“I could—” Aiden grips me by my lapels.
“I’m going to kick your fucking ass later,” Aiden whispers in my ear, and I smirk at Jessa. Oh, poor man has it down bad. Iguess I’m not one to judge, considering I’m currently obsessed with a woman I met at a glory hole.
“I could… just head over and get a drink. Nice speaking with you, Jessa,” I say to her, giving my brother a wink and I can tell he wants to probably hit me. It’s too easy getting him riled up.
But with him occupied by his little crush, it gives me plenty of time to head to the Key Club and wait for my code to enter.
I do have to leave the building and head around back to wait at the entrance.
It’s been running through my head how unhealthy this all is, but I don’t care.
After seeing Vanessa, all I want to feel is the simple release that the Key Club and Honey brings me.
I rest my forehead against the door, realizing my fucking solace is a hole in a wall—literally.
My phone vibrates with the code and I input it. The door whirls. I leave my phone at the entrance before turning the knob to the heart room.
It would probably be cleaner, less attachment, if I took her to the other room. But I find myself craving what little intimacy we can get in this situation.
I chalk it all up to having what I can’t have.
Surely I’m not wanting something more outside of the Key Club?
A groan escapes me when I see what’s waiting for me. Honey’s perfect ass and pussy are on display, but she’s wearing tights that are stretched over her skin.
She wants me to rip them apart and take what I want.
Fuck.
This woman was made for me, yet a wall separates us.
I drag a fingertip along her stockings, the touch nearly feather light. Just enough to let her know that I’m in the room and plan on toying with her.
There’s this feral part of me that wants to drag her ass through this wall and fuck her on the floor while she looks at me and knows exactly who fucks her the way she needs. It’s evident she needs this as much as I do.
Two peas in a very fucked-up pod.
I press my palm against her stocking-covered cunt, feeling how wet she is with anticipation.
How could she possibly know how much a pair of stockings would turn me on? I mean, of course, there’s my extensive profile, but this wasn’t on the list.
I press my palm harder against her pussy, almost like I’m physically showing her that it belongs to me.
Which it fucking does.
At least when we’re inside of these walls—she belongs to me.
I should be thinking about what I want outside of this room and club. But I’m mesmerized by her body as I grab two sides of her stockings and rip them down the middle. She flinches, and the nylon stretches against her skin, nearly digging into her soft flesh.
Her pussy and tight little hole are exposed. Wetness is already dripping out of her entrance and I use my fingers to collect her arousal and slide it over her needy clit.
Is this the highlight of her week? Has she been thinking about how my hands feel on her constantly?
If she hasn’t, I plan on fucking her so good she doesn’t leave this room without the painful reminder of how well fucked she is.
I may have denied her last time, but this time we’re going to aim for over abundance. At least as much as I can give her without being able to see her reactions or hear her voice. Fuck, how am I wanting more with this woman?
With a hand on the wall, I steady myself down to my knees and grip her rounded ass with both hands before I devour her clit.
