by Mia Carson
The naked woman was splayed out on the bed, and the man standing at the edge of the bed held one of her legs by the ankle. He hoisted it up into the air and thrust hard into her. Harley’s mouth fell open as the woman’s back arched and she grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard as the man moved with a fury. Every muscle in his back and ass flexed as he moved like a beast in heat. Harley gasped and her fingers brushed her lips, wanting suddenly to know what that would feel like, to have someone pound so hard into her body. The man pulled out and rolled the woman onto her stomach. He climbed up on the bed behind her, grabbed her hair, and thrust inside her again even harder and faster than before. An ache grew in Harley’s lower belly, and she bit her lip as the woman cried out, her voice raw with passion. With Harley leading the way, she and Sam moved to the next window. This time, she felt his body stiffen beside hers and glanced at his face. He was just as transfixed as she was by what lay on the other side of the glass.
The two women took turns sucking the man’s cock as he palmed one between her legs and kissed the other when her mouth was not otherwise occupied. Their naked flesh gleamed with sweat, and Harley pictured herself as one of those women instead of simply standing there watching. One of the women deep-throated the man, and Sam cursed under his breath before tugging Harley gently towards the next window.
This one, though, was worse, and Harley’s mouth fell open as her hand clenched at her stomach. She prayed no one noticed how soaked her thong was and stifled a strangled moan of her own as she watched the woman on the other side of the glass. She sucked one man’s cock hard and another rode her from behind while something else appeared to be sticking out of her ass. Harley swallowed hard, wondering exactly what it would be like to have all three of her openings filled. The woman moaned loudly around the man’s shaft in her mouth, and her face scrunched, making it look like she thoroughly enjoyed herself. Harley’s breasts felt heavy and her nipples tightened painfully beneath the corset as she watched the woman writhe in pleasure. The men came only a few seconds later, spilling into her at both ends. She might hate the situation that had brought her here, but some deep, dark part of her longed to be touched like that, to be driven to pleasure by a man who only wanted to hear her scream with ecstasy. The next few windows were about the same, but when they reached one on the opposite side of the hall, Harley gazed in confused admiration at the woman on the couch.
She was alone in the room. Her fingers pinched and rolled her nipple while her other slipped down her body. Her legs spread wide for full view of everyone watching and she slid her fingers deep within her body.
“You all right?” Sam asked roughly.
“Huh? Yeah…yeah, I’m fine,” she replied when she realized she gasped in shock at the strong throbbing between her legs. “Just…you know, watching someone masturbate…” she whispered hotly.
He let out a strangled laugh. “Yeah. Uh…so, how about another drink?”
“Drink. Right, a drink would be good.”
They reached the bar quickly, and she ordered a whiskey. He nodded in approval and did the same. The second the glass was in her hand, Harley drank it down and tapped her nails on the glass, trying to understand the intense and very raw needs clawing through her body. She knew which room was hers for the night, and she slammed her glass down on the bar and grabbed Sam’s arm. Without a word, she pulled him through the crowd and down the hall named ‘Lovers’ Lane.’ She searched the doors for the right number, wondering if this would be as good as she hoped it would, or if, by the end of it, she would hate Sam. When the gold number seven caught her eyes, she opened it and shoved Sam inside, closing and locking the door behind her.
“Sorry,” she said as she turned around breathless. “I…ah, needed to get away from the crowd.” She swallowed hard as he finished his whiskey and set the glass down on the table.
“I don’t blame you,” he said, his deep voice brushing over her suddenly sensitive skin. “I was never a big fan of crowds myself.”
Nodding, she pushed herself away from the door, very aware of their bodies in this silk-covered room with the large bed centered in the middle of it. The reason for her being in this room with a complete stranger vanished as she let her eyes wander from Sam’s shoulder-length hair to his broad chest and shoulders, down to his waist and the bulge clearly visible in his leather pants. Instead of it making her nervous, her lips parted and she licked them in anticipation of what this night could bring her. She trusted Sam. She didn’t even know the man, but the look in his eyes and the way he was as nervous as she was inspired trust.
“You wear those pants well,” she commented.
“You wear that corset well,” he pointed out. “Very well, actually.” He took a step closer and so did she, leaving a gap between them. “I’ve never seen anything like that—down that hall, I mean. Though I’ve never seen anyone like you before either,” he added quietly, his neck reddening.
“Me neither. I meant about the hall…and you too.” The ache throbbed fiercely to life in her soaked, aching folds as he shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it aside. She rubbed her thighs together to stem the heat sparking to life, but it worsened.
Sam’s eyes caught the movement and his jaw clenched. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words were lost. She understood the feeling completely. There were so many things she wanted to ask him, but all she pictured was that woman on the bed as the man spread her legs and buried himself within her. She’d never had that. She had fantasized about it, but the right man had never come along. There was still so much she didn’t know about this man, but she knew without a doubt that if she had sex with him, she would never forget it.
Unsure what to do first, she let her instinct guide her and closed the distance between them. She cupped his face gently in her hands as he frowned down at her, his eyes searching hers for guidance. Harley thought of everything this mysterious man had already done for her just being the winning bidder and she kissed him.
Their lips met in a tentative touch, but the fire that exploded in her body from the contact consumed her. He grunted as his arm snaked around her waist and dragged her against his hard body. The kiss deepened, and he quickly took control. She pressed herself into him, and when his tongue flicked out along her lip, she opened her mouth. His arm tensed around her body, and he maneuvered them backwards towards a wall until her back pressed firmly against it. She couldn’t get enough of him and never wanted this kiss with a stranger to end. His hands slid to her waist and grabbed her hips hard as he ground his lower half against hers. His mouth shifted to her neck, and she gasped for air while he kissed a burning trail down to her shoulder. His hair was softer than she thought it would be, and she ran her hands through it repeatedly as his lips neared the mounds of her breasts.
As suddenly as the kiss started, Sam stopped and pulled back with a shake of his head.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asked, confused at the action as her mind tried to catch up. “Sam?”
“Sorry. I just…damn.”
She watched his face closely, wondering what was running through his mind. “Good damn or bad damn?”
“Good, I think. That kiss was insane. I’ve never felt so much heat from one touch.” His fingers trailed down her cheek, and Harley shivered with need. Her eyes slipped closed as he caressed her neck with his fingertips, gliding down to her chest and across her heavy breasts. “It’s almost like I know you.”
Her eyes opened and she tilted her head. “You know, I felt the same thing earlier,” she admitted. “I thought it was nerves messing with me.”
His eyes glimmering with hunger, he kissed the pulse at her neck and she grabbed the back of his head. His other hand cupped her bare ass cheek, and she arched her back, wanting to be as close to him as possible. The stubble from his face scratched the tender flesh of her breasts, tickling her. A breathy laugh escaped her mouth, and he lifted his face, grinning at her.
“This feels so right and wrong at the s
ame time,” he muttered.
“Wrong? You don’t want to do this?” she asked, confused. Panic crept slowly into her mind. “You paid for this, but I guess if you’re not up for it…” Pushing sex on someone was not her plan for the night, but she had to convince him at some point he wanted to have sex. She needed him to take her so she would have proof for Ricky.
“No,” he said quickly. “I meant it feels right, but this situation seems wrong. Damn, I can’t think straight right now.” He released his hold on her, and she lamented the absence of his solid body and the heat that came with it. He ran his hand over his face and laughed.
Harley wasn’t sure what to do, but watching him laugh made her smile, and soon, she was laughing with him. “Are you saying you don’t want to do this with me?”
“I do. God, do I want to, but not like this.”
“Are you trying to tell me you want to date me?” she asked, her laughter dying in her throat as a soft smile played across her face. She hadn’t had a boyfriend since high school. She’d never dated anyone steady after that, and this guy who’d bought her for her virginity didn’t want to have sex with her because he wanted to date her.
He shrugged one massive shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I am. I think seeing that out there got me riled up, but now that I’m with you…can we talk for a while? Hang out and enjoy each other’s company?”
Harley knew that at some point, she would have to explain her need for proof, but she nodded slowly and walked over to the couch to sit down. If he wanted to talk, they would talk. “I think I’d like that, actually.” She patted the seat beside her, and Sam joined her. “So, you said your friend dragged you here tonight. He sounds like a good friend, I think.”
He barked a laugh and rested his head in his hand. “I wasn’t so sure earlier, but I got a chance to meet you, so the evening’s not a total waste.”
“I honestly still can’t believe I did this,” she said and waved her hands over her dressed-up body.
“It’s good to be adventurous sometimes. You do look amazing, by the way. I’m not sure if I told you that, but you are an incredible woman.”
Shyly, she tugged the corset up in the front, still uncomfortable in the getup, and pushing her boobs up with the fabric. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself, though I could do without the thong. It’s been riding up my ass all night—and you did not need to hear that,” she added quickly, her cheeks burning.
Sam leaned in closer and murmured, “I never was much for thongs, myself. They tend to get stuck.”
Harley waited a beat as she stared at his serious face before she burst out laughing and he joined her. “Funny guy, huh?”
“When I’m in the mood, I guess.” His eyes never left her face, but Harley wasn’t bothered by it. Before, all she saw was loss, but now, as she talked to him, a light appeared in those hazel irises, a light she wanted to see more of. “I guess I’ve been a downer lately—at least, that’s what my friend told me. And my employees, and my board.”
“It sounds like you have a lot of people who care about you,” she pointed out. “Wait, your employees? What exactly do you do for a living?”
He hesitated and she watched the light dim for a second in his eyes. “I own an accounting and marketing firm in the city. I started it from scratch, and here I am today.”
“Yes, here you are, able to spend half a million for a night with a cocktail waitress.”
“Good company is hard to find these days, for me,” he told her and lifted his fingers to brush across her cheek again. “Especially finding someone I feel comfortable enough around to talk to like this.”
She leaned into his hand and, on impulse, kissed his open palm. “I’m sure me being half naked doesn’t hurt matters.”
“Your eyes were the first thing I noticed about you.”
Harley rested her hand easily on his leg as if she’d done it a hundred times before. “The same with you—well, and your hair. Not many men can pull off long hair and leather pants. I must say, I’m impressed.”
He gave her a charmingly crooked grin. “It’s a look I’ve had for a long time. They’re surprisingly comfortable,” he confided with a wink. “So, a cocktail waitress.”
She drew her hand back, picking at her nails, and lowered her face. “It pays the bills.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean it to sound bad. I worked at a few bars when I started out. I was a bouncer, too, and a janitor at a few casinos.” He lifted her chin. “Don’t sell yourself short.”
His words touched her, and as she rested her gaze on his, she saw how much more to Sam there was behind those words. Her life was rough and she knew, simply by looking at another person, if they came from the same shitty lot in life. Sam had seen loss and pain, and buried beneath that was an anger she understood all too well. Someone close to him had cut him deep, so deep he would never forgive them. Harley carried around the same anger for her mom. Funny she’d found a kindred spirit in a place like this.
“I want to get back to school eventually, but things have been rough,” she explained.
“Hopefully, my contribution helps you out a bit.” His grin widened.
“You have no idea how much you saved my ass tonight, really.”
“It’s an ass worth saving, if you don’t mind me saying so,” he mentioned as he took a gander at her exposed thigh and ass cheek, thanks to the slant of her body exposing so much skin. He moved his hand to follow the path his eyes took, running gently up her thigh to cup her rear again, and she sucked in a breath, his touch setting every nerve on fire.
She closed her eyes, and the images of the woman being filled from both ends made her bite her lip as she imagined closing her lips around the bulging erection in Sam’s leather pants, or having him plunge deep inside her as he fondled her breasts. His grip tightened on her ass, and he whispered her name, scooting closer on the couch. As if the rubber band holding their emotions in check snapped at the same time, Harley lifted her body to straddle his lap as he brought her face down to kiss her fiercely. His cock pressed between her legs, teasing the soft flesh, and she moved her hips, not thinking anymore and not really caring either. Her body knew what it wanted, and Harley was helpless to fight against it.
His tongue explored her cleavage, and he pressed himself up between her thighs. “This is insanity,” he growled in her ear before he sucked hard on the lobe.
“That’s a good word for it,” she gasped as her hands fisted in his shirt. “Sam…”
He tugged at the pins holding her hair up, and lock by lock, it cascaded over her shoulders. When he ran his fingers through it, she shook out her hair with a laugh and rested her forehead against his.
“How come I didn’t find you outside of this damn club?” he asked on a breath.
“I have no idea.” She bit her lower lip and picked playfully at his shirt buttons. “Sam…I…uh, I am a virgin for real, though, so when this does go further…be gentle with me.”
He breathed out loudly through his nose and held her face in his hands, sweetly kissing the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and lastly, her lips. “How about we don’t let it go that far? I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else, but not in this place.”
“So you still want to date me?” she asked with an arched brow.
“How about this? I’ll leave you my number, and if you decide you want to see where this goes—where it could go—then you give me a call.” He reached into his back pocket and removed a wallet. “The second number is my cell.”
Harley took the card and stared at the number and his full name and title printed in glossy black letters. “Samuel Benson, nice to meet you. Harley Smith.”
He shook the hand she held out to him for the second time that night. “At your service, Ms. Smith,” he said with another charming smile that made her wish they were anywhere else. “But I think I’m going to call it a night before I ruin whatever real chance I have with an enticing woman such as yourself.”
She slid off hi
s lap and watched him smooth back his hair. He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there’s a romantic lurking beneath all that leather and black cloth.”
He shrugged as he reached for his jacket. “I guess you’ll have to call to find out.”
He was at the door with his hand on the handle when she remembered the conditions of how she was supposed to end this night. “Wait!” she whispered harshly and leapt off the couch. “This is going to sound terrible, but I’m supposed to show some sort of proof of what happened in here. You know—”
“Is that a requirement? Really?” he asked as anger flickered across his face, but she sensed it was not directed at her. “What bastard came up with that rule?”
“The bastard who runs this club, but I think I’m a special circumstance,” she said and shook her head. “Never mind. I’ll convince him somehow.”
“No, I will,” he said and stalked towards her. He reached up and gently mussed her hair more and loosened her corset at the back, each tug awakening feelings of longing to fall into bed with this man and let him hold her all night long. He ran his hands down her body and snapped each garter loose, shoved her nylons down, and helped her slip out of her heels. Then he messed up his hair, unbuttoned his shirt halfway, and as a final touch, lifted her off her feet so they were eye level. She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Kiss me. Make it look good.”
His smile fell as she ran her fingers along his cheekbones then down to his clenched jaw. There was enough lipstick left on her mouth to leave a mark if she really wanted to. And damn, did she want to. She didn’t want any other woman touching Sam. He was hers—maybe not yet, but she doubted she would last a week before she called him with a need to feel this connection again. Her eyes closed as she leaned in and kissed him. It started slow, but when his hands closed tighter around her, their tongues warred for control of the kiss that had him backing up against the nearest wall. For good measure, she trailed her lips to his neck and left a few marks there as well.
