I shrug. “I’ve never been poor. I’ve always had something. My mum did her best for me and my two brothers. But now I’m comfortable. I’m happy. That’s all there is to it. Now you can runin the opposite direction if you like because I know I’m as boring as beans.”
Max chuckles at me. What did I say that was funny?
“Why would I run? I don’t find you boring. Anyone that can pull off those moves on a pole gets ten out of ten from me.”
I twirl my gin glass between my fingers, draw in my lip, and bite down on it so hard I can taste the metallic tang in my mouth. Max leans into me, pulls my lip from between my teeth with his thumb, and says, “Don’t tease me. I’m fantasising about biting that lip.”
Heat shoots to my core, making me squirm in my seat, which then sends shockwaves to my pulsing clit. He might be dreaming about my lip, but I’ve always fantasised about being taken by a dominant man, a strong man, a man who knows what he’s doing. That’s why I read smut, because I live that fantasy through the characters I absorb.
“Your body language is telling me that you find that thought intriguing.”
I raise my eyebrows and smile wickedly at him. “I guess I’d make a terrible poker player if you can read me from one glance.”
“I’ve been glancing at you all night, since my eyes landed on you at the bar earlier this evening. When you arrived, you looked like you’d rather be anywhere but here. Then, as time wore on, the drinks were flowing, the music picked up tempo, and you eased into the night. That’s when you become alive. Your sweet body swayed to the music without you even realising you were doing it.”
I blush at the thought of his eyes being on me all night without me knowing. Is he some kind of stalker?
“Then, when you stepped up onto that podium to pole dance… well, I about creamed my pants like a horny fucking teenager. It was the hottest sight I’ve seen in… well, a long time.”
That heat within me intensifies. I feel like I’m going to burst into flames. Do I just sit here, being tortured by his words, or do I take the plunge and ask him to take this elsewhere? I wish I was more streetwise when it comes to sex and emotions. Give me a dirty house, a cloth, and a bottle of bleach any day. I know what I’m doing with them.
“What’s wrong, Lexi? Have I rendered you speechless?” His thumb runs from my chin down to my breastbone, and then further south until he reaches my thigh. His fingers clench around my leg tenderly, one brushing against my begging pussy. A moan escapes my lips. I take a large gulp of my drink to distract me from what we’re doing in this booth. No one is paying us the blindest bit of notice, but I feel like I’m on full display. My cheeks flame, my heart races, and my palms are sweaty… but I like it. No, that’s an understatement. I love it.
“You strike me as a woman who knows what she likes, Lexi.” I swallow an imaginary golf ball that’s stuck in my throat. “What would you do if I did this?” He parts the material of my dress from the split that rides up my thigh. His masculine hand on my soft, delicate skin is like electric jolts powering me up.
His hand runs higher up my thigh, his thumb edging under my lace panties. I feel my legs parting for him without my consent. My clit is swollen and hard, and his thumb rubs lazy circles around it, turning my body to molten lava.
“Oh…” is the only word that can leave my mouth.
He leans in so close to me, and his mouth bites down on my ear. “I want to see you come right here on this spot. I want to feel your cum on my hands.”
His dirty words push me over the edge, and my back arches, pushing myself further into his touch. His mouth covers mine, stopping the cries of pleasure that I was about to scream out into the club. My body pulses, jolts, and milks every bit of this amazing orgasm. An orgasm I didn’t think was possible.Wow!I’ve been with the wrong men all my life.
He pulls back from the kiss on my lips, pushes my hair behind my ear, and makes me look him in the eye. “I want you. Will you come with me?”
I should be saying no. I should be running in the opposite direction, but my brain isn’t working. All I can do is nod. I feel like a bitch on heat.
He grabs my bag with one hand, my hand with his other hand, and practically drags me from the booth. We don’t leave from the entrance we came in; we leave from the fire exit at the back of the private area. I don’t even question where we’re going. I think, right now, I’d follow this man to the pits of hell if it meant I’d get a piece of his body other than his hand.
He pushes open another door labelledprivate, closes it behind me, and spins me around so my chest is flush against the door. Am I scared? No. I’m anything but scared. He unzips my dress from behind me and it pools at my feet, leaving me standing with my naked breasts against the cold door. He runs his finger down my spine, shockwaves rippling through my body, and goosebumps pebbling all over my skin. He drags my hair to the side to reveal my shoulder. His teeth sink into my flesh, causing my body to spasm, but not enough to hurt.
“You’re so responsive to my touch, Lexi. I want to fuck you right here. Is that okay?”
He now has manners. Fuck me sideways. “Yes,” I breathe out on a sigh.
“Here, put your foot on this.” He helps me lift my leg to place my foot on the stationery chair right beside us, opening my core wide, the cool air hitting my begging flesh, and he reaches around to my clit, punishing the bundle of nerves all over again. This time I cry out. He doesn’t stop me, and I don’t care who hears me. He pushes lower, pushing two fingers inside of me, finding that sweet spot that no one has ever found before.
“Fuck!” I scream out. My legs buckle, but Max’s other hand grips my waist and keeps me upright. I gush all over his hand. I feel embarrassed. I know it’s a natural response, but I’ve never done that before. I feel uncomfortable, and my mind is racing through everything Max might be thinking about it.
“Good girl. Now it’s onto round three.” He kisses my neck tenderly.
He turns me around, never losing the hold he has of me. I’m grateful for his touch right now because I have no power in my legs.
He lowers his zipper and pulls out his dick.What the…I thought he would be big, but that… it’s never going to fit inside me.
“I wish I had a camera on me to capture the look on your face right now. I can’t decipher if it’s shock, horror, or need.”
I bite down on my lip nervously. I have no words. I watch Max retrieve a condom from his wallet and place it onto his incredible shaft in record time. If I blinked, I’d have missedit. At least one of us has our marbles intact and is thinking clearly, because sexual health and unwanted pregnancy never even entered my head. Between the alcohol, the heat, and sexual tension, my brain is fried.
