His fingers dig in to my hips, I’m sure tomorrow I’ll have little bruises from them. Not that I care, I love the way he can so easily take control of my body, knowing so many ways to bring me to orgasm. After that promise weeks ago that we’d be adventurous in bed together, we’ve tried so many things I’ve only ever seen in movies or read about in books. Never in a million years did I think I’d become adventurous with my sex life, but here we are, very satisfied and willing to give most things a try.
“I could eat you and just skip dinner altogether,” he says before his lips find the tops of my breasts that are peeking out the top of my V-neck T-shirt.
“As pleasurable as that sounds, you need sustenance to function, so you have to eat something other than just me,” I tell him, trying not to moan the words out as he teases my body into a frenzy.
“If you insist,” he says, just as the timer goes off, letting us know it is time for the next step.
We sit down, enjoying the salmon, rice pilaf, and sautéed veggies that we made for dinner tonight. I’ve always enjoyed cooking, but when I’d do so for just me, I wasn’t always that fancy, as it felt like a waste to spend all this time cooking when I was the only one enjoying it. But now that I’ve got a pretty sexy assistant, it makes cooking fun and very much like an extended foreplay session.
“So, if I have to wear something skimpy, what will you be wearing?” I ask Lucas as we finish up dinner and get everything cleaned up. Working together, we’re able to get it done fairly fast.
“I’ll be wearing some slacks and a button up shirt,” he tells me.
“Tie?” I ask.
“Nope,” he says, tapping his index finger against the tip of my nose. “Now, go put on something sexy. I want to see all that glorious skin.”
I give him one last, quick kiss before I head for my room.
I stand in my closet, looking around at everything I have, trying to decide what is the skimpiest outfit. I don’t usually dress all that skimpy, so I don’t really have much that, in my mind, fits, so I settle on a little black dress. You can never go wrong with one. This one has a deep V-neck, which works well with my boobs, showing off a nice amount of cleavage without being porn-star exposed. It hits a few inches above my knees and has a small little slit up the back.
I pull out some of my sexiest lingerie to wear, as well, then head to the bathroom to start getting ready.
Without knowing exactly where we’re going, but knowing what we’re both wearing, I decide to make my makeup a little more dramatic than I normally wear it. A dark, smokey eye and pair it with a bright and bold red lip. I have a feeling that I’ll be bringing Lucas to his knees in more than one way tonight, and I am here for that!
With my makeup and hair done in loose curls, I slip my matching bra and panties on, then the dress over top. I can’t quite get it zipped myself, so I go in search of Lucas.
“Lucas,” I call from the doorway of my room. “I need your help,” I tell him before he comes down the hall.
“Fuck me,” he growls when he sees me standing in the doorway. “Maybe we should just scrap going out,” he says, crowding me until I have no choice but to step backwards into the bedroom.
“Nope, not after it took me this long to put this look together; you’re taking me wherever it is that you think we need to go. Then, you can bring me back home and take this off of me,” I tell him. “Now, zip me up,” I instruct, turning so my back is exposed to him. “Please,” I add as an afterthought when I look over my shoulder at him and see the lust burning in his eyes.
“You’re going to torture me all night. I’m going to have fantasies of those red lips wrapped around my cock until it finally happens,” he says, nipping at my shoulder as he slides the zipper the rest of the way up.
“Mhmmm, I can’t wait,” I tell him, shifting just enough so my ass grazes his groin. I can feel how hard he is as he presses even more against my ass.
“You are a little vixen, you know that. Now, let’s go, otherwise, we won’t ever get out of here,” he says.
I do my own inspection of him in his tight slacks and button-up shirt that is rolled to the elbows. I don’t know what it is about a man in a dress shirt with his sleeves rolled, but damn if it doesn’t make my panties wet.
Lucas escorts me down to his car, ever the gentleman who opens doors and waits to close it until I’m settled into the seat. We pull out and into traffic. I still have no clue where we’re going and I’m still confused when we pull into the parking lot of what looks like an industrial building. “Ummm, babe. Where exactly are we?” I ask, a little nervous.
“Do you trust me?” he asks again. I turn to face him as best as I can in the car. I do my best to read his body language and facial expressions.
“Of course,” I tell him.
“Okay then,” he says, and gets out of the car, coming around to open my door. He slides his hand into mine, intertwining our fingers as he leads me to an unmarked door. He enters a code on the keypad, and we can hear the lock disengage. He opens the door, and we walk into a very bland-looking entryway. He enters a code into a second door, but when this one opens, the walls are professionally decorated. The lights are slightly dimmed, and soft music fills the air.
Lucas leads me down the hall, this time pushing open a door into a large room. As soon as I take in this room, I can feel my eyes go wide in shock. We’re in a sex club. There are people all around in different stages of sexual positions. I am shocked speechless, at this point, and don’t really know where to look or not to look.
“Just breathe,” he whispers into my ear, and I suck in a breath.
“Why-what—” I stumble over my words, trying to form a complete sentence. He moves us, positioning himself in front of me with me facing his is back. All I can see is the elaborate-looking wallpaper and the end of a bar. “Why are we here?” I finally get out.
“Because I wanted you to experience something new,” he says, “but I also want you to know that we will not be having sex here. I just wanted you to experience what an aphrodisiac it can be to be in a place where sex is so freeing. This room is going to be tame compared to other rooms in this club. The further you get into it, the kinkier it can get.”
“And you’ve come here before?” I ask.
“Once, but don’t worry, they are very discrete. The clientele they cater to expects their privacy to be kept. A place like this wouldn’t be able to survive if they leaked who comes here,” he tells me and all I can think of is the nightmare a place like this would create for a PR company if one of their clients were linked to it. And here I am, the PR manager, and I’m at a freaking sex club with my boyfriend.
“Okay, I’m good now,” I tell him.
“We don’t have to stay long if you are uncomfortable,” he tells me, reassuring me.
“No, I can handle it,” I tell him. He leads me to a small booth, letting me slide in before he does the same. A cocktail waitress approaches and takes our order. An ice water for him, since he’s driving, and a large glass of wine for me. If I’m going to experience a sex club for the first time, I’m going to need a little liquid encouragement.
“The center stage is set up very much like a strip club, except here, the people on stage strip completely. Sometimes they’ll put on a show solo, and sometimes there’ll be multiple people. It is up to the performer if they want people to join them and what they’ll allow that person to do. If you look around the room, there are smaller alcoves. These are meant to be semi-private places for couples, or people meeting up here to mingle and do whatever it is they want to do. Some people like the thought that other people might be watching them. Then, the doors around the room lead into private rooms and into other parts of the club.”
I look around, taking in the room. It is quite large, and has probably twenty, maybe thirty people here.
“Is that who I think it is?” I ask Lucas, pointing toward a man I recognize. He’s currently got one younger-looking woman giving him a blowjob whil
e he fondles another woman’s breasts, while she goes down on the other girl. It is all so overwhelming, but I also find myself turned on by everything that is going on in this room.
“If you think that it is the bigwig pastor that is always on TV, then you’d be correct. Like I said, discrete. Much like fight club, the first rule of sex clubs is you never speak of it outside of these walls. The members expect their patronage will never be revealed. Take that guy, as an example. If it got out that he was a frequent visitor, and I’m not saying he is, but think of what kind of headline that would be, not to mention what he’s probably got at stake that he could lose. Do you think his parishioners would be okay with the fact that he isn’t living the life he’s standing up there every Sunday morning preaching about? I’m also going to go out on a limb and guess neither one of those women are his wife.”
“Why do you like coming here?” I ask, curious why Lucas would enjoy a place like this.
“I’ve only ever been here once before, as a guest to someone else. It was something I wrote off as a try it once kind of thing, and never expected to come back. But, after our little talk back in Toronto, the idea came to me one day that maybe you should experience something like this and maybe it would help spark something that you hadn’t thought about trying. I just want to be clear that we don’t ever have to come back here if this place makes you uncomfortable.”
“It is interesting, that is for sure, but I don’t think that it’s for me,” I tell him honestly.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he says, leaning over and kissing me. “Now, let’s get out of here. I have a dress to strip you out of.”
He slides out of the booth and I quickly follow. I came, I saw, I don’t need a second visit.
Seventeen
Lucas
Watching Carmen experience the sex club was an experience all on its own. I knew it was going to press her comfort levels, but she handled it like a pro. While I know that it isn’t her kind of place to go back to after this visit, it was hot as fuck to see her experience it for the first time. The way she took in what was happening in different parts of the room was a turn on, in and of itself.
I pull into a parking spot and kill the engine. “Shall we?” I ask, squeezing our clasped hands quickly before we pull apart. She’s out of the car before I can make it around and open her door for her, something she knows I try and do whenever I can.
I follow her up to her place, more than ready to strip that dress from her creamy body. “Are you mad at me?” I ask once we’re inside.
“No, why would I be mad at you?” she asks, and I step into her personal space.
“Because I pushed you outside of your comfort zone,” I tell her honestly.
“I could have gotten up and walked out at any point. It isn’t like you were forcing me to be there. I chose to stay.”
Her hand drops to my belt and I stand still as she unbuckles it, then pops the button on my slacks and pulls down the zipper. She reaches inside my boxers, pulling out my hard cock.
She kicks off her heels and drops to her knees. I watch as her tongue swipes along those red stained lips I’ve been envisioning wrapped around my cock all night. Her tongue darts out, licking my tip as she collects the bead of pre-cum that leaks from my tip. Fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing.
I collect her hair, keeping it balled around my fist, so it stays out of her face, as she takes me into her mouth. My cock hits the back of her throat and I have to stop myself from thrusting my hips. Her mouth is almost as perfect feeling as her pussy is when it pulses around me.
My legs start to shake as she works my shaft with her mouth and fist that is wrapped around it. Her other hand tugs at my balls. I let the sensations take over as my body is filled to the brim with complete pleasure. I feel the tingle start at the base of my spine, moving until it is heavy in my balls. I’m so ready to blow at any moment. I’m coherent enough to give her a little courtesy tap as a warning that I’m about to come, and if she doesn’t want it down her throat, she needs to move and move now. Like many times before, she doesn’t take my warning, and I lose myself in her mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I tell her, pulling her up once she’s released my cock. I’m spent, but more than ready to pleasure her. As much as I enjoy her blowing me, my true pleasure comes from making her come. Knowing that I can make her completely shut everything else in life out long enough to let go, even if it is only for a few minutes, it is the highest feeling in the world. “Your mouth is filthy, and I love it,” I tell her before I kiss her hard.
“I need you,” she pulls back to tell me.
I tug her dress up and run my hand across her pussy. I find the lace of her panties wet, so I slide them out of the way and sink two fingers inside. I drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs. She has to balance using my body to steady herself. Dropping right here in the middle of the room without any furniture next to us probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but I wasn’t really thinking about more than my face between her legs. Regretfully, I pull back from sucking on her clit and remove my fingers from her channel. I scoop her up in my arms, carrying her down the hall and into the bedroom where I can really make her come apart.
Since we’ve stopped once already, I take the time to strip her out of all her clothing. No reason to have any of it in my way if I don’t have to. I kiss her hard, but quickly move down her body. I lap at each of her nipples for a few seconds before I kiss down to her navel. I swirl my tongue around it, teasing her as I make my way back to her pussy.
With my body expertly positioned between her legs, they’re hooked over my shoulders. I slide my finger through her folds, loving how responsive she is to my touch. Sinking three fingers inside this time, just as I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her body instantly starts trembling. The build-up pays off as she easily starts to fall apart as I fuck her perfect cunt with my mouth and fingers. I absolutely love how she falls apart and just lets her orgasm take over. Her limp body tells me she’s well into her orgasmic coma stance that happens after a strong orgasm.
I slide up the bed, waiting for her to rouse after coming on my fingers and tongue. My cock has hardened, not that it ever really went soft, and is ready for round two. Gotta love a quick rebound time.
I wait her out, not wanting to move just yet to grab the condom, but knowing that I’ll need to grab it before we can move forward.
“How are you feeling?” I ask once Carmen starts to move.
“Like I’ve never been better.” She smiles at me and I can’t help but kiss her.
“You like tasting yourself on my lips?” I ask.
“Eh, not my favorite, but I also want to kiss you right now.”
“I need to fuck you,” I groan into her mouth, my cock throbbing between my legs. Carmen moves quickly, rolling me to my back as she straddles me. I watch my cock as she slides along it, her wetness coating it. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m clean, I know you are, too. You know I’m on birth control. I just want to feel you. With nothing between us,” she says as just the tip slides in a few centimeters and then back out again.
“Fuck, Red,” I say, pulling her closer so I can kiss her. With my cock lined up at her entrance, I thrust up, completely filling her. The first time I’ve ever been inside a woman bareback. “Shit, you feel amazing,” I grit out. The intensity of being inside her without a condom is a completely different ball game. I’ve always loved sex, what red-blooded male doesn’t, but this takes it to a whole new level.
“That’s it, baby, ride my cock,” I tell her as I hold on to her hips, helping her to move up and down.
“Yesss,” she chants, the word coming out like a moan as she controls our pace, chasing her orgasm. “Right like that,” she tells me as I meet her thrust for thrust. I’m close myself, with the additional sensations happening from being bareback for the first time in my life.
I slide a hand from her hip to her clit, applying pressure just as I know she lik
es it. It doesn’t take long and she’s exploding on top of me. I can feel her orgasm start to milk my own, and before I know it, I’m slamming my hips up and coming deep inside her.
Carmen collapses forward, her head resting against my shoulder as she sucks in air, attempting to catch her breath.
“Are you okay?” I ask, running a hand down her sweat-slicked back.
“Perfect,” she says, sitting up and smiling at me. Her completely blissed out look is my favorite look of all time. Her skin is glowing, she looks relaxed, and most of all, comfortable in her own skin. I don’t think there is anything sexier about a woman than one who is confident and comfortable with herself. If there is anything that Carmen has, it is confidence.
“Yes, you are.” I pull her into a kiss. She laughs against my lips as I lazily kiss them.
I roll back and forth on a foam roller, working out the kinks in my muscles after a hard day in the gym. Being in the off season doesn’t mean that I get to slack off, if anything, I work harder to keep my body in shape and ready for the season to come back around.
“I think you should take some yoga classes; it will help with your flexibility,” my personal trainer, Dustin, says.
“I fucking hate yoga,” I tell him.
“It’s either that or dance classes.”
“Yoga it is, then,” I tell him, jumping up from the floor. I grab the foam roller, placing it back in the bin.
“If you don’t want a private class, I can recommend a few good places to check out,” he says.
“I’ll let you know; I think I know someone with a hookup.”
“All right, man. Let me know. Otherwise, I’ll see you in two days,” he says, as we do the fist bump into a half hug followed by a back slap—man hug thing, then part ways for the day.
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