Leaning against the wall, he smokes a cigar, slinking it to the side of his mouth when he sees me. That predatory smile greets me when he takes out the cigar and my nerves tingle.
“Hello Lilly St. James,” he says and those eyes of his drink me in.
“Hello,” I answer and a deep chuckle rumbles within the walls of his chest.
“We meet again,” he muses and puts out the cigar.
“We have.”
I want to mention the money, but I hold my tongue. I keep my silence, knowing not to talk about that. Not only is it against club policy because it ruins the fantasy, but I know of my own accord that it shouldn’t be mentioned. Paying for sex isn’t normally something people talk about on the regular.
It’s no different here.
He walks up to me and circles me slowly, eyes on me burning everywhere they touch.
I don’t think I’ve ever met a man with such a powerful presence, who could have such an effect on me with just the way he looks at me.
He stops behind me and comes close to my ear. My nerves stand on end and my pulse races.
“You’re afraid of me,” he notes, and I turn to look at him. He’s too close, so close his lips are inches away from mine.
I attempt to shake my head. “No,” I lie, and I think he knows it for a lie.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me… Lilly,” he says lingering on the last syllable of my name. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You aren’t?” I ask. The words fall from my lips before I can think of what I’m asking.
“No… I can see though that you have questions on your mind. Why don’t you just ask me what you want,” he says.
I think for a moment and something comes to me. something that shouldn’t reveal how wary I am. “What are we doing tonight?”
The corners of his lips turn up into a smile. “Not the same thing we did last night. Tonight, I want more. Tonight… I want you.”
Of course, he does. What did I expect for ten grand?
“Tonight, I want more of you, you the angel,” he adds and moves in closer. So, close his breath tickles my skin, so close my nipples tighten painfully from the effect of him. He turns his smile up a notch and I almost believe he knows the effect he has on me. In fact, I think he does. he knows. There’s no way he doesn’t know. Not with that magnetic force of attraction so strong it’s stifling.
He takes the edge of my chin and lifts it, his fingers gracing my skin, reminding me of last night when he touched me.
“Tonight, I want more than a taste Angel. I want to fuck you hard. So hard you never will never forget me,” he clarifies, and his dirty words sends a shiver of delight through me that makes me crave him.
His words make me want him to take me exactly the way he wants and do whatever he wants to me. Shame fills me at the realization that money aside I’d be the same way. I’d want this.
I don’t know how I can want this, even if it’s what I signed up for. I don’t know him. We’ve barely met, and everything about this man tells me I should be wary. So, I shouldn’t allow myself to drop my guard and let emotion in.
This job is supposed to be something I do. Not something I crave.
“Is that okay?” he asks. Those large brown eyes look in on me again and I know he knows I want him. This man is not the type to ask a question he doesn’t already know the answer to.
“Yes…” I answer and darkness flashes in his eyes.
A wicked, devilish smile lights up his face and his gaze rakes boldly over my body.
“Then take your clothes off for me,” he says.
I slide the strap of my dress down my shoulder. It doesn’t take much for the rest of the dress to fall away from me.
It drifts down me exposing my nakedness. I’m not wearing anything underneath. Not even a thong like last night. With the exception of my shoes, I’m completely naked. Naked and aroused for him.
He reaches out to touch my breasts and my nipples tighten to diamond hard peaks at the touch of his fingers, much to his satisfaction.
He massages my breasts, filling his palms and bends his head down to suck the left nipple.
It feels good, really good, and I want to touch him too. Instinct makes me want to run my fingers through his hair, the way I would if this was real and encourage him to suck.
He moves to my other breasts, takes the nipple into his mouth, and sucks hard, so hard the wetness that’s gathered in my pussy starts leaking down my thighs.
He runs his hands down my waist and smooths his fingers down to my mound to stroke over the smooth skin. When he pushes his fingers inside of me and feels how wet I am for him he stops sucking right away and flicks his eyes up to meet mine.
“Fucking hell, you’re wet for me, Angel,” he observes, pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and licks off my arousal.
The sight of him tasting my juices makes me swallow hard to stop myself from drooling.
“You like when I suck your tits?” he asks tweaking my nipples. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I reply quickly.
The smile comes back to his face, lifting his lips into a sensual arch of sexiness.
He returns to his wild assault on my breasts, sucking hard like before. This time though he drives his fingers into my pussy and starts a furious pump into my passage, gliding over the sensitive nub of my clit.
He starts finger fucking me and I moan. Mindless moans of ecstasy hum from deep within and I reach for him, grabbing on to his shoulders to keep from falling over.
The contact of hard muscle beneath my fingers snaps me out of the fog that’s covered my mind and I pull away quickly.
He stops sucking once again and glances up at me.
“Doll, you touch me however you want. I want you to,” he says, and the instant I return my hand to his shoulder this feels dangerously real to me.
It definitely does when he picks me up and carries me inside the bedroom. The suite is like an apartment with the bedroom separate from the living room area and balcony. It’s beautiful and alluring like the fantasy of him.
He sets me down on the bed and slips off my shoes. When he straightens my eyes drop to the massive bulge of his cock pressing against his pants.
He sees me looking and my breath stills when he undoes his belt.
“I want to fuck you bareback. I’m clean, are you?” he asks, and I think past the sexual fog that’s clouded my brain.
“Yes.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“I am,” I reply, and he gives me a cat got the canary grin of satisfaction like I just gave him an all access pass to my body.
He takes his shirt off first revealing a well-muscled body that outdoes what my mind conjured up a hundredfold. Japanese characters for earth, fire, and water line the left side of his abs enhancing the deep ridge of muscle. I expected him to be inked. It suits his personality.
He strips down to his boxers and I wait eagerly to see his cock.
One push with his thick fingers on the waistband of his Calvin Kline’s has me swallowing hard when the head of his thick cock pushes forward first and the rest spring’s free rivalling any fantasy I could have conjured in my mind.
As he kicks off his boxers, I look over his long powerful legs which have more Japanese characters inked on them. The length and thickness of his cock has me distracted though because the longer I look the more I want him, the more I crave him inside me.