by S. Valentine
Chapter Fifteen
Gabi woke up, luxuriating in the soft silk sheets wrapped around her body. She stretched her limbs, and slowly sat up. Although she hadn’t expected to, she’d slept like a baby. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had slept so well. The room was bright from the sun’s rays shining through the windows. Rather than feeling upset, wanting to mope around and eat junk food, she felt fine. She was unsure whether she was in shock. Maybe the breakup hadn’t hit her yet. She was certain of one thing, though—the guilty feelings would never go away. She knew she’d find herself worrying about Lawrence from time to time.
She got out of bed and pulled the curtain aside. Gabi stared out at the blue sky, and noticed that the snow was starting to melt. She wondered what to do with her day. Checking her mobile, she noticed she had several missed calls from Lawrence. Her lips thinned. No way was she calling him back, allowing him to kill her mood. Communication would just make it harder for them both. She believed the motto that said sometimes, in life, you had to be cruel to be kind.
Her mobile bleeped in her hand as a message came through. It was Darion asking if she was still on for meeting later. She hesitated for a moment, and then agreed. In all honesty, she couldn’t wait to see him. A hug seemed extremely appealing. She hoped Darion would assure her that everything would be okay.
She was relieved that they didn’t have to sneak around anymore, hiding what they had, making up lies, and feeling bad about the whole dalliance. Perhaps now she could properly enjoy it for what it was.
After she’d dressed, Gabi drove into town, and headed straight for the dance studio. She wanted to enrol before she ended up changing her mind. She used to rehearse at The Royal Dance Academy when she was a teenager. She knew that they also had adult programmes.
Once inside, she headed for the reception area, where she scanned the different types of classes—ballet, jazz, hip-hop. The classes were for the duration of one hour, once a week.
“Can I help you?” the receptionist asked, beaming.
“I’d like to enrol for the hip-hop dance classes, please.”
“Sure. You have the option to pay per lesson, monthly, or annually.”
“Erm…” She paused for a moment to think. “I think I’ll pay per lesson.”
“Great. Can you fill in this form, please?”
Gabi took the form from her. Chatter and laughter behind her caused her to look around. A few men and women about her age were leaving the studio, brimming with excitement, dressed in appropriate dance attire. Gabi felt her spirits lift. She couldn’t wait to start dancing again.
After she’d completed the forms, she drove to her old house to collect some more belongings. Lawrence was at work, as usual. As she stuffed her suitcase full of clothes, a pink, shiny bag caught her attention. She took it out and sat cross-legged on the floor. It was the Valentine’s Day treat that had never been put to use. She pulled the black ribbon open and emptied the contents. She examined the back of a DVD. It was erotica for couples, just a little bit of nudity, nothing too full on. She tossed it back into the wardrobe.
She picked up the vibrator that was still in its plastic packaging, and placed it into her case along with the massage oils, and flavoured lubes. She was left with the sexy underwear. She picked up the silk black bra, and ran her fingers across the smooth material. She then picked up the miniscule thong and decided to try them on.
When she was dressed in the underwear, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Mallory had been shopping with her that day and suggested that she try it on. It made her feel sexy. She had thought that Lawrence would’ve felt the same, but he’d said that it looked cheap. Oh well, let’s see what Darion makes of it. She slipped into a plain, black dress.
After she’d straightened her hair to perfection, she applied seductive make-up consisting of grey, smoky eyes, and peach coloured lips. The ringing of her mobile startled her. Her phone screen displayed a call from a private number.
“Hello.” She held it against her ear.
“Gabi,” she heard a husky drawl.
“Hi, Darion.” She felt a rush of excitement.
“Where are you?”
“I’m coming now. I just joined a dance class,” she said brightly.
“That’s great, Gabi,” he praised. “I bet you’ll look unreal in those tight dance leggings.”
She laughed. Darion’s enthusiasm for her decision cheered her up, another reason why he was so different from Lawrence. He always spurred her on, supported her, and wanted her to be the best she could be.
“Okay…well, I’ll be there soon.”
“Good. I’m taking you out somewhere.”
“Really?” Her brows shot up. “Where?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
She laughed softly. “Okay.”
She loaded her case with a few more things, and carried it to the car. She locked it away in the boot, and set off toward The Black Door.
When she was at the club an hour later, there was no sign of Darion. There were a few regulars at the bar occupying some of the tables, but it was still early, not even midday. She was relieved to see a new barmaid serving the customers. She couldn’t face seeing Lexi, Marnie, or Gina. She didn’t want anybody knowing about her and Darion. For now.
Gabi sat on a stool and waited for the glass of wine that she had ordered. As she handed a ten pound note to the barmaid, she shook her head, and stated that Darion had been expecting her, that the drink was free of charge. Gabi took a large swig. Where was he? As she uncrossed her legs, she felt a cold breeze up her skirt, and rather than feeling uncomfortable, she felt excited. She couldn’t wait until Darion got his hands on her.
“Gabi.” The barmaid placed a phone back onto the base. “Darion wants you in his office.”
“Okay.” Gabi stood up, taking her glass of wine, and walked through the door behind the bar.
She slowly sauntered down the corridor, the sound of her heels on the tiles reverberating. She felt nervous again. Pull yourself together, this is just a casual relationship that will probably last no longer than a couple of weeks. She knocked gently on the door. No response. Gabi pushed the door open slightly, and walked in. It was empty. She sighed heavily, and sat on the sofa, downing more of her wine. The nervousness had now evaporated as she was overcome with annoyance. She hated waiting around for people.
“Well, don’t just sit there,” she heard him say softly.
She looked at the leather chair, the back of it facing her. She saw cigarette smoke swirl around the top of it. She shook her head, smiling, and stood up. Darion spun around in the chair slowly. He was completely naked. He stared at her devilishly, a small smile etched across his face.
She threw her head back and laughed, her gaze sweeping over him. Gabi was impressed. “You certainly do love to surprise a girl.”
He stood up and slowly walked toward her. Picking her up in one swift movement, he began kissing her hungrily. Gabi’s fingers found her way through his hair, her body responding eagerly to his mouth. With her dress bunched up her thighs a little, she could feel the nakedness of his warm body against her achingly tender clit. Her heart slammed against her chest frantically. As his tongue slipped into her mouth, the tip of it circling hers, she longed to feel it between her legs. After a few moments of kissing frantically and soft moaning, he pushed her onto the sofa with force.
“Darion,” the barmaid’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Your clothes are dry now.”
Darion unenthusiastically peeled himself away from Gabi and walked toward the door, poking his head around. He returned with a pile of neatly folded clothes. He had obviously slept in the club again. Gabi wondered why he didn’t go home. She couldn’t understand why he would want to sleep at the club. Then again, maybe he wasn’t alone; maybe he didn’t want to take the dancers to his apartment. Gabi ignored the niggling feeling that made her want to ask.
“Come here,” she pleaded, as he
started to dress.
“Patience, Gabi.”
“I broke up with my fiancé,” she blurted out.
He pinned her with a look. “I wasn’t linked to your decision, was I?” Worry flickered across his face.
She shook her head. “I couldn’t do it anymore. I haven’t been happy for a long time.”
Once fully clothed, he stepped toward her. Kneeling down, he grabbed her face. “If a man can’t keep his woman satisfied, then another man will,” his tone was firm.
“I guess that’s where you come in.”
“You’re not wrong.”
Gabi averted her gaze.
“Don’t feel bad for doing what you had to do for you, Gabi.”
She pursed her lips.
“C’mon, let’s go.”
Before he could stand, Gabi pulled him toward her again, kissing him, her tongue meeting his. She had waited for this, she didn’t know if she could wait much longer. He pulled back with a groan as if doing so required effort.
“Where are we going?” She followed him out of the office.
“You’ll see.”
He grabbed a pair of black Armani sunglasses from the bar and put them on, followed by a knitted black hat, which covered his hair. Can he get any sexier? His naughty eyes were hidden, and only his full, sensuous lips, cheeky grin, and chiselled jaw, complete with stubble, were on show. Gabi tried to keep her face straight, to stop the smug smile that was threatening to show.
The sun shone brightly through the clouds that had gathered, even though rain was predicted. Gabi shielded her face from the light, and climbed into the car, the door of which Darion held open. She wondered where they were going.
After twenty minutes of driving, he parked into a shopping mall. He assisted her out of the car, and snaked his arm around her waist, guiding her past several stores.
Puzzled, Gabi asked, “Why are we here?”
He turned to look at her, suddenly stopping in his tracks. His gaze lingered on her lips, as he smiled slowly and wickedly. “I’m putting some excitement in your life. How do you like the risk of getting caught?” There was a dangerous purr to his voice, which sent a shiver up her spine.
“What?” Embarrassed giggles choked her.
He grabbed her hand and led her through a department store. Gabi had to practically run to keep up with his hurried pace, which was headed toward the fitting rooms. He paused for a brief moment whilst the shop assistant vanished into the storeroom. As he shoved Gabi into a mirrored cubicle, anxiety and anticipation charged through her. She glanced up at Darion; his face was alight with excitement and mischief.
She could hear the sound of women gossiping, talking about clothes, celebrities, and other general chitchat whilst trying garments on. “What d’ya think of this?” she heard a girl ask, and the sound of a curtain being pulled back.
“Oh, I love that,” another voice replied.
Undeterred by the sound of other people, Darion pushed Gabi against the mirror and began kissing her fiercely. Not wasting any time, he yanked her dress over her head, exposing her sexy underwear. Darion let out a soft groan, the appreciation apparent on his face. “Looks like you had a surprise for me.”
He spun her around so that she was facing the mirror, his hand diving between her legs. Gabi parted them, instantly feeling moist and heated. She watched him in the mirror as he inserted a finger.
“You’re soaking wet, Gabi,” he whispered, opening her further with another finger. He thrust upwards gently, tortuously, in and out. Her head fell back, her body tingling, her breaths shallow. As his pace became faster, and another finger pushed inside her, she bit her thumb to stifle the cries as he pleasured her.
The voice of the shop assistant and the sound of hangers being collected terrified her. She couldn’t bear to imagine how humiliating it’d be to get caught, like a pair of horny teenagers. She had never had sex in a public place before. Perhaps Darion would make her try everything she hadn’t experienced before.
She felt a hot flush rise up her chest, and could feel the heat in her face. As he prodded deeply, it sent waves of delightful shivers through her body. Slowly easing his fingers out, he peeled her underwear off. Turning her to face him, Darion crouched down, and hooked her leg over his shoulder. His mouth then sealed over her clit, sucking on it, lashing it with his skilled tongue. Her core clenched, her body aching for more. His hands caressed her behind, gripping her cheeks with his nails roughly, pulling her into his face, onto his rough stubble. She glanced at the mirror, at her naked bottom half, at the stunning man on his knees feasting on her. Burying her fingers into his hair, she rocked her hips backwards and forwards, gasping at every lash of his tongue.
Guttural groans rose from his throat. She loved the sounds of appreciation that he made, that he enjoyed every bit of it, as did she.
He pulled back to put a finger in his mouth, and drenched it with dripping saliva. Resuming licking between her legs, Gabi tensed when she felt his wet finger enter her again. Her heart thudded. She caught her lip with her teeth, her face contorting in pleasure and pain as his pace got faster. As he drove in further, she found herself widening her legs. His tongue was still working her clit, dipping in and out. She grimaced, placing her palms on the wall for support, feeling slightly light-headed, her senses reeling.
“Relax,” he said in a sultry tone, before silencing himself between her legs again.
They heard movement outside, but they continued what they were doing. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, and she realised that the risk of getting caught did, in fact, turn her on. She closed her eyes as Darion’s finger moved in and out, curving slightly. She rocked her hips, meeting his powerful thrusts. As it went in all the way, she felt she would explode with pleasure.
“You like this, don’t you?” Darion chuckled.
She glanced down to see that he had released his hard cock with his free hand. He began to tug on it, rough grunts escaping his lips. He matched the rhythm of his stroking hand to the thrusting and twisting of his finger. Gabi felt the hot moisture between her legs, extremely aroused at the sight of him masturbating.
“Darion, I want you…” she said in between pants.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “Come in my mouth, Gabi.”
She wriggled, her muscles gripping onto his finger, her body trembling, on the verge of an orgasm. She rode his face, her sex burning and aching with desire, wanting more.
Darion tugged her swollen clit between his teeth, flicking over it with his tongue. “Fuck, Gabi…” He jerked himself faster, his breathing heavy. “I’m so close.”
His fingers pounding into her, his tongue lapping up her wetness, and the sound of his pleasured moans sent a violent shiver of arousal through her. Feeling her body tremble and spasm, Gabi pressed her lips together, knowing she was on the brink of an orgasm. His tongue circling her flesh, and with one last deep thrust of his fingers, Gabi felt a rippling eruption of pleasure tear into her.
With her face screwed up, she silently climaxed into Darion’s mouth, her insides clenching and throbbing. Her body shuddered in ecstasy. She was too choked with lust to even attempt speaking. She took several deep breaths to calm her thudding heart and heaving chest, and slid to the floor, fearing her suddenly shaky legs would give way.
When she focused on Darion, she saw the satisfied expression on his face. He ran his tongue slowly across his top lip, and gripped his fingers around his cock again. He pulled her in for a kiss. As he continued to pump himself, sliding his hand up and down the shaft, his mouth pressed onto hers, kissing her savagely, firmly, as he moaned into her mouth. Pulling back for air, she watched as torment twisted his face, knowing he was close.
He guided her head downwards. Gabi knew what he wanted. Where else was there to come? She wrapped her mouth around him, sucking his length as far as she could go. She gently massaged his balls in her hand. Her tongue flicked against the groove under the head, making his groaning become louder, his breathing heavier
. He was soaking with her saliva, shuddering as her lips made their way down his shaft.
“Fuck.” He squirmed.
She bobbed her head, licking and sucking him, circling the tip of his cock with her tongue, moaning in satisfaction simultaneously. It didn’t take long until he pushed her head down, shaking violently as he climaxed. He thrust a few times, filling her mouth with his warm, salty cum. Gabi quickly swallowed.
“Gabi…” His chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing as he slouched against the wall. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Excuse me, is somebody there?”
They stilled at the stern female voice.
Gabi looked at Darion. She could feel the flush of humiliation sweep up her chest and into her face, fear knotting her stomach. Both remained completely silent, until they were certain she had gone. Gabi reached for her clothes, and yanked them on quickly. When they left the cubicle, and realised that the coast was clear, they dissolved into hysterics. Darion pulled Gabi into an embrace, placing tender kisses over her cheek.
“Next stop.” He grinned, and grabbed hold of her hand tightly. “I promised I’d take you somewhere.”
Darion took Gabi to a lively bar-restaurant overlooking the canal. With wooden tables, stools, comfy couches, and pictures hanging from every wall, Gabi noticed the majority of the crowd were students. They were laughing and talking, swaying to the music, or downing beers, seemingly celebrating some special occasion. She instantly felt herself relax. She liked it there.
They watched as a narrow, red boat drifted past, a couple of children waving from the window. As they tucked into burger and fries, there was nonstop talking, and laughing, and the evening soon crept upon them.
“Thank you for today.” Gabi pressed her lips against Darion’s once they were back outside the club. “I had an unusual day.” She laughed.
Darion wrapped his arms around her, pressing his lips to her forehead. “You’re welcome. And there will be plenty more unusual days.” He stroked her cheek. “Drive safe, darlin’.”
