“Sounds like a plan.”
Twenty minutes later, Jonah—that’s the bartender’s name, by the way—informs me that he’s going on break.
Before I can even attempt to play it coy, he rounds the bar and takes me by the hand, dragging me along like a bemused puppy on a leash. And to my surprise and immense thrill, he brings me to the door—thatdoor, to the private area of the club.
It has no lock or anything. He just whips it open and pulls me through, which seems weird until we’re on the other side and I realize this hallway just leads to more doors. And another big security-looking guy, sitting on a stool, keeping watch.
Jonah fishes a key card out of his tiny shorts while I try not to look at the surveillance cameras Iknoware watching me.
“Hi, G,” Jonah says to the bouncer, who’s looking me up and down.
He says nothing, simply raises a brow as Jonah taps his key card on a black rectangle on the wall. The light flashes green, and the door unlocks. Jonah smirks, yanking me through while I keep my head down.
“Are you sure we’re allowed back here?” I have to ask because it’s immediately clear this is the private area of the club, and you wouldn’t think bartenders are allowed to bring whoever they want inside such an elusive place. “I don’t want you getting in trouble…”
“How sweet,” Jonah croons, pulling me up another long hallway. “It’s fine, G loves me.”
My brow arches.That guy out there? The silent muscle?
“Plus, after one, Dom is usually preoccupied.”
I’m intrigued by this, though not surprised. I don’t know what manager of a sex club wouldn’t get up to his own stuff… It’s not exactly shocking.
So long as I stay camouflaged and way off his radar, I’m good. The last thing I need is the only person in this building who knows The Ivory noticing me.
Being as subtle as I can, I take in every inch of my surroundings, committing it all to memory. Until Jonah pushes open a door and shoves me into a dark room.
I’m not sure what kind of room it is, and I don’t have time to figure it out. In a flash, he has me pressed up against a wall.
“We can fuck if you want,” he rasps in between kissing me.Hungrily. I mean, his tongue is all up in my mouth, and he’s biting me and rubbing his crotch against mine so hard, I swear I can feel every ridge of his dick through both of our pants. “But I only have twenty minutes.”
My head is spinning, but I have to play this just right. Who knows if I’ll get another chance to come back here.I want to explore…
Which means I need to keep Jonah happy, but also get rid of him.
So, I do what I think will accomplish both of those things.
I drop to my knees.
This is actually only my second time doing this. The first time was with that kid I hooked up with back home. He wanted to do it to me, but I wasn’t really feeling that, so I opted to do it to him instead. To placate him, but mostly, keep him from doing it to me, since I’m pretty sureeveryguy wants it to be done to them, and I didn’t want to seem weird.
Opening Jonah’s pants, I’m trying to channel the confidence of someone else. Take on the role of someone who knows what the hell they’re doing, while he hums, “Mmm… I’ll take that.” His thumb brushes over my lower lip. I peek up at him with his erection right in front of my face. “Hungry, baby?”
I swallow a mouthful of nerves, wasting no time parting my lips. His dick is bigger than the last one, but notmassive, so I guess that’s good. I won’t pretend to know what I’m doing, but I think the last guy liked it—unless he was lying, but I don’t think he was—so I just repeat the same actions.
Lick. Kiss. Suck. Running my tongue up and down the smooth skin, kissing the crown, and sucking on it gingerly.
“Fffuck yea…” Jonah shudders, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
That gets a twitch from inside my own pants, followed by a rush of heat up my neck, into my face. Good thing it’s dark in here.
I start out doing what I think would feel good, more like teasing it. But then his grip on my hair gets tighter, and I’m sure that means he wants more sucking. So I switch it up and move onto what I’ve seen in porn, hoovering him between my lips.
“Uhh, that’s it… sweet fucking mouth,” he groans, keeping it quiet, I imagine because we’re not supposed to be in here.
And that thought, more than anything else about this encounter, gives me a throb between the legs. It’s subtle… But the more I think about it, the more that flame rises from a tiny flicker, like someone is gradually turning up the heat on a gas burner.
This is so bad…
