No Reservations - Megan Hart [57]
But she didn't have the patience for that. She wanted to come. Heard the men nearby murmuring, heard the movement of the people all around them, knew there was a woman on the stage undulating, emanating blatant sexual promise. And here she was delivering it.
'I'm so fucking hot for you. I want to slam you back to that table behind us and fuck you right here and now.'
She levered forwards, grinding harder, moving on him to angle the pressure where she wanted it and putting her tits right in his face. A guttural sound broke from her lips when he laved over the curve of her breast, wet and warm.
With her mouth near his ear, she murmured, i'm going to come now, Charles. Wet and hot, my clit against your cock through your jeans. Oh, God yes. I'm imagining your mouth on me, your hands all over my body as I, oh . . .' And it broke, hard and fast, sweeping through her as he whispered back, straining up to meet her body, to keep the pressure where she needed it to prolong the climax.
He took her mouth again, fiercely, possessively. He owned her in that moment. Hell, he had since he showed up at her hotel room well over a year before and she'd let him in, knowing they'd fuck.
His taste filled her until she nearly overflowed with it and yet she held on to him, let him plunder her. He finally tore his mouth free. 'Goddamn, I've got to fuck you or I'll die.' He stood and when she didn't walk fast enough, still drunk with endorphins and that kiss, he simply picked her up, taking her from the noise of the club and outside where he grabbed a cab. All as she remained tucked in his arms.
She perked up a bit in the cab on the way back to the Palisades and then at the Concierge desk where she found four tickets to a very swanky New Year's Eve party being thrown at one of the most exclusive nightclubs in town.
He looked at the envelope as she chatted about the party and then took the keycard from her other hand. 'Yeah, nice. Here, move so I can get the door open.'
Once they were in the suite he hustled her towards her room and slammed the door. The look on his face was feral as he tore the clothes from his body. She stepped to him, gently moving his hands and took over.
'Let me. Let me take care of you like you take care of me.' She kissed over every bit she revealed as she undressed him. Licked across tight nipples, dragged her nails up his sides and down across his lower belly.
His cock was hard. So hard it tapped his stomach, the head glistening with pre-come. Irresistible. She licked over it, tasting the salt of his body and he jerked in response before hauling her up to her feet.
'I will be happy to come in your mouth another time. But now, I want to be inside your cunt when I blow. This lap dance will be the way I was imagining back at the club.'
He sat in a nearby chair and tipped his chin in her direction. She reached back and flipped on the iPod she had plugged into portable speakers and hit the^HC^ me mix. While he watched she stepped out of her panties and approached him.
She stepped one foot up on the chair, opening herself up, showing him what he did to her. Idly he reached out to draw a fingertip through her pussy, up around her clit, still sensitive, and then up to her mouth where he smeared her honey on her lips.
Straddling him, she rubbed her bare cunt over his cock, also bare, until he gave a frustrated half-growl. Licking her lips, she rose up enough to grab the base of his cock, angle him just so and sink down hard and fast.
'Yes. That's the motherfucking way. Sink that cunt down onto me, darling Kate.'
Such a beautiful, cultured man, such a gorgeous face and what a filthy, dirty mouth. She loved it.
Dix watched, felt as she undulated on him, rolling her hips, keeping him deep inside her pussy while the music played. First one strap of the dress slid down over the shoulder and off, then the other until those marvellous breasts were bared.
'This time, I'm touching.' He rolled and pinched her nipples