"Give it time," she said.
"I'm not that bad," Gael protested.
"Yes you are," Cerise shot back. She gave me an apologetic look. "We've still got that afterparty to go to. There's going to be music execs. I need to network. Do you mind keeping an eye on him tonight?"
"No, it's fine."
"Great." She turned to Gael and pointed her finger at him. "No trashing the place. No getting caught with your pants down in public. No punching the paparazzi who will inevitably be the ones to catch you."
"Don't worry, I'll be good." Gael's grin was lascivious as he flicked his eyes to mine, full of wicked mischief. I fought back a full body flush.
Cerise led Gael and I to the club next door, where the afterparty was behind held. It was newly opened and apparently super exclusive. A guy in one of the bands knew someone who had connections. Only specially invited guests were allowed in, making it less likely that unwanted fans would crash the party. A beefy, intimidating bouncer guarded the front doors. He must have recognized Cerise and Gael, because he gave them a nod and let us through.
The club was large, with two levels. The ground floor held a massive dance floor surrounded by a handful of bars spread throughout. The upper level seemed to be a lounge area with seating, mostly squishy-looking leather armchairs and loveseats with coffee tables in between. There were already several dozen people milling and dancing to the heavy, pounding beat blasting from the speakers.
As soon as I walked through the velvet ropes Cerise spotted someone she said she needed to talk to and left the two of us alone.
"You're part of my inner circle now," Gael said, slipping an arm around my waist. His thumb took its usual place in the hollow of my hip. "How does it feel to be with the cool kids?"
"Cool kids?" I pretended to look around. "I'm not seeing any cool kids. Who exactly are you taking about?"
"Ouch," he fake-winced. "So we're back to you putting me down?"
"You bring it on yourself." If I didn't try to create some distance between us, I knew I'd end up giving in.
We'd barely made our way to the closest bar when I spotted the members of Feral Silence, Natalie and Morris included, and a couple members of Darkest Days. I gave Natalie a wave and a nod. She waved back, staring pointedly at Gael's arm around my shoulders and giving me a knowing look, as if to say, and what is this I see? Jessie with a rock star? I never thought I'd see the day.
I made a face at her and turned my back. I didn't want everyone to know about me and Gael. Surely it wasn't odd for him to have his arm around my waist?
Ugh. It was definitely odd.
Gael took that moment to lean down and murmur in my ear. "Knowing you were out there watching me, wet for me, was such a turn on. I nearly blew my load on stage."
I shoved him away, putting a few feet of space between us. "How romantic."
"Do you want romantic?" The question actually sounded sincere as he watched me carefully, his head tilted to the side.
"I thought you knew what I wanted," I said sarcastically.
That carnal grin returned. He stepped forward, crowding me, making me take small steps backward. "Sweetness, I know what you need."
"And what's that?" I asked, even though I knew better than to challenge him.
With his hands on my hips, he slowly guided me down a dark hallway, removed from the other partygoers. "You need my fingers." He ran one hand down my throat to my chest. "My tongue." He leaned down and pressed his lips to my neck, flicking his tongue out for a taste. "My cock." He shifted his hips forward, until his hardness dug into my stomach.
I shivered as he echoed the same words I'd been thinking earlier. Maybe he did know what I needed. I'd certainly never lusted after another man this way before. Not as much as I lusted over Gael.
"Let's go upstairs," he whispered in my ear. "We can try to find a secluded corner."
Were we really going to do this in the middle of a crowded club?
"I'm surprised you're not asking me to go out back so we can fuck in the alley," I bit out.
"Did I say anything about fucking?" He grinned against the skin of my neck. "I told you, you're going to come on my fingers. And then maybe my tongue. You're going to come so many times you'll be drenched for me."
"I'm not going to let you fuck me." I put as much force behind the words as I could.
"But you'll let me make you come?"
Maybe, I thought, but didn't say it out loud.
Fingers were already trailing up my thighs, hitching my skirt up to my waist. His hard length against my stomach sent crazy thoughts running through my head. I wanted to feel him in my hands. To taste him on my tongue. I wanted to take him into my body, wanted to feel him moving inside me. My legs went weak as I imagined it, nearly faltering.
Gael thrust a knee between my legs to keep me upright. With my skirt up to my waist, my panties were the only barrier between my clit and the rough scratch of his jeans. The stimulation was enough to send shivers through my spine. I ground down against his thigh, wanting more of that feeling, wanting him to move with me.
He did more than oblige. He ran his hand down my side until he was at my hip, between my legs, at the apex of my thighs. I spread for him, my mind for once on the same wavelength as my body.
He slipped his hand into my panties and pressed down on my clit. I let out a muffled shriek, biting my lip. The sensation of his thumb rubbing small circles had me trembling. My nerves were on fire, my toes curling and uncurling in my shoes. I clung to his shoulders like a lifeline, as if his solid presence could keep me from flying apart.
"You like that?" he spoke into my ear, low and heated.
I nodded enthusiastically, taking heaving breaths.
"You need more?"
I whimpered, imagining what more entailed.
"Tell me," he insisted.
"Yes," I moaned. "I need more."
He circled my entrance, seeking the warmth between my folds. "Tell me what you need."
"Inside. I need you inside me."
With a deft motion, he pushed two fingers into me, the calloused skin rasping against my inner walls.
I moaned aloud, thrashing my head back until it bumped against the wall. He used his free hand to cradle the back of my head, protecting it. Soft fingers sifted through the strands, completely at odds with the rough slide of his fingers pumping in and out of me.
"Fuck," he cursed. "You're so goddamn wet. Just wanna slide myself right into that tight cunt of yours."
My mind clouded over with desire. I spread my legs wider, hitching one thigh around his waist, as if inviting him to do just that. He growled, deep in his throat.
"Don't fucking tempt me, sweetness," he grunted. "Or I'll shove my cock inside you right here in the middle of this club."
The cloud dispersed, reality slowly sinking in. We were at a club. A party after the concert. I was supposed to be keeping Gael out of trouble.
What the fuck was I doing?
I groaned and tried to pull away. One large hand planted itself on my thigh, keeping it hiked around his waist. His fingers didn't stop the whole time, continuing that push and pull that was driving me so crazy.
"Don't go running away scared," he admonished.
"We're in public." I whispered, my breath catching in my throat.
His eyes flashed with dark amusement. "You want privacy? Okay. I can work with that."
Ever so slowly he slipped out of me, making me whine in the back of my throat at the loss. He slid my panties back up and tugged my skirt back in place until I was semi-respectable.
"Let's go."
Chapter 7
I let him drag me out of the dark hallway and upstairs, my mind clashing with my body over whether or not I should be doing this. With my hand in his, we weaved through party guests as they danced and drank and laughed. His thumb brushed over the back of my hand, caressing the skin. All the hairs on my arms raised from that slight touch.
He stopped in front of a door near
the back of the club with a placard reading private on the front.
"Wait," I said, digging my heels into the floor and grimacing.
He eyed me curiously, as if wondering whether I was going to change my mind.
"I'm not gonna fuck you in the restroom of a club. That's trashy."
"But you do want to fuck me?" The cocky smirk that graced his lips made me want to punch him. I stayed silent. He pushed opened the door to reveal a smallish, dimly lit room, with a black leather sofa and armchair. "Don't worry, it's not a restroom. It's a special VIP lounge."
"You mean it's the room where CEOs snort coke off a hooker's ass?"
"I'm sure it has other uses. For example, right now—" he whirled me around, nearly swooping me up in his arms. I squeaked as he deposited me on the squishy sofa. "— right now I'm going to use this room to make you come until you're dying for me to fuck you."
"Not gonna happen," I shot back, even as I let my legs fall open, baring my wet panties to his gaze.
His eyes flashed with wicked amusement as he stalked forward. "I do like a challenge."
Looming over me, he hooked his fingers underneath the elastic of my panties, slowly tugging them down until they dangled from one ankle. He caressed up and down my inner thighs, the rough drag of his skin causing goosebumps on the back of my neck.
I shivered as he lowered his head, kissing up my thighs, moving closer and closer to where I wanted him. Where I needed him. I bit my lip to keep from pleading with him to just fucking do it.
He darted down. With one swift motion he sucked my clit into his mouth. My lips parted in a silent scream, my throat closing, unable to make a sound as his lips and tongue played with me, licking and nipping and sucking.
I buried my hands in his hair, urging him closer, pulling on the strands. It must have hurt but he didn't say a word of protest.
I nearly wept when he stopped, only to let out a silent moan when his tongue returned, probing my wet folds, seeking my entrance. I shuddered as he dipped into me, delving as deep inside as he could.
My limbs trembled. So close. I was so close. Blood rushed through my ears, blocking out all sounds aside from my own heavy breathing. I had no idea if the room was soundproofed. It was all I could do not to scream out loud.
He switched back to playing with my clit. He was so goddamn good at this. He did something with his tongue, some sort of swirl and flick motion and it nearly undid me. I was just on the edge.
"Gael," I moaned, tugging on his head violently. "Please."
He thrust his fingers inside me, curling upwards, hitting that one delicious spot. I did scream then, a choked sound as I exploded, pleasure surging through my entire body, starting from my very core and racing outwards towards every limb, every finger, and every toe.
He didn't stop. He continued to ease me through it, until the pressure of his tongue was almost too much, bordering on the verge of pain.
My fingers clenched in his hair, tugging him up to meet my lips, rough and wild. I breathed heavily into his mouth, tasting myself in our passionate kiss.
I was still coming down from the aftershocks. His fingers were still inside me. His cock was rock solid, digging into my stomach, hard and unyielding.
I was going to hold firm. I wasn't going to let him fuck me in the middle of a club.
But that didn't mean we couldn't do something else. In fact, my mouth was watering at the mere thought of it.
I broke away from our kiss with a gasp.
"I'll have to try harder next time," he smirked.
"W-what?" I breathed.
"You're not screaming for me to fuck you yet."
There was something I wanted more than to get fucked by Gael. I shifted on the sofa, slithering down his body until I was underneath him, my mouth right at the zipper of his leather pants. I looked up to meet his eyes at the same time as I reached for the zipper.
Gael's eyes blazed with heat, almost mad with lust. "You sure?"
I nodded silently.
He cupped my cheek, his thumb against my bottom lip. I flicked my tongue out, tasting him, in anticipation of what was to come. He pushed his thumb into my mouth, stroking the flat of my tongue. I pursed my lips and sucked, keeping my eyes trained on him. He let out a groan. "Fuck, you're going to kill me if you keep giving me that look."
I didn't know what look I was giving him, but if it affected him so much, I was going to keep doing it.
With the palm of my hand, I applied gentle pressure to the stiff bulge in his pants, caressing and stroking through the tough fabric. The thought of what I was going to do caused heat to flare up inside me again. I unzipped him hurriedly, my hands shaking, not taking my time. The only thing I wanted in that moment was his cock in my mouth and I didn't care if he knew it.
"You eager, sweetness?" he asked in dark, low tones.
I didn't answer out loud, just gave a shaky nod. With the zipper down, his cock sprung free. My eyes widened. Fuck, he looked delicious. Thick, with a large, flared head, hard and unyielding. It strained towards me, as if seeking the heat of my lips and tongue.
My heart thumped madly. He was also big. Really big. I hadn't been worried before, but now I wondered if maybe I'd been too hasty. Gael was huge. How on earth would I ever fit him into my mouth, let alone other places?
I heard him hum in amusement. He was no doubt enjoying my reaction to how well endowed he was.
I wasn't going to let it deter me. With one hand on his hip I urged him forward until the tip was an inch away from my mouth. I parted my lips as I looked up to meet his eyes. I waited until we'd locked gazes. His blue eyes burned with need. Still, I waited, licking my lips to wet them, just barely missing the tip of his cock.
"You like teasing?" he whispered. Gael plucked one of my nipples, pinching lightly. "'Cause I can—"
Without waiting for him to finish, I took the entire head in my mouth, sucking him down.
"Fuck!" Gael cursed, falling forward and planting a hand next to my head on the sofa.
I made sure to keep my lips pressed in a tight circle, bobbing up and down slightly, mimicking the motions of sex. He was burning hot in my mouth, laying heavy on my tongue. Silky smooth skin belied the hard steel of him. He tasted as delicious as he looked, my mouth and nose filling with that now-familiar scent, woodsy and masculine.
Using the tip of my tongue, I played with the underside of his flared head, circling and licking. I was enthralled by the texture of him, smooth in some places, ridged in others. I wanted to examine every inch of his cock.
He let out a shaky groan. "Fuck, that tongue of yours..."
I practically glowed, pride filling me. I was able to make him feel as good as he made me. I wanted that. I wanted him to come completely undone. I wanted to be the one to make him fall apart.
I doubled my efforts, taking him as far into my mouth as I could manage. With his size, it wasn't as far as I wanted. He didn't seem to care, if the continuous stream of soft groans and quiet curses was anything to go by.
I knew he was close when he buried his hands in my hair and tugged.
"Jessie," he said, urgent.
I gripped his thighs with my hands, keeping him in place. I sucked him down, using my lips and tongue to bring him over the edge. He let out one final choked groan and pulsed in my mouth. I sealed my lips around the head of his cock and let him spill into me, savoring the taste of him.
When he was finished and began to soften, I pulled back, letting him leave my mouth slowly, taking care to clean up every last drop with my tongue.
"Fuck." He breathed heavily, his chest heaving. "You're amazing."
I licked my lips, enjoying the lingering taste of him. "And now I'm going to give you what you want."
He let out a choked laugh. "I think you already gave me what I want, sweetness."
I pulled his head down for a scorching hot kiss, tangling my tongue with his. When we pulled apart, he was breathless again. I tugged on his hair, not speaking until his eyes were
locked on mine.
"I need you to take me home and fuck me."
Chapter 8
Gael sped the whole way back to my apartment. We probably broke about a dozen traffic laws getting there.
I didn't care. All I cared about was dragging him upstairs and getting his cock inside me as soon as possible. By the time he pulled me through the door and slammed it shut I was wet for him again.
I'd been wet for him all night.
He gave me heated kisses as we landed on my bed, bouncing a few times. I pulled off his shirt and threw it to the floor, taking the time to admire the taut muscles and inked skin.
"These are beautiful," I told him.
The abstract designs were intriguing to me. I didn't have tattoos, and I'd never seen any this close up before.
"How long have you had these?" I asked, tracing my finger along the edge of one pattern in particular.
"Some I got years ago." He seemed content to let me explore him. "Some are newer." He tapped the ones near his collarbone. "I only got these a few months ago."
As I ran my hands up his chest, he ran his hands down my front, cupping my breasts, trailing down my stomach, and tugging at the waistband of my skirt.
"Too many clothes," he murmured into my mouth.
I squirmed out of my skirt, leaving me in my leather corset and panties. He pulled at the clasps, undoing each one until the two halves fell apart, leaving me bare. He immediately bent down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, licking and nibbling. I let out a moan and buried my hands in his hair.
"No bra?" he said against my skin, teasing as he switched from one nipple to another.
"Don't need one with a corset," I gasped.
He mouthed at my nipples, biting down lightly to turn them blushing pink, then pulling back to blow cool on air on them, making me shiver. Every brush of his tongue, every nip of his teeth sent heat spiking through me.
By the time he had me shaking and panting, he'd already divested me of my panties. The motion had been so smooth I didn't notice until I felt the hard nudge of his cock against my folds. Somehow in between playing with my nipples and kissing me breathless he'd managed to kick off his jeans and put on protection. I bucked my hips, trying to get closer, wanting to feel him moving inside me more than anything.
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