by S. E. Dosher
“Well, not usually, and not very good, but I feel the bar has been raised with you. I might need to explore some new tricks.” He winks at me and I smirk in response.
“New tricks?” I laugh, but inside my core is clenching at the thought of him wanting to catch me so badly he’s willing to change from his normal habits. I feel my head shake at the thought and see it in his eyes when he notices.
“No dancing.”
“Yes,” I say and see defeat touch his features. “I mean yes, let’s dance,” I quickly correct myself.
His fingers lace with mine as we weave to the middle of the dance floor where we’re hidden from most wandering eyes.
His hands fall to my shoulders and then slowly move down, inch by torturous inch, as he explores the feel of my body and I examine the feel of his hands. I spin around and ease my back against his front as we move in tandem to the rapid thrum of the house music pulsating from the speakers.
His lips caress the base of my neck; full and soft, they send waves of pleasure through my entire body. I shudder at the feel of his tongue as it snakes out, tracing a long line across my shoulder and back, eliciting a gasp. My eyes drift closed and I savor the sensations. His hips grind into my ass and I feel his long, hard erection dig into me. Hands move across my stomach and weave their way down my body, feeling every inch of me through my skirt. As we move together, I thank God I remembered to pay special attention down there. I foresee her getting used and abused tonight – and my nether regions praise the heavens above at the mere thought.
My body hasn’t felt touch like this in so long, it has no memory of the last time. I had shut myself away from a harsh world, and every aspect of my life suffered, mentally and physically. But I am finally ready to revel in these sensations with the one man that helped me sustain a semblance of a life since that day. His body was not merely a tool for pleasure, but a remembrance of myself and being alive.
I shift my head, searching for his lips; our open mouths collide in a flurry of unbridled heat and desire. The taste of him escalates the burning between my legs into an uncontrolled flame, and like a moth, his fingers brush over my clit, and I curse the fabric impeding his touch. My clit screams out for a touch belonging to someone other than myself.
A primal groan escapes from his mouth into mine as my hips grind into his hand. His mouth rips from mine as he looks down, into my eyes, and the intensity of sheer lust I see burning is enough to make me want to rip my clothes off where we stand. If this look is anywhere near what he gives his other women, they never stood a chance – and neither do I.
The doubt from earlier, the steadfast resolve not to get pulled into his web of sexual gratification, is long since lost. I am way past any hope of self-preservation. The only thing that matters is this man, and the way he makes me feel. I vow to take the leap, do the deed, take the bull by the horns, fuck my obsession into submission – or something like that.
I get one night; one glorious night of overindulgence, and then I’ll call that political bullshit magazine and take their stuffy, zero-creativity photography job until I find something better. My life of stalking Nikolas Gallo will come to a very gratifying crescendo this very night.
In perfect time with my newfound resolve, his fingers lightly brush up my inner thigh until they touch the silk of my thong, underneath which he will find evidence of years of abstinence and yearning. His fingers slide over the silk, softly caressing my swollen clit, halting my breath in my throat. I don’t even care that an entire club full of people could possibly be watching, I need his touch more than I care about their judgmental eyes. I don’t even bother to look around in case someone is openly gawking.
“Yes?” he asks softly in my ear as one finger rubs along the edge of my panties.
“Yes,” I breathe without worry or regret.
His hand gently nudges my thigh, urging me to spread them wider; I acquiesce without regard.
One lone finger slips under the border of my panties and I hear his sharp intake of breath as it delves into pure, wet velvet. God, this is a moment I’ve dreamed of daily - his hands bringing me the greatest pleasure he can. Thankfully, my dreams were nowhere near as good.
He lazily drags his finger down my clit and teases my opening with small circles that have my hips searching for more.
“Oh, Brook, so wet,” I hear him say but my mind is more focused on his hand than his mouth.
Another stroke then he circles my clit with the same slow pattern.
“So swollen, so fucking perfect. I knew you would be,” he raves in my ear.
“Right there, Niko. Please, right there.” I’m already willing to beg and he has only just begun.
“Oh God, you need it good, don’t you? I promise you’ll get it.” His assurance makes a moan sing from my mouth.
He places the fingertips of his other hand to my mouth, “Shhh, it’s coming, baby.”
I part my lips and forcefully pull two of his fingers into my mouth, sucking them hard and fast.
“Fuck, Brook,” spills from his mouth on a rush of air. “I’ll be sure you use that powerful mouth soon, very soon.”
I release his fingers after one last swift suck. “Promises, promises,” I tease.
A low, sexy laugh fills my ears just as he pushes one finger inside me. He pulls it back out and quickly fills me again with two fingers. Again a loud pleased, moan flees my throat.
“That’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard,” he murmurs in my ear then slicks his tongue along the edge and sucks my earlobe in time with the pumping of his fingers inside me.
He rests his thumb directly over my clit, unmoving - just a light pressure that makes me jerk my hips forward and back until I’m fucking his fingers. His hand is at a perfect angle, allowing his fingers to move deeper with each thrust of my hips as the pressure from his thumb grows stronger.
“I can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy with more than these two fingers,” he tells me as he flutters his fingers inside me, sending vibrations shooting straight to my clit.
“Ah fuck, yes, don’t stop.”
His fingers follow the rhythm of my hips. “Is this what you want?” he asks, his domineering tone exactly the way I suspected it to be.
“Yes. Please, yes,” I unabashedly beg for the pleasure I know he’s willing to give. I was prepared for this side, always knew it existed from the times I’d seen him with other women. He craves the control as much as he does the pleasure.
He pulls his fingers out of me and my body screams in protest.
“No, please, Niko,” I continue to beg, not the least bit ashamed at how much I want his touch.
“Such a good girl already.” I can’t see his face, but I know he’s grinning by the inflection in his voice.
In one quick motion, his fingers fill me again completely. His thumb, no longer motionless, begins to swirl and twist over my swollen clit. I can feel my body reaching for its apex, longing for pure gratification.
“Oh, please, don’t stop. Whatever you fucking do, please do not stop,” I half scream, uncaring who might hear.
He eagerly complies with my request and the pace of his thumb and fingers increase. I wrap my hands around his body, pushing him harder into my back. His erection has grown and the pain of it digging into my back enhances my pleasure.
The walls of my sex begin to clench rapidly, as a tingling wave spreads from my clit throughout my body. My head goes light, and my vision blurs through the pleasure. My whole body jerks as the full weight of my release is felt. Niko swallows my screams with a hard kiss.
I turn to see him sucking the two fingers he’s just removed from inside me into his mouth with a loud smack and his wicked smile.
He grabs my hand and presses it roughly against his erection, “We need a room, and we need it now.”
I laugh, “VIP area has rooms.”
He shakes his head, “Not here. We need a real bed – your house or mine?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer,
he grips my hand, and we speed walk back toward the bar where I’d had my martini.
“Give her another just like the last, fast please,” he tells the bartender and plops down a hundred dollar bill then turns to me, “I have one thing to do. You think on whose house, and I will be back in five minutes.”
I groan, “Five minutes?”
His hands cup my face and he presses his erection between my legs as he glides his tongue leisurely up the side of my neck.
“Five minutes. I swear on my harder-than-a-rock erection – five minutes.”
He releases me and is quickly swallowed up by the crowd.
Chapter 9
“Here you are ma’am,” the bartender yells over the roar of the music and the crowd.
I turn to pick up my dry, extra dirty martini, hoping it gives me the same courageous care-free demeanor as the last. But long frail fingers wrap around the stem and quickly pull it to lips that are not mine.
“Did you think you’d get away with it?” Suzy slurs at me.
I take two steps back to put a little distance between me and the craziness I can see pouring from her. Her blonde hair is pulled back into what should be a sleek ponytail, but stray hairs are sticking out all around, creating a wild halo effect. She has mascara smeared under her eyes and lipstick that reaches outside the lines of her lips. From afar, I imagine she’d look gorgeous in her tight red dress and killer body, but up close she’s a crazy-looking Monet.
“What?” I ask innocently.
“You thought I didn’t know you, but I do. I’ve seen you watching him, watching me. Always with your zoom lens watching, watching, watching.”
Oh, I can already see this isn’t going to end well. My own frantic eyes search for an escape, but she steps in front of me locking me to the bar with an arm on either side.
“You made a mistake when you got in my way. I was okay with you watching, but not with you interfering. I hope you enjoyed that little romp on the dance floor because it will be the one and only time you ever get that close to him. Do you hear me?” Spit flies from her mouth with every word and her breath reeks of cigarettes and whiskey.
“Ma’am, you need to back away from the lady,” the now familiar bartender calls over my shoulder, but Suzy is too focused on me to care.
“You aren’t the only one that’s been watching and has photos as proof. I wonder what Niko would think if he saw the evidence of you following him constantly, every day at the studio, or that you lurk outside his house every night. When you were always busy watching him, I started watching you.”
Fear simmers within me; I never once thought she would know about me, or care about me. I was never a threat; she was the one with the actual history with Niko…until now. Now I have a present, and possible future with him, and she will never allow that. She will never allow me to have what she truly believes is hers.
“One night?” I implore her craziness; I know that’s all I’ll ever get from Niko anyway. “Give me tonight then I’ll leave him alone for good.”
“No!” she screams in my face. “You will not have what I’ve had; you will not have what’s mine – always been mine!”
“I have just as much on you, probably more,” I threaten and her eyes darken as her eyebrows deepen, and a saying about never cornering a wild animal flashes through my head.
“You have more to lose than I do, take your one night, if you’d like, but you will pay for it come morning.” She sticks her finger out and pokes me good and proper in the chest.
“Ma’am, step away from the lady,” an unfamiliar voice warns. I look up to see two huge body guards hovering behind Suzy.
“You’ve been warned, and I don’t pull my punches,” she spits at me.
“One night,” I say as the guards lift her off the floor by her arms and begin walking her out the back door.
“Big mistake!” Suzy screams before she’s completely out of ear shot.
I lay my upper body on the edge of the bar as my breath comes fast and rough; my mind is racing with thoughts of when Suzy could have possibly gotten pictures of me. I know she could be lying, but I’m not sure I’m willing to risk it.
The bartender slides another martini across the bar. This time, I don’t hesitate as I grasp the glass and begin to drink. Just as the liquid touches my lips, I see Niko appear.
“I told him fast, and I tipped his ass well too.” He eyes the bartender, who simply dips his head to Niko.
I don’t remove my lips from the edge of the glass until every last drop is headed down my throat. The gin flows smoothly and leaves a rush of warmth in its wake.
“Do you ever stop to enjoy a good martini? Or do you always down them in one gulp?” Niko nudges me with his elbow.
“My house,” I declare.
“Your house,” he repeats and pauses momentarily to roll it over in his mind. I worry he’s going to insist on his house, and his normal sexual routine, but he wraps his arm around my shoulders and we head for the front door.
Once we’re in the limo, I don’t allow one second to tick by and weaken my resolve. I will have my one night, no matter who tries to stand in my way.
Still, a flash of worry spreads through me. I’ve seen him with other women; I know he’s particular about control, so I decide to show my hand before he has a chance to consider anything else.
He settles into the seat, and I don’t bother to sit next to him; I hoist my skirt and straddle his lap. His eager hands move straight to my ass as my lips easily find his. A growl rattles through his chest at the unexpected mauling.
My fingers thread through his short hair and my fingernails graze his scalp, eliciting a low, guttural moan in return. My hips work a slow rocking motion – back and forth, back and forth - against him, and I can feel his erection rapidly growing underneath me in sync with my increasing wetness.
His lips turn frenzied, and the long whiskers of his chin drag carelessly across my flesh. I’m going to miss those rough bastards after tonight; it didn’t take me long to grow fond of the pleasurable pain they give.
In a fraction of the time it took to get to the club, we are back at my house. Once again, the driver lightly taps on the window to warn us of our arrival.
I start to stand, but Niko grasps my hip with one hand while sliding a deft finger under the waistband of my thong. My eyes move to his in confusion, but before I can ask for an explanation, he expertly rips my panties down my legs, pulling me forward and maneuvering them from around my feet.
“I’ll keep this,” he says and tucks it neatly in the breast pocket of his jacket. The white silk matches perfectly with his blue and white shirt.
He spanks my ass and points to the open car door. I do as I’m told and quickly climb from the car, my house key in hand to prevent any further delay.
The door is barely closed and locked before Niko swoops me over his shoulder and drops me on the bed. He kneels in front of me and slips my heels off and they clatter to the floor.
Hooking a hand under my knee, he gently lifts, bending my leg. His lips move along my inner thigh and his tongue moves in a perfect dance with the coarseness of his whiskers as he glides toward my aching pussy. He stops just long enough to visually admire me, and I hear him mumble “magnificent” before the heat of his tongue burns one full stroke along my slick pussy.
“So eager, so ready. Your body wants this so much.” His words further incite the need coursing through my veins.
“I want you,” I admit, without pause or need to conceal; my level of want is written all over me.
His tongue returns to my pussy and makes two rougher, deeper strokes.
“God, you taste perfect…pure perfection.”
His words are shameless, and I love them. He’s honest about what he wants, and so I know I can be too.
The tip of his tongue slowly circles my clit, drawing out the pleasure to an agonizing level, but the suffering is only a promise of the pleasure I know will follow.
I lean up on my el
bows, longing to watch every lick and suck of his tongue. His eyes peek up at me and I see a tiny smile pull at the edges of his mouth as he plunges his tongue deep inside me. My head rolls back and my hips press down, desperately wanting more than just his tongue inside me.
“I can’t wait for you to be inside me,” I moan.
“I need you to come one more time, and then I promise.”
He flicks his tongue over my swollen clit – once, twice, three times. I call out to the heavens above because it’s not possible he’s this good.
Two fingers slowly enter me as his tongue continues to lap over my clit. My breath grows ragged as every muscle in my body tenses, ready to release. He shifts his head, changing the angle of his tongue over my clit, and I lose it completely. A scream of pleasure tears from my throat as my orgasm thunders through me. My body jerks and shakes under his control.
He rests his head on my inner thigh with his fingers still inside me. “God, you’re so tight. I can still feel your walls pulling on my fingers.”
He finally pulls them out, and just like before, he sucks my juices from them.
“Please, please fuck me now,” I beg.
Without another word, or wasted second, he stands and quickly removes his clothes. I see a flash of his body as he pulls a condom from his pocket and skillfully rolls it on. I’ve seen his body many times, seen all the hard lines and soft curves, but I’ve never seen them this close, especially below the waistline. His cock is long and thick; I knew it would be. So many women chase him, I knew he had to be packing. Girls don’t keep that shit secret either, we talk about the little bitty wieners, but we definitely talk about the vagina breakers too.
He lifts me and moves me up the bed then hovers over me, the head of his cock lightly brushing against my opening.
“Ask me again?” His eyes are hooded with lust, but something more content pulls along his mouth.
“Will you please fuck me right this very minute?” I oblige him as I push my hands into the small of his back urging him forward. I open my legs wider allowing his erection to fall flush with my wetness. He groans and slowly rubs his cock up and down my slit.
