My forehead falls to hers. “I’ve wanted to do this all day, it’s been driving me crazy to see you in class and not touch you,” I say before going in for another kiss, just as I slip two fingers into the wet heat of her pussy and begin to pump.
Her free hand comes to rest on my shoulder to steady herself, and rocks against my hand, as I apply pressure to her swollen clit with the heel of my palm, bringing her the friction she needs, all the while, her eyes never leave mine.
Her breaths quicken and grow shallower with every stroke of my fingers as I curl them inside her channel, searching for that one special spot…
I feel her legs begin to tremble as she struggles to hold herself up and a moan escapes her.
“Stay quiet, don’t make a sound. We don’t need an audience,” I warn while keeping my pace with my fingers as I coax her towards her orgasm.
I can feel her walls squeezing my fingers, so I know she’s close, her juices coating my hand.
A few more strokes of my fingers and she’s mine.
Her orgasm tears through her body, and her eyes drift closed, her head tipping back against the wall behind her. Her teeth sink into the flesh of her bottom lip as she tries to suppress her scream.
The sight of her succumbing to her pleasure is the single most beautiful thing I’ve seen.
I don’t let up. I let her ride out her orgasm on my fingers until she begins to come down from her high, the last few tremors racking through her body.
Her chest is heaving when I finally pull out my fingers, and her warm chocolate eyes slowly open to meet mine, waiting for my next move.
I bring my hand up to my face and wrap my lips around my fingers, her sweet taste exploding on my tongue.
Her mouth parts, her eyes wide as if she can’t believe what she’s seeing. A blush creeps up to stain her cheeks as she watches me.
Once my fingers are clean, I press my mouth to hers, letting her taste herself on my lips, I half expect her to pull back, but she doesn’t, instead she sweeps her tongue inside my mouth, deepening the kiss. The fact that she’s enjoying tasting herself has me close to shooting my load in my pants like a fucking teenager.
After a few moments, I pull away. “Now, do you still think I want to change my mind?”
She shakes her head, smiling.
Just as she turns to leave, but I pull her back, my arm snaking around her waist to I steal another kiss.
I hold her close, wanting to feel the warmth of her body just a little bit longer.
Chapter 27
Quinn
Nerves wrack through my body as I begin to dance. This is the first time I’ve been back since the assault and I’m more nervous than usual, memories plaguing my mind. Before I came on stage tonight, Rick gave me an encouraging smile. I’m surprised at how understanding he’s been about the whole thing, and for some reason I didn’t expect him to be so nice about it. Sure, he’s a bit of a creep, but not a patch onhim.
I manage to get through the routine without hiccup and I exit the stage, collecting the scattering of bills that litter the platform.
When it comes to the private dances, I assure Rick that I’m okay, although on the inside I’m a mess.
I lead the client into the room and push him back gently down onto the sofa before beginning my dance. My usual song of choice isOftenby The Weeknd, but after what happened last time, the song just evokes bad memories that I’d rather forget, so instead I opt forPut It On Meby Matt Maeson.
The man I’m dancing for is in his mid-thirties, a handsome face, the complete opposite as Angel guy, and it helps to make me feel more at ease. He doesn’t try to touch me, or make crude comments, just lets me do my thing and watches with awe, occasionally adjusting himself in his pants.
It’s not until halfway when I’m circling my hips while straddling his lap that I start to tremble, involuntary tears springing to my eyes. I take deep steady breaths to calm myself, but it has zero effect.
“Are you alright?” he asks, bringing his hand up to my arm but I jerk away. I know deep down he didn’t mean any harm, he just wanted to make sure I was okay.
“I’m… I’m so sorry.”
“Did I do something to upset you?” His eyes are wide in shock and concern.
“No, it’s not you. It’s me… I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” I spin around and rush from the room.
