But I don’t want gentle. Not right now. Not when our lives could be on the line.
I push my pussy into his face roughly, and he gets the hint. He starts feasting in a fevered frenzy, darting his tongue in and out before running it through my folds and homing in on my clit. Within seconds, an orgasm is building.
I grip the tassels of his living room rug as I ascend into the heavens.
“Fuck, Harrison!”
“You like that, sexy? You like it when I eat your beautiful pussy?”
“There is nothing I like more.”
A man has never treated me like this before.
Made sure I got my pleasure before pummeling himself into me.
I undulate my hips up and down, up and down, until I’ve lost track of the orgasms he’s giving me. All I know is that I’m seeing stars, and that nothing else in the world matters except for Harrison’s tongue on me.
He finally emerges and wipes his chin, that same March Harrison look from before in his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now, Bianca. I’m going to fuck you with my huge cock. I’m going to rip you open, burn you. Brand you from the inside the way you branded me on the outside.”
“Please, Harrison. I want you.”
“Same here, sweetheart.” He gets on his knees and thrusts into me.
In and out, in and out. I pray it will never end.
But he’s so worked up that it’s not long before he’s spilling into me.
He rolls over next to me on the carpet, playing with my right breast. “God, I love fucking you, Bianca.”
I’d prefer if the words love and fucking were reversed in that sentence, but I’ll take it for now. I place a hand on his cheek. “Same here, stud.”
Every time we’ve had sex, it’s been wonderful. But this one was different. We had more passion, more feeling. We’re beginning to show our true colors to one another, and I’m savoring every minute of it.
Because if something goes wrong at the club tonight…
This might be the last time we’ll ever be together.
Harrison furrows his brow. “The server’s entrance is through the ladies’ restroom?”
I shrug, looking him over. I put some eyeliner on him and some shadow and highlight to change the appearance of his face’s contours. With a little luck, he won’t be recognizable.
“Servers only come and go through the entrance before and after patrons are present. The majority of them are women, anyway, so it’s not a huge deal.”
“I guess that makes sense.” He looks around as we enter the familiar alleyway off Randolph and State. “Where exactly do we go from here?”
“Around the corner. There’s a hidden stairway.” I lead him to a black door. Unlike the member entrance, this one is unmarked. A small keypad rests where a deadbolt would normally be.
“What’s the code?”
“Easy. Rouge’s birthday. The tenth of June. Zero-six-one-zero.”
He raises an eyebrow. “That seems like it would be really easy for someone to guess.”
“It would be if Rouge hadn’t wiped every copy of her birth certificate—and every other record indicating her true date of birth—out of existence,” I reply.
“Why would she do that?”
I shrug. “She says it’s so no one can know her true age.”
