by M. S. Parker
She smiled up at me, her eyes still a little hazy with sleep.
Okay, maybe not only because of Bryne.
“I need to go to the restroom,” she said as we started to walk toward the door. “Splash some cold water on my face.”
“I'll wait over there.” I gestured toward an out of the way spot. I watched Bryne disappear, then moved over to lean against the wall.
I hadn't been there more than a minute when a familiar voice caught my attention.
“Aren't the two of you sweet?”
I scowled as Cleo sauntered over, wondering how the hell she'd located me here. She seemed to be able to locate me most everywhere, something I’d need to look in to. The bitch looked pretty pleased with herself. She wore far too few clothes for the weather, and swung her hips as she walked, clearly enjoying the stares she was getting.
“What do you want?” I snapped. “Georgie didn't say we were meeting tonight.”
“Oh, I'm not here for Georgie.” She stepped into my personal space, her breasts pressing against my arm.
I ignored it, knowing a reaction was what she was looking for. “What then?”
“Booker.”
My jaw clenched.
“He's worried you're gonna get cold feet.”
Fuck. I thought I'd been careful to keep my opinion about the job to myself.
“I'll do what I need to do.” That was vague enough that no matter what I did, I wouldn't be lying.
“Good.” She glanced toward the bathroom. “Because if you don't, your new little bitch is gonna be the one to pay.”
I pushed off the wall, glowering down at Cleo. “What'd you say?” I growled, my hands curling into fists.
“Not me. Booker. He says that if you don't do your job, he'll take it out on her.”
A flash of panic went through me, and I drew on my anger to keep it at bay. Cleo could smell fear or anything like it. I couldn't let her go back to Booker saying that his threat had gotten a reaction out of me. Better I make him think I didn't care.
“What? Did you go bitching to him that I didn't want to fuck you, so you think she's something special?”
A wicked smile curved Cleo's blood-red lips. “Yeah, I told him that you were fucking some rich cunt.”
I took a step toward her, and she stumbled back. Anger twisted her face, but I could see the embarrassment behind it. “It's no one's business who I fuck, Cleo. And I don't need threats to do my job. You go ahead and tell Booker that I'll be there, but you keep your mouth shut about Bryne.”
The glint in Cleo's eyes said she saw more than I wanted her to, but before I could say anything else, she nodded. “Have fun with your girl, Dax, but make sure your head's in the game, or she'll be sorry.”
As she disappeared around the corner, I willed myself to calm down. As much as I wanted to go after her, wanted to go find Booker and tell him to stay the hell away from Bryne, I knew that wasn't the smart thing to do. And I had to be smart about it. No matter how much I told myself that this thing with Bryne wasn't anything important, I couldn't stand thinking that she could be hurt because of me.
“I'm ready to go.” Bryne wrapped her arm around mine. “You want me to take a car home, or did you want to go somewhere else?”
I looked down at her, saw her open expression. This wasn't some passive-aggressive shit. She really would be okay with whatever I wanted to do. I wrapped my arm around her waist as I made my decision.
“Let's get to a hotel. I want you naked and under me.”
Chapter Eleven
Bryne
I leaned back against Dax while ignoring the look he was giving me. I wasn't an idiot. I knew he didn't have a lot of money, especially since he wasn't working at the club anymore, and he'd already paid for our meal and the movie. I wouldn’t make him add a hotel room on top of that.
I wasn't sure if he'd been paying close attention the last time we'd gone to a hotel, or if he'd figured it had something to do with Gavin, but the minute I told the driver where I wanted to go, I'd known we needed to have a little talk.
“Bryne.” Dax's voice was tight. “I can't–”
“I know a little bit about your background.” I cut him off but still didn't look at him. “But you don't know a lot about mine.”
“I don't see–”
“I wasn't raised with money.” I opted for the short version since the long one was a bit too personal. We weren't there yet. “But my mom's family has it. After my dad died, Mom and I moved in with her grandparents.” A faint smile curved my lips even as a wave of sadness swept over me. “After Nana and Papa passed, I inherited everything.”
Seconds passed by as he absorbed this new information. Finally, he asked, “How much is everything?”
“Enough,” I said. “The room's on me.”
“Like hell it is.”
Great. Petulant Dax wouldn’t be any fun. I needed to nip this in the bud, or there'd be no point to getting a room.
“You're not my boyfriend.” I kept my tone gentle, but firm. “We were really clear about that, right? We aren't in a relationship, which means you can't pull the money card. I want to go here, so I'll pay for it.”
I expected an argument, and when I finally glanced at him, he didn't look happy. Before he could say anything though, I decided to play dirty. I reached over and ran my hand up his leg. The muscles under my hand tensed, then he sucked in a breath as I brushed my hand across his crotch.
The heat in his eyes as he turned toward me made my stomach clench, but I didn't back off. I wanted him so much that it almost hurt. If I had to be forward to make him see that the money didn't matter, then that's what I would do. If I had to emphasize the fact that we weren't a couple, I'd do that too.
“You trying to buy me off?”
“Depends,” I said.
“On what?”
“On what gets you naked the fastest.”
He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me against him, a wicked grin curving his lips a moment before his mouth came down on mine. His teeth scraped then bit my bottom lip until it throbbed. His fingers dug into me, as if he couldn't get me close enough. I understood the feeling, needing to move until I was straddling his lap, feeling his body hard against and beneath mine. I dug my nails into his chest, my other hand in his hair even as he fisted mine, using it to turn my head, deepen our kiss. His other hand splayed across the small of my back, his heat burning through my clothes. The strength I felt in his fingers made me shiver.
Todd was strong, and his touch had been pleasant. But nothing more than that. The relief I'd felt from his massage wasn’t sexual at all. With Dax, every touch was sexual. Every touch made me crave more, made intimate parts of my body throb and ache. I thought I knew what it was like to be turned on, to have my body need release.
And then I met Dax and realized I'd known nothing.
I ground down on him, my moan mingling with his. We had layers between us, but the memory of him inside me was so strong that I could almost feel it.
“Miss Bryne.”
Dax growled at the man's voice, his hands gripping me possessively. I might not have been his girlfriend, but his reaction left no doubt that I was his, if only for right now.
“Miss Bryne, we're here.”
Here? It took me another moment for the statement to get through, and only then did I break the kiss. Dax made an annoyed sound.
“We're at the hotel.” My voice was breathless, raw. “The quicker we get checked in, the quicker we can get to a room.”
I heard the driver laugh as Dax pulled me after him, barely taking the time to shut the door. I didn't pay much attention to it because as soon as we stepped inside the lobby, Dax's hand went from holding mine, to sliding around my waist and under my shirt. My stomach muscles fluttered as his fingers caressed my ribcage.
By the time we practically fell out of the elevator and into our hallway, everything about me was burning. Butterflies in my stomach. Arousal throbbing between my legs. Skin
tingling. My hands shook as I unlocked the door, and none of it was because of nerves.
“Clothes off,” Dax ordered as he reached for the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head. “I need you naked. Now.”
He finished first, crowding into me even as I was still trying to get out of my bra. He picked me up and my legs went around his waist, only the thin fabric of my panties keeping us from full skin-on-skin contact. He grabbed my hair, yanking it back so he could have access to my neck. Teeth and tongue on my skin made me moan and gasp, commanding my attention until he dropped me onto the plush armchair just a few feet from the door.
“Hands up. Grab the back of the chair.”
I did what he said without question, the edge to his voice making me shiver. If this was what it was like to be with someone who was dominant in the way people at Club Privé used the word, then I definitely needed to explore that option.
Dax knelt down, his cock already hard, curling up toward his stomach. He didn't look like he was going to just slam right into me though. The glint in his eyes said that he planned on making this memorable.
“Keep your hands there.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them off, tossing them over his shoulder without a second glance. “No touching.”
I nodded, wondering if this was what he'd be like at the club, in one of those special rooms. I made up my mind to talk to Carrie, not only about getting Dax his job back, but also about seeing if there was some sort of compromise we could make about me being allowed into the club to play.
His eyes stayed on my face as he grasped my ankle and lifted it. To my surprise, he draped it over the arm of the chair. When he picked up my other leg and moved it to the other arm, it took everything I had not to drop my hands to cover myself. He'd gone down on me before, but that sort of contact was different than being exposed like this.
“You have amazing tits,” he said as he cupped my breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. “Has anyone else gotten to touch them? Play with them?”
The questions caught me off guard, but I didn't even hesitate to answer them. “Kind of.” When his eyes narrowed, his gaze moving to my face, I clarified, “The guy I went to senior prom with copped a feel over my dress.”
I let out a startled yelp as he pinched my nipples. Hard. He kept staring at me as he pinched me again, then rolled the stinging flesh. The pain was different than anything I'd ever felt. It was similar to when he'd spanked me the other day, but this was rougher. Rougher than I ever imagined I would want. But I did want it. I'd been wet before, but each twinge of electric pleasure sent another flood of arousal to my pussy until I could feel it dripping on the chair beneath me.
I flushed, unsure if the reaction was from being embarrassed or being turned on. Considering the way I arched into his touch, I guessed it was more of the latter than the former.
“So I'm the only man who's gotten to taste them?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I didn't know what had gotten into him, but I liked it. In fact, I was pretty sure I was more than halfway to something more than like, despite how dangerous I knew that was.
He leaned down and took one aching nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, not bothering to ease me into it.
“Dax!” I cried out his name when he bit down, just on this side of pain. He repeated the same actions on my other nipple. Suck. Bite.
“Do you want me to stop?” He looked up at me. “All you have to do is say the word. Tell me you don't like what I'm doing and I'll stop.”
He would, I knew. He might push me, might be trying things that I'd never tried before, but he would never force me into something I didn't want.
I used my arms as leverage and pushed my breasts up toward him. “More.”
My head fell back as his mouth latched onto me again. He alternated back and forth, using fingers and teeth to twist and pull, suction and tongue to torment. My breasts were heavy, pressure coiling tight inside me, working me toward what I knew would be an explosive orgasm. The moment his thumb brushed against my clit, that was it.
Pleasure crashed into me, almost painful in its intensity. I felt Dax's hands on my ankles, holding them down as my body tensed, but it wasn't until I opened my eyes a few moments later, that I realized my ankles were the only places he was touching me, and he wasn't doing anything more than holding me. Instead, he was watching me with something that looked almost like awe.
Before I could become self-conscious, he spoke, “Did any other man ever make you come?”
I shook my head. “Only the men in my head.”
He chuckled, but there was something primal and almost dark to the sound. “Good. I don't like the idea of anyone else getting to see you come.”
A shiver ran through me, and a part of me even dared to hope that his words meant he wanted to be the only one giving me orgasms for a while. I bit my bottom lip, refusing to even think about anything other than getting to have sex with him. That was enough.
He shifted until he was almost sitting on his heels, then grabbed my hips and yanked me to the edge of the chair. I had about three seconds to feel a bit of friction burn on my back before the sensation disappeared beneath the exquisite pleasure of Dax's tongue buried in my pussy. He kept his hands on the inside of my thighs, keeping me spread wide as he lapped up the evidence of my previous climax and worked me toward another.
I wasn't even aware I'd dropped my hands to Dax's head, trying to hold him against me, until I felt his teeth on my clit. My eyes flew open to see him staring at me. Slowly, I raised my hands back up behind me, and he raised his head.
“Next time, I'll stop and make you suck my cock while I finger you to the edge half a dozen times. You’ll be screaming before I decide to let you come.”
His breath against my pussy made me shiver.
Or maybe it was his words that did it.
“Say you understand.”
“I understand.” The words were barely a whisper.
While I desperately wanted to come, a part of me also wanted to know what it would feel like for him to follow through. To have him in my mouth, feel the weight of him, taste him. To be driven to the edge and held there.
Then he lowered his mouth again and took me, screaming, to the edge and over. It was almost brutal, the way he licked around and over and in, then attacking my clit until I came. He didn't let up though, continuing to suck on the swollen bundle of nerves until it was throbbing as much as my nipples.
“Please!” The word tore out of me when I couldn't take anything else.
My body was still shaking when he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. I moaned as he sat me down, then rolled me onto my stomach, my head at the edge of the bed. Something brushed against my lips and my eyes fluttered open. His cock hovered in front of my face, and I didn't even hesitate to flick out my tongue against the tip, the taste of him bursting across my taste buds.
“Open.”
I did as he said, prickles of pain and pleasure moving across my overly sensitive nipples as they rubbed against the bedspread. He slid between my lips, moving across my tongue until he almost went too far. Before I could gag though, he pulled back. I pushed myself up on my elbows to make it easier to breathe, but I didn't touch him, letting him slowly thrust into my mouth. I concentrated on tasting him, running my tongue over the soft skin, learning the feel of him.
He reached down and cupped my chin, his thumb running across my bottom lip. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck your mouth. Make you take me all the way to the root. Feel your throat around me. Watch you swallow every drop, then lick your swollen lips.”
I didn't know what turned me on more, his actions or his words.
“But I want that tight cunt more.”
He pulled out of my mouth, walked around to the other side of the bed, and grabbed my ankles. I cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, as he yanked me across the bed. I was pretty sure wearing a bra tomorrow would be ex
cruciating, but it was already worth it.
Even as my toes brushed the carpet, I heard the now-familiar sound of a condom wrapper ripping, and braced myself for what I knew was coming. Being prepared didn't stop me from keening as he slammed into me. There was no tenderness, no gentleness, but I hadn't asked for either of those things. This was passion and desire, the total and complete loss of self and immersion in the animalistic act of two bodies coming together.
And I let myself take it all. Every thrust of his thick cock that stretched me wide and hit me deep. Every dig of his fingers into my hips. Every grunt of pleasure from him. Every wave of ecstasy that washed over me.
I didn't let anything else in, didn't let anything mar what was happening between us. I wanted him, and he wanted me. And as I came for the third time, that was enough. Spots danced in front of my eyes, and I felt the world going gray as he called out my name. I allowed myself a burst of pride before letting the darkness consume me.
Chapter Twelve
Dax
I couldn't stop myself from climbing into the bed with her after I cleaned us both up. She passed out right after she came – something I wouldn't deny brought a burst of pride – and hadn't even stirred when I ran a damp washcloth between her legs. My stomach clenched as I looked at her pink, swollen pussy, at her delicious nipples. I'd never thought there was anything specifically appealing about fucking a virgin, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how I was the only man who'd ever put my mouth on her, was inside her.
So far.
The two words popped into my head, and a flare of anger went through me. I pushed it all down as I pulled the blankets over us and wrapped my arms around her. I couldn't stay all night, no matter how much I wanted to, but I would take what I could get. She made a soft noise and snuggled back against me. My cock gave an interested twitch, and I briefly considered rethinking my decision not to stay. I could let her rest for a bit, then wake her up nice and slow. Slide my fingers between her legs until I coaxed an orgasm out of her. Then take her from behind, maybe even push my thumb into her ass, see if it was as tight as I thought it would be.