I’m not every woman’s cup of tea.
When I make it to the foyer on the other side of the Social Room, I hesitate for only a minute. I spent last night in the Silo, and I’ll be there tomorrow evening for the Masquerade opener. I’m not feeling the Orgy Room right now because I’m also feeling a bit selfish, and in that room, I tend to share the spoils.
Nope. Tonight, I want a more laid-back atmosphere and I want a woman riding me, so I choose The Waterfall Room and turn left.
When I enter, I don’t bother to appreciate the lavish decor of high-quality furniture and custom fabrics. I only take a moment to observe the woman lying on her back under the waterfall while some dude eats her out and the water cascades down on them.
After a quick survey, I hone in on an empty couch beside the pool. I uncap my water as I stride there, not making eye contact with anyone. Once I take a swallow, I close the bottle and then set it on the table beside the couch. I undo my belt and pull it free, then unzip my jeans and pull my cock out.
I keep one booted foot firmly on the floor and plant my other on the cushion as I lean back and start to stroke myself.
It takes thirty seconds for a woman to approach me, and I lazily slide my eyes up to take her in. Blonde bombshell.
Enough said.
“Want a ride?” I ask, nodding toward my impressively large erection.
She licks her lips and nods.
“Get naked, then.”
She does.
When she starts toward the couch to presumably straddle me, I shake my head. “Get yourself wet for me.”
“But I am,” she coos.
I reach out with my free hand, push it between legs that spread wide for me, and brush my finger through her bare lips. “Nice piercing,” I comment as I brush against warmed metal. She’s got a stud above her clit.
When I slip inside, she is indeed wet.
“Feels good,” she moans.
I pull my finger free and flick it against her piercing. Her hips buck.
“Condom’s in my back pocket.” I continue to stroke myself.
The blonde bends over, fantastically huge tits swaying with the motion right in front of my face, and my mouth waters slightly. I’m a total breast man, but, like I said… tonight, I’m feeling selfish.
When she has the condom free of the wrapper, she doesn’t need any encouragement from me to put it on. I release my hold on my dick and concentrate on the sensation of her rolling it on.
Making a slight adjustment on the couch, I hold my hand out to her and she takes it. When she has her knees planted beside my hips, she puts her hands on my shoulders for balance. Her eyes are shining brightly as she leans her face closer to mine.
“Been waiting for you to notice me, Walsh,” she says breathlessly.
I don’t point out that I didn’t notice her because that would just be mean, and I don’t get off on being cruel.
“Can’t wait to have that hot cunt wrapped around me, baby,” I say, not bothering to ask her name because I don’t care what it is.
But she takes the compliment and lets me guide my cock to her opening. When the tip is nestled in, I release my hold and lean back.
“Go to town,” I encourage.
And she does, sliding down on my shaft so swiftly I see the slight wince on her face as she burns from the stretch. My dick is just plain big.
When she bottoms out on me, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, which is a sexy-as-fuck move on any woman, and starts to ride.
I hold still, fighting the urge to grab her hips to fuck her hard from beneath. I love doing that to a woman; getting so much power into my upward thrusts I’ve almost tossed a woman or two off me before.
But tonight, I’m going to let her do the work, because again… feeling selfish.
And she’s good, too. Her toned thighs tell me she’s an excellent top rider, and she grinds her pussy down hard each time. I want desperately to play around with that stud above her clit, but I’d rather her get off on my cock alone.
I can tell this is a woman who knows how to get it from cock alone, so I let her ride me hard.
I concentrate on those tits bouncing, her little yips of pleasure, and sometimes moans of pain as I swell even bigger inside her.
When she starts to come, she loses some momentum, so my hands come to her hips and I put a little effort into the game.
I punch my hips up, squeezing my ass muscles hard at the apex, and let gravity pull me back out. In and out, up and down, driving into hot, wet pussy that’s got my balls starting to pull inward.
One last powerful drive upward, and I clamp my teeth down and groan out my release. God, it’s fucking good.
Never had a bad orgasm in my life, but this one is particularly good.
The woman collapses on top of me, her fingers sifting through my dark shoulder-length hair. I let her lay like that for a moment until I feel myself start to soften, then I’m gently pushing her up and off.
She sits on her haunches, a satisfied smirk on her face like she’s the only one who has rocked my world that way. I don’t disabuse her of that notion, though.
“Want me to lick you clean?” she asks with a sexy purr, her hands pulling the condom off me.
“No thanks, baby.” I gently pick her up and stand her on the floor. Pushing off the couch, I tuck myself into my pants. I pick up my belt and quickly put it back on.
Reaching over, I grab my water bottle before planting a quick kiss on her cheek. “But you were amazing.”
I turn around and leave the Waterfall Room.
I don’t look back.
CHAPTER 2
Jorie
I suck down the last of my wine and put my glass on the bar. “Okay, let’s do this.”
“Are you sure?” Elena asks.
“Absofuckinglutely,” I reply, shoring up my resolve. “But you can’t watch me. That would just be too weird.”
“You can watch me,” she says with a grin.
“Even weirder,” I quip and loop my arm through hers.
I let my best friend, Elena, talk me into spending five hundred dollars of money I have no right to spend on a sex club. But the money has been paid, I’ve had a few glasses of wine, and I need to prove to myself that I am adventurous when it comes to sex.
You see… when your husband wants to separate because you’re a “little dull in bed,” it makes you want to do really bad things.
I’d moved back home to Henderson, Nevada from Los Angeles three weeks ago after Vince told me to leave our marital home. I’d like to say it was a complete shock, but it wasn’t. Things hadn’t been right between us for over a year. There was the fighting, which could get vicious because Vince doesn’t sugarcoat anything, and there were the hectic work schedules that exhausted me to the point I just wanted to drop into bed at the end of a twelve-hour workday. And yes, there was the fact it was just easier to lay on my back and let him bust a nut so I could just go to sleep, but I didn’t think those were things that would unilaterally lead him to call it quits.
There was no discussion.
Just a resounding “no” to my offer to go to counseling.
Hell, I even offered to go to sex therapy with him, but he said he needed space to figure things out.
God, I was confused, and pissed, and depressed, and when it became apparent he really wanted me to leave, it hit hard that my marriage was over.