“Already thinks the building we’ve been watching for the past week is a ballet studio.”
It’s the wrong time to laugh, but I can’t help it. I thought the same thing when I was a kid. The kicking neon legs outside the first gentleman’s club I visited proved my innocence hadn’t been fully spoiled by the underworld I was raised to infiltrate.
He flexes his cock when my laughter reaches his ears, and it pushes my hesitations aside. I’m too focused on the finish line of a race I haven’t run in a long time to remember my objections.
I want this man, and for some crazy reason, he wants me too.
There’s nothing wrong with two adults enjoying each other’s company, especially when they’re both consenting.
There’s one last hurdle I need to get past first, though. “Why did it take you a week to come in?”
He considers my question before saying matter-of-factly, “Because my decisions don’t just affect me anymore. I need to make sure anything I do is good for Camille, too. She must come first.”
Stick a fork in me. I’m done.
He respondedexactlyas I hoped.
While grinding down, uncaring that he will feel the wetness of my bikini bottoms, I whisper, “Promise me there’s no one behind there”—I nudge my head to the two-way mirror—“watching us.”
“I promise,” he pledges immediately.
I scan his eyes, searching for any signs of deception. When I don’t see any, I say, “You have thirty minutes until my next set starts. Make the most of your time, Mr.…”
I leave my sentence open-ended so he can fill it in. He doesn’t take the bait. His smirk pulls my knees together before he threads his fingers through my hair and pulls me forward until our teeth collide and an unladylike moan escapes from my mouth.
Electricity shoots through me when he pierces his tongue between my lips and drags it along the roof of my mouth. His kiss surpassesanything I could have imagined. It’s firm and controlled yet sweet enough to be unforgettable.
His hands lower to my ass to pull me closer, and without thought, I grind down and moan. He feels huge, and my pussy dampens more while I conjure all the ways I’m about to experience it. I’ve never been a fan of giving head, but I can already imagine how delicious his pre-cum will taste.
I barely get in another three grinds when the dark, dangerous stranger stills my hips with hands that prove a man’s hands accurately indicate the size of his cock. “If you keep doing that, I’ll make a mess in my pants.” He mocks himself with a husky chuckle that’s an odd mix of disgust and self-admiration. “It’s been a while.”
I laugh, confident he’s joking. “You can’t call a week a while.”
It’s probably closer to a day, but I can’t picture him with anyone else since the afternoon we met. It would crush me. I’m one of those romance book lovers who want the male main character not to be with anyone else the instant he meets the female main character. I have no interest in reading about them admiring anyone else, much less sleeping with them.
“A week?” His “Ha!”is so convincing that before I can remind myself that I’m a novice in all things sexual, I slip off his lap and kneel in front of him.
His abstinence, though not for me, deserves a reward.
His gasp when he realizes where my thoughts have wandered is the sexiest sound yet. It’s almost desperate. Has he imagined this scene a dozen times the past week as well? I’m approaching two dozen.
The bubbles of a shaken soda burst in my stomach as my hand shoots out to his belt. Watching him through hooded lids, I undo the clasp and fan open the leather straps so they rest on each side of what I’m confident is a rock-hard Apollo belt.
He scoots forward enough for me to tug his trousers down his thick thighs, but he makes no effort to rule our exchange. He’s content to sit back and watch the show, and I’m more than happy to join in.
I run my hand along the ridge of his erection, shuddering when Irequire two hands to cover his length. His white boxers stretch to within an inch of their limit.
The tingles rushing through my womb intensify as I tug down the waistband of his boxer shorts, and his dick springs free. I hear the imaginary boing from its bounce while I wet my lips in anticipation of their stretch.
His cock is so inspiring that I gasp in excitement while moving my mouth to the glistening tip. He is circumcised, and a bead of pre-cum gathers at the top of the split. I’ve never been good with measurements, but as I see it, he’s the biggest I’ve been with, and there are about two more inches hidden by his seated position.
We moan together as I run my tongue over the crown, tasting him. As expected, he tastes amazing. His pre-cum is a little salty, but with the cleanliness you’d expect from a man in peak physical shape.
“Take it,angelo.” He combs his fingers through my hair and tugs ever so slightly, struggling not to take control.
I love that he isn’t pushing the narrative. It’s rare, and it doubles my eagerness to please him.
As I lower my lips down his twitching shaft, he slowly rocks his hips upward. His jaw tenses when I take him deep into my mouth, and his groan vibrates throughout the room.