The VIP Room(83)

I had to be fast. We’d only been in there for a few minutes, but I had no idea if anyone would be coming, or if the doors on either side of us led anywhere. Maybe they’d open and people would come streaming out. Just the thought spurred me to get on with it. I’d have plenty of time to linger over his cock later. For now, I needed to stay focused.

He was too big for me to take all of him in my mouth. I wasn’t exactly the queen of blow jobs. I’d given a few. Mainly to boyfriends, of which there hadn’t been many. It had been a while since I’d been here, kneeling before a man, my hand on him, lips open and eager.

Actually, my lips had never been eager. And I’d never thought of it as a ‘cock’. Always a penis if I mentally used a word for it at all. What I had before me was a cock. Thick and long, this was the tool of a man, not a boy.

I circled my hand around his girth, unable to close my fingers. I whimpered at the thought of taking him between my legs. The pressure. I’d be so full. I licked his head, tasting the drop of moisture at the tip. Musky and male.

I wanted more. Using my hand to stroke where my mouth couldn’t reach, I dropped my jaw and took as much of him as I could. Above me, I heard a low groan.

I moaned in response, the vibration teasing him as I sucked and licked, my hand stroking in the same rhythm. With my other hand, I cupped his balls, pressing two fingers into his perineum. He thrust back at me, driving his cock deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

I choked for a second before I relaxed. With any other man, that would have been it. I would have pushed him back, overwhelmed. But I’d never wanted a cock like this before. I wanted him in my mouth, wanted his taste, wanted to feel him come and know I’d given that to him.

Breathing through my nose, I tried to relax and let him thrust, twisting my hand, sucking in hard pulls. I stroked my tongue around the head of his cock when he drew back, tasting every inch of him. My *, so recently satisfied, pulsed between my legs, jealous of my mouth. It wanted him to f*ck between my legs instead of my lips.

I was happy exactly where I was, inhaling his scent, feeling the need build in his jagged thrusts. His balls pulled tight to his body, and I sucked harder, not letting myself ease back as he buried his cock in the opening of my throat and came, groaning my name into the empty hall.

I sucked out the last of his orgasm, reveling in the taste of his come. Another first. I’d swallowed before, but never because I really wanted to. This time, I’d needed it, needed to feel his pleasure inside me. Fingertips caressed the side of my face with a touch that was almost sweet.

Then his hands were under my arms and I was on my feet, shoved back into the wall, his mouth on mine, my body pressed to the length of his. When he broke away, we were both panting. He stepped back and busied himself straightening his clothes. I looked down, suddenly shy, wiping the backs of my fingers across my mouth.

I had a sudden wish for lipstick, or at least some gloss. Something that might shield my mouth from others, a cosmetic armor against anyone realizing what I’d just done.

Unfortunately, I’d brought a tiny purse that held nothing more than my phone, my ID and a debit card. I hadn’t thought to add any makeup, not even lip gloss. I’d have to brazen it out. It wasn’t like I’d done anything wrong, anyway.

Finished with his belt, Dylan took my elbow once more, leading me back into the crowded casino floor. I managed to keep up without tripping over my heels, my head spinning. It went without saying that I’d never done anything like that before.

No one had seen us, so it wasn’t exactly public sex, but it was closer than I’d ever come. The idea that Dylan had wanted me so badly sent tingles down my spine. Me, plump, boring, Leigha Carmichael had somehow managed to interest a man like Dylan Kane. I couldn’t quite take it in.

Up ahead, through the crowd, I spotted my family waiting for me. Taking a deep breath, I told myself to get it together. Facing my sisters with my head in the clouds was a bad idea. They could eat me alive when I was on guard. Distracted, they’d pull me apart in seconds.





Chapter 6





Dylan





She was completely unexpected. When I saw her in the bar, I was drawn by her abundant curves - those ripe tits and her round ass pushing the seams of her conservative dress to its limits.

Then we met, and her sweet, shy demeanor was its own hook, as were her pretty face and her clear grey eyes. Instead of jumping on my offer of help, she’d pushed me away. It wasn’t my power that made her melt, it was my body. One kiss and she’d been creaming all over me.

I knew women found me attractive. They’d been after me since I hit my first growth spurt at fourteen. As I’d grown older, and more visibly successful, it got harder to tell what they wanted more, me or what was in my bank account.

Not Leigha. Unless she was an exceptional actress, news of my wealth and position had only made her more nervous. Until I got my hands on her, that is. Then she’d gone wild. That kiss was insane.

One touch of my lips and she’d opened for me, her tongue reaching for mine, letting me guide her onto my lap, not even flinching when my hand slid under her skirt. If her sister hadn’t called, I’d have been f*cking that sweet, tight * a minute after getting my hands on her ass.

And her tits were exceptional. I couldn’t even think about those without getting fully hard and I’d only just come in her mouth. Jesus, let’s not forget about that mouth.