by Rachel Angel
“Maybe I should have worn something a bit less revealing,” Taryn commented, turning her head to look out the window.
* * *
The sounds of rock music were whaling out of the club when Taryn and Sylvain pulled up. As soon as his car was within sight the valet’s for the club were hustling about, standing at attention, and ready to present their best to the visiting boss. It was impressive to say the least.
Once inside, people kept coming up to Sylvain to shake his hand or talk to him. And then there were the leggy sexy divas that would come up and kiss his cheeks, giving him inviting eyes, and talk about how long it had been. He smiled at each one, saying something special that made them feel oddly unique. Taryn realized in the time that she’d known Sylvain, nobody had clamored over him the way this Miami crowd did. She was surprised at how she suddenly felt like a second wheel.
Sylvain did his best to introduce Taryn to the many people she did not know, but it was a futile effort. Taryn was actually relieved when the assistant manager of the club, Alonzo, called her over to ask her a question about something she’d said about the wine from one of their earlier conversations that day when she’d been at the club.
Alonzo was professional, but obviously flirtatious and Taryn could tell that it would take little more than batting her eyelashes to get him to make an advance. She tried to remember to be friendly, but not flirty. It wouldn’t do to set a bad example for Sylvain’s staff by seeming too inviting.
Alonzo got Taryn a drink, something made from rum that was better tasting than a bowl of fresh fruit. She drank it down, enjoying every tasty sip as Alonzo talked casually.
“Alonzo, great to see you man,” a voice said from over Taryn’s shoulder.
She turned around and saw a tattooed chest with a chain at her eye level. As her eyes traveled up she stopped, knowing immediately who it was. His name was Jax and he was the lead singer for the Charlatan’s, one of her most favorite bands. Wow…he was better looking than he was in pictures and from a distance on stage. She couldn’t help but notice his piercing blue eyes and sexy lips. She immediately thought of how her friends would be so jealous that she was standing that close to him.
“Taryn, this is Jax.”
“Hi, nice to meet you. Big fan.”
“Really,” Jax said, holding out his hand to shake Taryn’s. It lingered there for a second and Taryn smiled back, but was trying to think of something witty to say. Her mind was a blank.
“Absolutely. I’ve seen you in LA a few times.”
“Really? Where?” Jax asked. Taryn knew he was trying to feel out who really was a fan and who claimed to be.
“Hollywood Bowl for a more intimate setting, raising money for a music awareness program. And then…let’s see, oh yah, The Orpheum.”
“Impressive, but not as impressive as if you’d remember the dates.”
“I do, but there’s no need to bore you with my exceptional memory. I’m sure you cannot name everywhere you’ve played or who you have met at those venues,” Taryn said. She smiled, not saying a word, but enjoying the slight startled response on Jax’s face.
Jax was getting ready to talk and before he could say another word a few women came up to him and whisked him away, eager to vie for his attention. A few of them were familiar to Taryn, as they’d just been vying for Sylvain’s attention a short time ago.
While Taryn had been talking with Jax, Alonzo had made his way over to the bar and had gotten Taryn another drink. He handed it to her when he got back. He tried to make the best of his solo audience, but then a waiter called for an audience with him. He walked away quickly to tend to business, undoubtedly knowing that he couldn’t get caught playing with Sylvain in the house.
Taryn made her way back to Sylvain, who almost looked like he wanted to be rescued. She slid in next to him and he smiled, introducing her to the newest group of people around him. He clearly was not comfortable in such busy places. Taryn, on the other hand, liked them. This would have been ideal if she’d have known a few more people than club staff. She began to talk more, feeling the drink giving her a bit more confidence than she might normally have around people she didn’t know at all.
By the time the next drink came, Taryn was happy as could be and feeling very warm and sexy. She was enjoying the way rum made her feel. A sound test pulsed on the stage in the distance and a warm-up began for the band they were there to see.
“This is going to be fantastic,” Taryn said. She touched Sylvain’s arm instinctually and he looked at her briefly, clearly showing that she’d violated some sort of invisible line between the employer and employee, even if said employee had received some mind blowing sex from said employer.
Taryn stepped back, trying not to take it personally. After all, he did have very precise rules when it came to employee conduct and expectations of public behavior. It just seemed so natural to reach out and touch him, plus they always had small touches as they were working on projects the past days. She reverted to the more reserved Taryn briefly. It suddenly ended when one of the really tall women, Serafina, who was at least a head taller than Taryn, took her arm and said in her thick accent, “Come on. Let’s go dance.”
Glad to get out of the situation, Taryn followed her and the two made their way to the dance floor with the other eager club goers. It was certainly different in Miami than California, where everyone seemed to wait to go out onto the dance floor so they didn’t look too eager. Not in Miami though. The first beat of music was like a beacon calling everyone out there to show their moves.
Taryn was enjoying herself tremendously and quickly forgot about her awkward moment with Sylvain. Alonzo kept the wait staff bringing her drinks and she easily lost track of how much she’d had. She wouldn’t even be done with one when another was being handed to her. She’d take a big drink, set it on the ledge, and then she and Serafina would continue dancing away, laughing as guys wove in and out between them, trying to see if they could catch one of them.
As Taryn watched Serafina she couldn’t help but admire how beautiful and confident she was with her body and her moves. Her long black hair shone and her eyes were almost black, sparkling equally intensely in the pulsating lights. She had a natural smile on her face, relishing both the movement and likely the attention she was getting. It was entirely possible that she had never lacked for attention a day in her life. Probably didn’t even have one of those awkward phases growing up that girls were supposed to have.
A pair of hands landed on Taryn’s hips and thrust forward, causing her hips to respond. Whatever was behind her was firm and hard. She turned around and found herself staring into the tattooed chest of Jax once again. He smiled and started dancing with her closely, letting his hands move across her body to the beat of the music.
Taryn almost felt like she was in a music video and Jax’s touch was surprisingly inviting and seductive. She looked at him, quickly apprising that he was indeed a guy who could also deliver an explosive time in bed. You could see one of his tattoos under his shirt, which had the bottom couple buttons undone and there was a tattoo evident there. Taryn wondered just how far down that tattoo went and what it looked like. What she didn’t know was that Jax didn’t fail to notice her curious glance either.
He began to move more savagely around her, moving her hips to the beat and causing her to voluntarily gyrate as if she was riding on top of him having the time of her life. It felt so good.
Feeling thirsty and dizzy from everything she was feeling, Taryn whispered that she needed to get a drink. She turned around to do so and saw Sylvain standing several feet away from her. He was talking with someone, but his eyes were definitely on her. She hoped that she wasn’t going too far, but she sure was having an awesome time.
There was no time to evaluate her actions though because Jax’s arms wrapped around hers and he whispered in her ear. “I’d love to strip your panties off with my teeth. You’re one sexy woman, Taryn.” The compliment was so sensual and erotic tha
t Taryn could feel herself instantly getting wet. Any thoughts of modifying her behavior left her and she turned around and began to dance with Jax invitingly and showing that she was not opposed to his whispered suggestion. It really didn’t matter if it was her desires or desires that the rum brought out. She wanted it.
There was somebody who apparently was opposed though—Sylvain. He came up to Taryn and made his way in between her and Jax and began to dance with her passionately, acting as sexual and rugged as he did when they were in bed together. Taryn was a bit surprised at first and she looked at Jax briefly and he threw his hands up, surrendering to Sylvain. Apparently he was bigger than rock stars even.
Seeing Sylvain be so free of himself with Taryn and unleashing his desires for her in front of everyone, including staff and friends, was insanely exciting for Taryn. She let him lavish his attention on her, not caring what happened as a result. So what if everyone said she’d gotten her job for sleeping with him. What did it matter? She was great at what she did and Sylvain was certainly great at what he could give her outside the workplace.
“You’re mine to touch that way,” Sylvain growled protectively, showing his complete alpha side.
Taryn wanted to say something back, but her hormones told her to shut the hell up and take advantage of this. Sylvain didn’t do this sort of thing in public and maybe…just maybe…the incident with Jax had meant he realized something more existed between them than being fuck buddies and work associates.
Two minutes later the song was done and Sylvain grabbed Taryn’s arm and began walking as quickly as he could off the dance floor. He nodded to a guard and he swung open a door to the side and Sylvain walked through with Taryn hustling trying to keep up. He opened up a door and the two walked in and then he turned around and locked it.
The room had a couch and a coffee table, along with a button for service. They were obviously private rooms meant for private business and Sylvain didn’t waste any time showing Taryn what their business was there.
He took his clothes off quickly, showing the tenseness of his body while doing so. He didn’t say a word to Taryn, but looked at her. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Sylvain had never acted this intensely before. He was out of control and it was fascinating to Taryn, not to mention a total turn-on.
As he finished stripping down, Taryn began to peel off her halter top first, allowing her breasts to spring free. Sylvain licked his lips as he walked over to her and knelt down before her. He started to peel of her leather pants, pausing at her lace panties. He put his finger into them and continued to slide them down, leaving Taryn standing there in her heels only and looking completely flushed and ready to get pounded into sexual bliss.
Still on his knees, Sylvain dove into Taryn’s sweetness with his tongue, darting in and out of her and forcing her to put her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance. It was a maddeningly delightful sensation, knowing that she wanted to thrust forward and scream out in satisfaction, but couldn’t move all that much. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please Sylvain, just take me. I need you so bad. I want to feel you inside of me.”
At first Sylvain didn’t listen, seeming to delight in the pleasuring sexual torture he was delivering. Taryn kept moaning and begging, telling him how she wanted to feel his cock inside of her. Finally he must have agreed it was time. He stood up and the two moved over to the couch and Sylvain laid Taryn down on it and then slid on top of her. He had one arm propped up on the backside of the couch and the other pinched Taryn’s breasts as she began to arch her back from the orgasm that was building within her.
“Yes,” Taryn whispered, feeling the tendrils of her hair sticking to her neck and the side of her face. She was so hot and her head was spinning. It was spinning from the combination of the rum and the intensity of the moment with Sylvain. He was showing her more passion and feeling than he had ever before and she could sense his longing for her, his desire to please her completely.
Taryn couldn’t stifle the shout she had when she finally exploded, sending her hot sensual liquid all over Sylvain’s hard-on. He kept going though, pressing in more deeply and moving more rapidly. His eyes were closed and Taryn watched his face as the one vein on his temple popped out, showing that he was worked up.
In that moment Taryn knew how badly she wanted Sylvain to come in her. She wanted him to release inside of her and feel the satisfaction of knowing that she turned him on. She began to move her hips, rocking back and forth, causing his cock to slide into her as far as it could. He groaned and she squeezed her hands on his ass, gently kneading it and encouraging his movement.
“It feels so good, Sylvain. I want to explode again. I want to come with you. You’re so damn sexy. So hot. Come on, please give it to me. Please,” Taryn cooed.
Sylvain kept moving and in one final thrust he arched his back and panted. “Yes.” Then he repeated it again more softly before collapsing on top of Taryn.
The two sweaty bodies didn’t say a word or move for a moment. Each one of them seemed to be implanting the feeling in their minds and searing the others flesh into their skin. Honestly, there were no words that could explain how intensely passionate that moment was. It transcended sex and went into a stratosphere of passion that Taryn had certainly never experienced before.
Finally Sylvain sat up on the couch and leaned over, kissing Taryn softly and caressing her breasts. “You drive me insane, Taryn. I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing someone else touch you like that; of someone else getting to deliver to you what I have only just begun to explore.”
“Well then I’m glad you stepped in and did something about it,” Taryn said. She really wanted to ask him more about his words and what they meant; however, the time was not right and for now, she had just had an incredible experience. She didn’t wish for anything to spoil it—especially her inquisitive mind.
Chapter 13
Finding that perfect balance between their professional and personal lives seemed to be working well for both Sylvain and Taryn. Their days were so productive and Taryn easily exceeded Sylvain’s initial expectations. Her taste and insight were invaluable, a rare gift that he’d never seen before. Plus, it was so appealing to have an employee that he could actually learn something from and not have to question if they were truly operating as effectively as they should.
While the work hours were rewarding it was the after hour activities that both Taryn and Sylvain had really grown attached to. For Taryn it was a time to get to know one of the sexiest and most intriguing men she’d ever met better. He was finally opening up to her as a friend and she was so pleased. It was as rewarding as his determination to make sure she enjoyed incredible sexual pleasures each and every night.
All of these things were on Taryn’s mind as she showered and prepared to go in and relieve the horniness she’d been feeling ever since dinner. Sylvain had been so sensual, feeding her shrimp primavera and sips of a crisp white wine that they were considering getting for one of his New York City clubs. She reflected on the entire dinner, which was phenomenal on all levels.
“Your lips look so sexy when you eat,” Sylvain said. He was leaning forward and staring intensely into Taryn’s eyes as she took the food and ate it slowly, savoring it as if it would lead to an orgasm. It was so good that it just might.
“It’s hard not to feel sexy with you feeding me like that. It’s a bigger turn-on than I ever thought getting fed could be.”
“Then I shall feed you all the time. It’ll save me a lot of warm-up time every night,” Sylvain replied softly, chuckling.
Taryn looked at him and those familiar feelings of desire started to surface. They were in a small suite and there was no wait staff in there. She looked over to the door and smiled. There was a lock on it from the inside.
She stood up and went over to lock the door and turned around to look at Sylvain with a wicked grin. Taryn knew what she was doing was bold, but she was feeling bold.
“Hm
m…what’s going on,” Sylvain said. He was looking at Taryn, truly trying to contemplate what she was up to and it made her feel positively wicked and she loved it.
She went over to him and turned his chair around so he was facing her. Thank goodness for the swivel chair, Taryn thought. She leaned over and started to unzip his jeans and slid her hands underneath them, sliding them off. Sylvain lifted his hips up and she took them off, setting them to the side.
Taryn saw that Sylvain was getting hard already and it pleased her. She leaned forward and licked him from the tip of his penis down to his balls and then went back up and slid his massive girth into her mouth. “This is what I want you to feed me now,” Taryn mumbled.
She began moving up and down on Sylvain and could hear the sounds of pleasure escaping his lips while he muttered her name appreciatively. Taryn had never been down on a guy that was as big as Sylvain and it was such an awesome feeling, one that made her appreciate how her every movement of her tongue and mouth delivered something to Sylvain that he enjoyed.
