The Private Club

by J. S. Cooper

  “Why are you telling me that?”

  “Because I don’t want you to fail.”

  “Sure.”

  “Can I lie down next to you?”

  “Don’t you have anything else to do?”

  “I wanted to talk to you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you interest me.”

  “What about me interests you? My breasts?” I was being sarcastic and I didn’t care. I was annoyed at how excited I felt inside now that that he had joined me in the room.

  “I’d be lying if I said that your breasts weren’t as sweet as they were juicy,” he drawled, and I felt a tingling in my stomach.

  “So this test is just about me staying awake?”

  “In so many words.” He lay back and rested his head on the pillow next to mine. “How are you liking it here, Meg?”

  “It’s fine.”

  “What about your roommate? Her name is Nancy, right?” he spoke casually, and my heart stopped beating.

  “Yeah, she’s fine too.”

  “She seems a little wide-eyed and bushy-tailed,” he continued. “Almost too wide-eyed and innocent.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” I said breathlessly as I felt his thigh resting against mine.

  “I don’t know. I get the feeling she has an agenda.”

  “I wouldn’t have a clue.”

  “Things aren’t always as they seem, Meg.” His voice was low. “Sometimes, the wolf is the wolf and sometimes he isn’t.”

  I changed the subject. “So, you went to college with Brandon, right?”

  “Yeah, we were at Harvard together. It seems like a million years ago now.”

  “So you knew Maria?”

  “Maria?” He repeated her name sharply.

  “Yeah, Maria. His college girlfriend.”

  “Brandon didn’t have a girlfriend in college named Maria.”

  “Maybe she was his fiancée?”

  “Brandon didn’t have a fiancée in college named Maria.” He rolled over to face me. “Where did you hear that?”

  “Nowhere. I must have gotten confused.” I ran my hands down his chest. “What was Brandon’s fiancée’s name?”

  “You’re obsessed with him.” His fingers grabbed ahold of mine. “Let’s not talk about him.”

  “Have you ever been engaged?” I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of our heartbeats echoing in the room as our fingers played with each other.

  “Me?” His voice sounded dry. “No. I’ve never been engaged.”

  “Oh, wow. Why not?”

  “Never been interested in going down that road.”

  “Never?” I opened my eyes and turned towards him.

  “I’m not the sort of guy that gets married.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’m just not. What about you? Ever been married or engaged?”

  “No.” I paused. “How old are you again?”

  “Forty-two.”

  “Forty-two.” My voice rose as I remembered. “I thought once men hit their forties, they wanted to get married.”

  “You know a lot of men in their forties?”

  “No.” I stared into his eyes and smiled. “I don’t.”

  “You’re not missing anything.”

  “I never thought I was.”

  “Just some of the best sex of your life.”

  “What?” My eyes widened and he laughed.

  “When you’re with a man like me, women start to wonder why they ever dated younger.”

  “I thought younger men had more energy. They can keep it up longer.”

  “You’ve obviously never been with an older man.”

  “And you’ve obviously been with lots of younger women who have given you a big head.”

  “I don’t date younger women.”

  “You mean you only sleep with them?”

  “No.” His lips curled up and his fingers traced my jawline. “I try to stay away from women who are under thirty.”

  “Oh?” I was disappointed. “Why?”

  “Too much drama. Too many dreams. Too much hope.”

  “You prefer them old and jaded.”

  “Thirty isn’t old.” He laughed. “Only someone in their twenties would say that.”

  “So you prefer women in their thirties then?”

  “No,” he chuckled, and his fingers fell to my neck and then collarbone. “Thirties, forties, Fifties… It’s all the same to me.”

  “You would date a woman in her fifties?” I couldn’t keep the shock out of my voice.

  “I’m forty-two, Meg. Fifty isn’t that much older than me. Much like men, women only get better as they age.”

  “I don’t believe you would date a woman in her fifties.” I shook my head and then stilled as his fingers found my breasts and gently kneaded them. “An older woman wouldn’t put up with your crap.”

  “What crap?” He leaned in closer to me and whispered against my lips. “Older women actually prefer my honesty and my lovemaking skills.”

  “I don’t care,” I muttered, closing my eyes to ignore the jealous feelings filling me up. I didn’t want to think about him with older women. I felt stupid that I was getting jealous. I didn’t know him. He could do what he wanted with whom he wanted. “Let me guess, you would also date someone in her eighties. I imagine a woman that age would have every skill you could think of. Maybe she even invented some of the positions we talk about today.”

  “There’s no need to be catty, Meg. Weren’t you just complaining about ageism earlier today?”

  “Whatever,” I moaned, and my eyes flew open as I felt his lips on mine, kissing me softly.

  His tongue entered my mouth and I sucked on it gently. I’d show him that just because I was in my twenties, it didn’t mean that I didn’t have a few tricks up my sleeve. I’d show him that I could give just as good as I got. My hands flew to his hair and then to his back as we kissed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he groaned against me.

  “You don’t act like a woman who doesn’t want to be kissed and touched.” He pulled away from me and quickly pulled my top off. “In fact, you seem like you quite enjoy it.”

  “Whatever.” I pulled his shirt off as he unclasped my bra.

  “You have beautiful breasts.” His fingers gingerly played with my nipples.

  “Am I supposed to say thank you?”

  “You can.” He laughed and gave me another surprised look. “You’re different than I thought you would be.”

  “Because you’re the expert on women?”

  “I know women pretty well. I knew when I saw you yesterday in your slutty outfit that you weren’t a slut.”

  “Really?” It was my turn to laugh. “I sure feel like a bit of a slut right now.”

  “Why?” He grinned at me before dropping his mouth down to my right breast and sucking gently on my nipple. I squirmed beneath him as his fingers continued playing with my other nipple. I couldn’t believe that I was letting him do this to me, but my body couldn’t resist.

  “Because you could be the shadiest man alive and I’m...oooh!” I cried out as he teeth bit down hard on my nipple and then sucked gently. “Oh, God, Greyson,” I cried out again as he continued his assault on my nipples.

  “Yes, Meg?” He looked up at me and winked.

  “Nothing,” I groaned. “Absolutely nothing.”

  “If they could see you now right…”

  “Who?” I whispered, confused.

  “All the people who thought you were a goody two-shoes.”

  “What people?”

  “The people who would be shocked to see you making love to a man you met yesterday.”

  “We’re not making love.”

  “I’m sucking on your nipple and I’m about to devour you with my tongue. It’s as close as we can get without my cock filling you up.”

  I pushed against him reluctantly, not really wanting him to stop what he was doing but not wanting him to think I was succum
bing this easily. “You should go. I have to pass this test.”

  “I think I’m helping you pass.” He kissed down my stomach. “I’ve a feeling you would have fallen asleep if I hadn’t joined you.”

  “Maybe, maybe not.”

  “This way, I can guarantee you will stay awake.”

  “You’re so cocky.”

  “I’d rather have my cock in.”

  “Funny.” I rolled my eyes and he laughed.

  “What can I say? You bring out my inner comedian. The one that hasn’t been seen in a long time.”

  “You wanted to be a comedian?”

  “Yeah, actually. When I was in high school.” His tongue entered my belly button and he kissed my stomach. My legs clenched together as my panties grew wet.

  “Really?” I knew I sounded surprised.

  “Yes, really.” His voice sounded nostalgic. “When I was in elementary school, one of my uncles took me to a stand-up show. I thought it was hilarious and practiced every night for about five years. Then, when I was a sophomore in high school, I put on a show. The crowds loved me. Everyone loved me and thought I was hilarious. I then decided that I was going to be a comedian when I grew up, but my father eventually persuaded me otherwise.”

  “Oh?”

  “Enough about me.” He continued kissing my stomach and then I felt his fingers undoing my pants. I froze as he slid my pants down my legs and onto the ground. “Let’s focus on you.”

  “Do you wish you had become a comedian?” I pressed on, wanting to know more about the real Greyson, as I had a feeling this was a side of him that every few people got to see.

  “No.” His voice was gruff and his fingers roughly pulled my panties down. “Now be quiet.”

  “Don’t tell me what to—ooooh.” I fell back against the bed and cried out as he buried his face between my legs. “Greyson!” I gasped as his tongue licked around my clit furiously. I could feel his breath on me and I shivered, but my pussy was aching to feel his tongue on my aching spot. “Please.” I clenched my legs around his neck and shoulders, trying to force him to lick me on that spot with his tongue. He continued to circle my clit, and I reached down and grabbed his shoulders, squeezing them hard and pushing him closer towards me. “Please,” I pleaded and then cried out in pleasure as his tongue finally touched that spot. His mouth closed in on my clit and sucked hard. “Oooh!” I screamed as my body trembled and buckled beneath his touch.

  As soon as his tongue entered me, I came. I couldn’t control it, and I felt him lapping up my juices eagerly as I climaxed on his face. I lay back after my orgasm was finished, feeling satisfied and hornier than ever. But Greyson wasn’t done. Instead, I felt his fingers spreading my legs wider and his tongue back on me.

  “Again?” I whispered as my body shivered at the light touch of his tongue teasing me again.

  “I could do this all day. You taste so sweet and salty,” he groaned against me and kissed back up to my face. “Taste yourself on me.”

  “No.” I shook my head.

  “I want you to taste what I taste.” His lips pressed against mine and his tongue entered my mouth slowly. I trembled as I lightly sucked his tongue. My hands were in his hair and his fingers were tracing lines around my breasts when I felt the tip of his cock next to my stomach.

  “What are you doing?” I gasped as I reached down and felt his bare cock hanging out of his pants.

  “What are you doing?” h whispered back as I continued caressing his cock. He pulled away from me slightly, placed the tip of his cock on my clit, and started rubbing it gently against me.

  “No,” I groaned as my body buckled underneath him. The feel of his hardness on me was too much for me to take, and I could feel another orgasm building up.

  “You don’t like it?” His cock continued teasing me, and I felt the tip of him at my entrance. My whole body stilled as I waited for him to enter me. “Answer me, Meg.” He looked down at me with lust-filled eyes. The tip of his cock moved about a centimeter inside of me and I wriggled on the bed to get him to fill me up completely.

  “I like it,” I whispered and reached my arms around his back to push him into me. “Please.”

  “Please what?” He laughed and slowly withdrew the tip of his cock so that it was rubbing up and down on me again, tormenting me with pleasure. It felt long and hard and ready, and I wanted to reach down and grab it and push it inside of me.

  “Nothing.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, but my strength was nothing compared to his.

  He chuckled as he rolled onto his side.

  “Greyson,” I moaned as I felt him put his cock back into his pants.

  “Yes, Meg?” He leaned into me and whispered in my ear. “Is there something you want?”

  “No.” I kissed his neck and bit down on him hard. I heard him laughing as I gave him a hickey.

  “No need to take your frustrations out on my neck.”

  “I’m not frustrated,” I lied and lay back.

  “Sure,” he teased, and the room grew silent as we just lay there cuddled into each other. His fingers lightly played with my breasts, and my fingers ran up and down his chest. I felt comfortable curled up next to him, and I felt my eyes growing droopy.

  “Don’t fall asleep, Meg,” he whispered against my hair.

  “I just need a quick catnap.”

  “No.” He pinched my bottom and then laughed when I yelped. “No catnaps.”

  “So what shall we do?” I whispered, hoping he would change his mind and make love to me without me having to beg.

  “Let’s talk.” His hands ran down my back. “What’s your favorite TV show?”

  I sighed as I realized that no lovemaking was about to happen.

  A part of me wanted to question him further about Brandon’s Maria and Nancy’s Maria, but I knew it would be foolish of me to ask anything else without having more information. I also felt guilty. Like I was playing both sides. Only I didn’t really know either side.

  Part of my brain was screaming at me and calling me a fool. I was starting to fall for this handsome stranger I didn’t know. A man who had told me himself that he was bad news. Greyson Twining was a man with warning signs flashing all over him, only I was ignoring every single one of them.

  ***

  “Are you going to join me in each room?” I asked him as we exited the room. “Going to make sure that I pass every test?”

  “No.” He shook his head. “I don’t know if I can stop myself if I come into another room with you. My cock is dying to burst out of my pants and actually enter you the whole way. I don’t think I could stop myself if I came into another room.”

  “I think you have better self-control than that.”

  “You sound like you want me to join you in every room.” His eyes looked at me solemnly. “Don’t go getting soft on me, Meg. I’m not a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

  “You confuse me.” I shook my head. “I don’t get why I’m here or what you want from me.”

  “I started this club, Meg. I started this club because I wanted power. I wanted to rule the world. I wanted all my needs satisfied whenever I wanted.” His voice was bleak. “Don’t go thinking this is anything more than it is.”

  “I’m not.” I turned away from him, hurt. I’d thought we were finally getting to know each other. “I couldn’t care less about you.”

  “I don’t think that’s true.” His eyes looked at me with a closed expression. “And that’s why I’m warning you.”

  “Warning me about what?”

  “Everything.” He shrugged. “I have to go.” He gave me a deep, soulful look before leaning down and slowly kissing me. His lips tasted of sex, and I melted against him, kissing him back passionately.

  I didn’t want this, whatever it was, to stop. My body was buzzing with sexual excitement and nerves. I was a bundle of a million different emotions. I didn’t know what was going to happen, and I didn’t care. All I wanted was for this feeling to continue. No matter
what happened at the end, it would be worth it.

  ***

  I walked into the third room with bated breath. Even though Greyson had said that he wasn't going to join me in the room, I was still excited. I was growing to like Greyson, even if I didn't really know or understand him. There was something about his honesty that was both refreshing and nerve-racking. I'd already gone further with him than I had expected I would go. But I didn't regret it. Not for a second.

  Being at the Private Club made me feel like I was finally living and finally doing something important. I'd gone into law because I had wanted to make a difference in people's lives, but all my job had really consisted of was reading lots of cases and documents and writing lots of briefs. And I wasn't helping anyone but big corporations get out of their tax liabilities. My job had paid well, but I had always felt a little depressed at the firm. I'd always felt like I was wasting away my talents and my life.

  I knew that Katie thought I'd loved my job, and I hadn't wanted her to feel sorry for me, but a part of me had been glad to have been fired. Even though I had no clue as to why. Even the human resources department had been surprised when they had laid me off. In fact, I thought I’d seen a few tears in Maggie's eyes as she'd realized that I wasn't going to fight for some answers. I thought she’d thought they'd broken me. But the reality of it was that I hadn’t cared enough. I was scared and fearful about money, but I also knew that this was a new start for me. I wanted a new life.

  I looked around the third room curiously, wondering what my third test would be and also looking for the most comfortable place to have sex. Because, in my mind, I was already picturing Greyson and me on the floor.

  I figured that I might even be able to plead with him to make a phone call. I really needed to talk to Katie and find out more about Brandon and Maria. I could have sworn that Maria had been Brandon's girlfriend in college. I'd remembered Katie crying in jealousy over the fact. So either Brandon had been lying or Greyson was now. And that made me suspicious. Why lie about something like that? It made no sense.

  This room was different from the other two. It looked like an office, and there were plenty of folders and notepads spread around the various desks. I shivered as I pictured myself bent over the grand mahogany table with Greyson behind me. I'd have to grip the edges of the table hard to keep my balance.