by Parker, Ali
I looked up at him as I worshipped his cock with my mouth. His brow was furrowed, his jaw was tight, and the muscles in his extended arm were flexed. He was so damn hot, and looking up at him from the ground only made him sexier to me.
When he pulled his shirt off over his head, I knew I was done for. I’d always known there would be a ripped body under there, but what he revealed was so much more than I ever could have imagined. He was powerful and looked like he’d been carved from stone. Every muscle was defined and bulging, and a thin trail of brown hair led from the middle of his chest down to his navel and then lower to his groin. His hips cut inward and pointed down in a V to the beast in my mouth.
I moaned around his girth when he took my hair in his free hand and guided me along his shaft. He liked it deep and slow. Calm and steady. When he held me down over his dick, I held his gaze. I pressed my tongue up against him, and he groaned with pleasure.
Then, he pulled me off of him and yanked me to my feet.
He pinned me against the wall. “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about this?”
I wrapped my fingers around his rock hard cock and massaged him. “Tell me.”
“Since the first night I saw you dance.”
“And what did you think about?”
Caleb pushed my hair off my face. “Devouring you.”
He lifted me off my feet like I weighed nothing and carried me over to his desk. He put me down and stripped me out of my jumpsuit. Then he picked me back up and set me down on the desk, right on the edge. He undid the straps of my shoes around my ankles and took my shoes off for me. They fell to the ground, and he grabbed me beneath the knees before dropping to a crouch between my legs. He spread them open wide, his hands still under my knees, and dipped his head down to run his tongue up and down my pulsing pussy. He swirled around my clit as he ran one hand down my leg and up to my center. He pulled my clit between his lips as he eased a finger inside me. He pressed up, found that spot that drove me wild, and made me come within seconds.
He lapped at my juices and fucked me harder. I fell back on my elbows on the desk and lifted my face to the ceiling. I gasped and cried out when I came again, and that seemed to satisfy his insatiable appetite.
He stood up between my legs and forced them farther apart. His lips glistened with my juices, and he leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my legs around his waist to feel his cock pressed against my pussy. I pushed down with my hips, inviting him in.
He put his hand on my chest. “Wait.” Then he reached over, opened a drawer, and pulled out a condom.
I arched an eyebrow. “That’s convenient.”
“You never know when the girl you’ve been fantasizing about is going to let you fuck her,” he growled as he tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth.
I wiggled my ass on the desk, and his meaty tip brushed against my clit. “You’re a smooth talker. You know that?”
“I try,” he said. He rolled the condom on and gripped his shaft, pointing it down to push it inside me.
I moaned as he entered me and gripped the edge of his desk. I whimpered as he filled me up, stretching me, and my body welcomed him. His size caused some pressure, and he waited for me to adjust to him.
“You’re fucking tight,” he said hoarsely.
“Does it feel good?” I asked, running a hand up his naked torso. I traced his abs, wandered over the ridge of his chest, and then let my fingers follow the veins in his arm down to the wrist of the hand planted beside me on the desk.
He nodded and hung his head as he began to thrust slowly in and out of me.
I arched my back. He drove in deeper with every thrust. A tightness unlike anything I’d ever felt before formed below my belly. It hardened with each and every pump he gave me until I thought I couldn’t bear it anymore.
I gripped his wrists and held myself up as he leaned over me. I nipped at his bottom lip, and he kissed me with a hunger that had me trembling beneath him. “Fuck me harder,” I pleaded.
Caleb rose to the occasion. His thrusts quickened, and he buried himself in me over and over until that tight knot blew apart. I threw my head back and screamed his name. He bowed his head to my chest and kissed my breasts before drawing my nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it.
I tightened my grip on his wrists and rolled my hips, grinding against him. “Fuck, yes. Harder, baby. Harder.”
Caleb grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me down on my elbows beneath him. I cried out in surprise, and he fucked me for all I was worth. His breathing became as ragged as mine, and he kissed and nibbled at my throat until I climaxed again. The fresh wetness of my orgasm sent him over the edge, and Caleb released my hair as he came hard, pumping until he’d expelled every last drop of semen.
We stayed where we were, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me, and I kissed him back, holding his face in my hands. I tried to show him with my tongue how grateful I was. My body had never felt so light before, and I’d never felt so desired. Wanted.
When we came apart, I hated how empty I felt. The condom was still on as Caleb pulled his boxers and pants up his legs. He buckled them up and stooped to grab his shirt. He passed me my bodysuit from where it lay on the floor.
I ran my fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry.”
He looked up at me with a furrowed brow. “For what?”
“For using Zandra when I told you I wouldn’t. It just makes things easier, you know?”
He nodded and came to me, putting a hand on my waist. “I know. I get it. But you do see where I’m coming from, right? You have a son. I know from experience that bad things happen to good people. Using Zandra is inviting those bad things in. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you. Or what Jayden would do.”
I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my cheek to his bare chest. “I’ll stop. I swear.”
He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face to his. He kissed the tip of my nose, and then my lips. It was the softest, sweetest kiss. “I’m glad.”
Chapter 19
Caleb
Lauryn pulled her jumpsuit up her long legs and tucked her arms under the straps. She adjusted her tits, pushing them up and tucking them under the fabric. I watched with fascination and a little bit of disappointment. I didn’t want the moment between us to end. It had been so good to be inside her.
She smiled up at me as she went and got her shoes from where they lay near the desk. She stepped into them and bent over to do up the straps. “I better get back out there before someone comes looking for us.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“You want me to stay?”
“Can you blame me?”
She straightened and fluffed her hair. “Not at all.” Then, she walked around me and planted a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll see you out there.”
After she left, I stood in my office for a couple of minutes. Then, when I figured she was most likely back on her platform, I left and made my way to the staff washroom to take the condom off and wash up. I locked the door behind me and splashed cold water on my face once I was done.
Fucking Lauryn had been a hundred times better than I ever imagined it being. She was tight and wet as hell, and we fit together like puzzle pieces. I wanted to bury myself inside her again. I wanted to lick her and feel her muscles tighten around my fingers when she came. I wanted to bend her over and fuck her in her ass too.
“You have a job to do,” I told myself in the mirror. “Get your head in the game.”
I went back out on the floor and did my job. At least, I tried to. My eyes were, as usual, drawn to Lauryn constantly. She consumed my thoughts more than ever, and every time I looked at her, she was looking back.
I caught up with Jack later in the evening at the front door. Nobody was allowed in anymore, as the club was at max capacity, and he was turning people away. Groups of younger, barely legal kids made big fusses about it, and Jack told them all to ta
ke a hike and suggested they try other establishments up and down the street. He was a big guy, so nobody fucked with him, and once the line was gone, he turned his attention to me.
“What’s going on, boss? How’s your night going?”
“Good,” I said. It was better than good. It was going great. “I wanted to ask you a favor.”
“Anything.”
“This Zandra thing is something we need to watch out for. I don’t mind users in the club seeing that the girls use that shit all the time, but the cops have been snooping around and shit. Let’s just make sure we’re watching. Close.”
Jack nodded. “Not a problem. Is there anything I should be wary of in particular?”
“No,” I said, maybe a little too quickly. “I’m just concerned that the girls might get busted.”
“Got it. Loud and clear.”
“Thanks, man. No drama tonight?”
Jack shook his head. “Been smooth sailing from the get-go. Everyone seems to be in a good mood. People just want to have a good time.”
“Good,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll catch you inside at the end of the night.”
I slipped back inside and did my usual route. I checked in with Samuel, who was busy pouring dozens of shots for a bachelorette party gone wild. He was raking in the tip money, and I shook my head at him when he nodded at the tip jar. He chuckled and turned his attention back to the ladies who were crowding his bar and begging him to make them more drinks. I heard him say, “Your wish is my command,” and all the girls burst into fits of giggling. The guy knew how to play to his audience.
At the end of the night, things wound down calmly. All the guests left, and we were cleaning up and getting ready to leave by three in the morning. I’d be the last one out since it was my job to lock up the doors. When almost everyone was gone, Lauryn emerged from the back room. She was back in her usual street clothes, tight jeans, white sneakers, and a gray sweater. She looked cute as hell.
She came over to me and nudged me with her elbow. “I’m sorry again that I lied to you.”
“It’s all right,” I said, nudging her back.
She chuckled softly and leaned up against the wall beside me off to the side of the front doors. I was waiting for everyone to clear out before I locked up. She crossed her ankles. “And I wanted to thank you as well. A real thank you.”
I glanced down at her and felt my eyebrows creep up my forehead.
She smiled at my expression. “For kicking Cliff out and doing what I didn’t have the nerve to do. I shouldn’t have let him into my life in the first place, let alone let him stay for ten months. That was wrong of me. Especially since I have Jayden. So thank you for getting me out of a really shitty situation. I don’t know how to show you how much I appreciate it.”
“You already did.” I winked.
Lauryn rolled her eyes and gave me a playful shove. I chuckled, too, and she licked her lips. “I mean it. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”
“I can think of something,” I said.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Don’t be a horndog now that you’ve, you know, got what you wanted.”
I laughed and shook my head. “No, that’s not what I meant. I was thinking of something better. You could make it up to me by letting me take you out tomorrow night.”
“Like on a date?”
“Yeah. A date.”
Lauryn turned a fluorescent shade of pink. “Um. Yes. I would love to, actually. But I don’t have anyone to watch Jayden and—”
“Let me talk to Jamie. I’m sure she’d be willing to watch him again tomorrow night. Just for a few hours. Then, you and I can finally get to know each other outside of this place,” I gestured around at Kadia.
Lauryn adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “That would be really nice.”
“Good. It’s decided then. I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Okay.” She nodded. “Well, I’d better go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She went to leave, and I caught her wrist. “How are you getting home?”
“The bus.”
I shook my head. “Not anymore. Let me drive you?”
The pink of her cheeks darkened to a red shade, but she nodded.
“Great. Can you wait a few minutes? I can’t leave until everyone else is gone. Then, I’ll lock up and get you home.”
“I can wait,” she said.
We stood and waited until everyone had gone. The last to leave was Sadie, who came out of the back room loaded down with bags of stuff. She looked back and forth between us and made a curious sound in the back of her throat. “What are the two of you doing?”
Lauryn glanced at me then back at Sadie. “Caleb is going to drive me home tonight so I don’t have to take the bus.”
“How sweet,” Sadie said. Her voice was anything but sweet. It said, “I know what you guys did in your office.” I grimaced. Sadie was the last person I wanted poking her nose in my business. I was a private person by nature, and Sadie was not.
“Can I help you carry your stuff out to your car, Sadie?” I offered.
“Sure.” She grinned, letting two of her bags fall off her shoulder and handing them to me. I took them, and she looked me up and down. “Sure is nice having a big, strong man around to help out.” She winked at Lauryn.
“Stop it,” Lauryn said. There was a hint of playfulness to her voice, but there was also a sharp edge to it. Like me, she didn’t want Sadie injecting herself where she wasn’t welcome.
Once everyone had left, I locked up the club and walked with Sadie and Lauryn down the block to where Sadie was parked. I loaded her shit in her trunk, and she hugged Lauryn and said goodnight. Then, she planted a kiss on my cheek and got in her car and drove off.
Lauryn gave me a smug look. “She thinks you’re hot. And she’s jealous.”
“She’s not jealous. She’s crazy. Always has been.”
Lauryn giggled, and we walked back to my car. “She’s not that crazy. She’s just had a hard go of things, and her sense of humor is a little … strange.”
“I don’t like how she looks at me.”
Lauryn burst out laughing and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, you mean you don’t like being looked at the way men look at women?”
“I regret saying that. I take it back.”
Lauryn snickered and shook her head at me. I’d never heard her laugh so much before. It was music to my ears, and I wanted to do everything possible to keep her laughing.
So, on the drive home, we goofed off. I told lame jokes that surprisingly made her laugh, and she bantered with me all the way to her apartment. It was like we’d been longtime friends. Which I guess we had. All that had changed was that the miles of space between us had suddenly disappeared. We’d been vulnerable with each other, and the walls were down.
We had a fresh start, which was something I knew we both needed more than anything else.
When I parked the car in front of Lauryn’s building, she unbuckled her seatbelt and looked out the passenger window.
“Everything all right?” I asked.
She nodded. “It’s better than all right. It’s just weird knowing that Cliff isn’t in there. It’s weird not being scared to go home.”
Her words made me hurt for her. “I wish I could have gotten rid of him sooner.”
She shrugged and looked back at me. “Me too. But what’s done is done. He’s gone now.”
“True.”
She smiled and grabbed her bag at her feet. When she opened the car door and started to get out, I took her arm and pulled her back to me. Lauryn opened her mouth to protest, but I sealed her lips with mine, cutting her off as she began speaking. She yielded instantly, opening her mouth as I slid my tongue along hers. As the kiss deepened, she let go of her bags and wrapped one hand around the back of my neck. Her fingers wandered up into my hair.
I cupped her cheek in one hand and kissed her until we were both breathless. We broke apar
t, and she was smiling. And blushing. How could she be so cute and sexy all at the same time?
“I’d better go in and relieve Jamie of her duties,” she said. Her voice trembled.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
Lauryn got out of the car and bent over to look at me as she rested one hand on top of the passenger door. “I’ll be impatiently waiting.” She closed the door, turned, and walked to the apartment doors. I watched to make sure she was safely inside, and she waved before she got on the elevator.
I drove off, feeling better than I’d felt in months. Maybe longer.
Chapter 20
Lauryn
It had been exactly ten months since I’d been on a real date, the sort of date where you actually put effort into your outfit, your makeup, and your hair. The sort of date where you have butterflies all day long and you can’t eat and you have to make frequent trips to the washroom all day long because of your damn nerves.
It was infuriating and exciting all at the same time.
I thought I had everything under control until about six thirty, half an hour before Caleb was due to arrive. My hair was in big foam curlers on top of my head, and my makeup was mostly done. All that was left was to do my lipstick, but I wanted to brush my teeth first like a respectable woman.
As I was looking around trying to find my dress, I started to panic. I couldn’t find the damn thing anywhere.
Given my job and the grade of man I’d been in a relationship with for almost an entire year, my wardrobe had taken several steps back from being “classy.” It was mostly a mixture of jeans, leggings, and dresses that were too short. Nothing was suitable for a real date with a nice guy who I actually really liked.
“Fuck me,” I mumbled as I dropped to my knees beside the bed and pressed my cheek to the floor to peer beneath it. All that was under there was some dust bunnies and a shallow box full of things I hadn’t looked at in years. Typical shit you’d find under a young woman’s bed.
I sat back on my heels and scratched my forehead. Where would I have put it?
