and strange coming out of my mouth. I’m so embarrassed for what I’ve done ... especially because I know now there was no way I could have done anything differently. As soon as I saw the guy, I had to go after him.

  It was like fate, or something.

  “Did you get his name this time?” Caro asks.

  I shake my head. “I was just about to ask when we got caught,” I admit. “I feel like such an asshole.”

  My best friend gives me a long, hard look and bites her lip. “Be careful,” she says.

  “Of course I’m being careful,” I tell her. “I’m on the Pill, remember?”

  “I don’t mean getting pregnant,” Caro says. She frowns. “I mean like ... I’ve never seen you act like this, Alyssa.”

  “Probably because I never have,” I quip. “You know me.”

  “This guy seems like he could be dangerous,” Caro continues. “You don’t want to get hurt, do you?”

  “Of course not!”

  Caro leans in and hugs me. “Good,” she says. “Because I need you on your top game. AngelDate is about to take off, and I’m so excited.”

  Her words leave me with a strange blend of feelings. For one, she’s being way nicer to me than I deserve, especially after what I just pulled.

  And for another, I should be just as excited as Caro, if not more so. AngelDate was my idea, and making it happen was all that I thought I wanted from this stage in my life.

  So, why can’t I muster up the energy to care?

  I’m probably just tired, I tell myself after saying goodnight to Caro and going into my apartment. I change into comfy clothes and get in bed, but even with my head on the pillow, I can’t stop thinking about the man and the night I just had. Knowing that the city is still partying dozens of floors below me doesn’t help – what if he’s out there, looking for me now?