CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Daisy
“I’ll leave you to it,” Nico said, giving us a wink before closing the door. He stopped himself and motioned just me over to him. “And just for privacy’s sake, there’s no bouncer,” he whispered to me. “But if you need anything, there are a couple of panic buttons stationed throughout the room.”
“Or I could just scream…”
“Oh, sweetheart. I think you’ll be screaming. But it won’t be because you’re scared.” He chucked me under the chin. “Have a good time.”
With that, he left.
I’d never seen the inside of the VIP rooms. Not like this anyway.
A few times I’d been called in to bring drinks to a bachelor party or something.
The guys had been handsy, but they’d mainly been focused on Madeline or Bethany, whoever was doing the private show that night.
And, of course, there were usually several girls, whether strippers or hostesses, who gave blow jobs, lap dances, or both at those events.
I was typically pretty boring compared to all of that.
But now, with no dancers, no one getting sucked off, and just a calm, chill vibe for Jack and me?
It felt very different. Thanks to the drinks Nora kept bringing me, I wasn’t freaking out.
In fact, I was getting pretty horny with the way Jack was looking me over.
The music from the stage was being pumped into the room.
With Madeline’s set being over, the music had gone back to the normal, sexy songs most of the other girls danced to.
“Holy Ghost” by Borns was playing low in the background.
“I heard you asked for me,” I said.
“I did.” His voice was low, sexy. “You canceled our date and ran off before I could explain. Then you stayed away from me. You wouldn’t even talk to me that day we were both jogging.”
I gave him a look. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Jack. I get it. You want to fuck me and then move on to the next girl. Don’t lie about it.”
He shook his head. “Could you just listen to me?”
I nodded, surprised by the frustration in his tone.
“Yes. I’ve been like that for a long time—manwhore, fuckboy, whatever you want to call it. But I don’t want that with you. I just… want you.” He reached out and pulled my ponytail around, fingering the end strands. “Give me a chance to prove it.”
My lips parted, but before I could say anything, his large, powerful hands grasped me around my waist and he pulled me into his lap, pushing my skirt up and settling one of my thighs on either side of his legs.
He moved his hands under my skirt, massaging my outer thighs. “What should we do in here?” he asked, leaning his head back, his hazel eyes looking dark in the dim lighting of the room. I ran a finger along his sharp jawline, and he turned his head quickly, sucking it into his mouth.
I hissed in a breath, surprised.
He licked and sucked it, before pulling it out of his mouth, putting his hand behind my neck, and jerking me forward until our bodies were pressed together and our mouths were mere inches apart.
“That girl was full of shit,” he whispered.
“I didn’t fuck her friend that night after Bahia Del Sol, and I sure as hell never called her again.
” He thrust his hips up, and I sighed out in pleasure as his very hard cock hit me in just the right spot.
A spot no man had touched in a long time. “Do you feel that?”
I nodded.
He grabbed my ponytail, wrapped it around his fist, and pulled down, elongating my throat for him. “Answer me when I talk to you, Daisy,” he rumbled, low in his throat before licking my neck and sucking low and hard on the pulse point.
“Yes,” I gasped out as he continued to thrust against my clit, “I feel it.”
“I’ve only wanted my dick in one pussy since the first time I saw you. I even tried fucking a couple of women to get you off my mind,” he said before biting my ear lobe, “but that didn’t work.”
“Why not?” I asked, starting to move my hips in time with his.
“Because to get off I had to close my eyes and picture you. I had to pretend it was your cunt I was pumping inside of.”
I had to fight back a moan. His filthy talk combined with the drinks Nora kept sending in, the sexy music, and the way he was making my body feel were really doing it for me.
“Yeah?” I breathed out.
“Fuck, yes,” he said. “What can I do with you Daisy?”
My eyes popped open and locked with his. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to do every fucking thing you can imagine,” he said, thrusting his hips harder at the same time he held me still over his lap.
“Oh,” I cried out, throwing my head back.
“That’s right,” he sounded pleased, “let me make you come, baby.”
“O… okay,” I managed to get out as I rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts. He moved me back from him slightly, and suddenly two of his fingers were moving inside me.
I closed my eyes, riding his hand, feeling the pleasure wash through me. He added another finger, and I struggled to take it.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. You haven’t taken much cock lately, hmm?”
I shook my head.
He pushed the third finger in any way, thrusting upwards and curving his fingers until he brushed that spot inside me that made me go off like a firework. “Oh God,” I moaned, moving my hands to his shoulders as I rode his hand in earnest.
“I wish that was my cock in you,” he groaned.
I wished it was, too, but I was too close to a climax to speak. He rubbed the spot again, insistently, harder this time, playing my body like a fiddle, and I shattered.
The orgasm hit me hard, and I think I would’ve fallen on the floor if he hadn’t held on tight to me, rubbing and helping me through it.
When I stopped moving and collapsed on his chest, he pulled my ponytail down again and slammed his mouth onto mine, demanding entrance and giving me the kind of filthy kiss that made me think of him fucking my mouth.
I loved it.
“Do you want to come again?” he pulled back long enough to ask.
“Yeah,” I breathed.
As soon as I said it, I was lifted in the air and laid flat on my back on the couch. One of his hands ripped my underwear off me, easily snapping the silky material of the thong, and the other one pulled my skirt up.
“What are you… Oh my God!”
He’d pushed my thighs apart and his tongue was licking my folds as his hands gripped my hips, hard.
I’d had guys go down on me before; a couple of fumbling attempts from high school boyfriends and Myers. Myers had thought he was an expert, but I’d always had a hard time coming from whatever he did. And it had taken forever.
This? What Jack was doing? It was completely different.
He devoured me, licking and sucking in all the right places at the exact right speed and intensity. He knew what the fuck he was doing, and my body was lighting up.
“Oh,” I breathed helplessly as his tongue moved inside me. “My God,” I cried as he traced my clit with the tip of his tongue and then suckled it, slowly, lovingly, like it was the best thing he’d ever put in his mouth.
I wriggled and mewled helplessly as he licked and sucked and touched with his expert hands and mouth. It felt so fucking good, I found myself rocking my hips desperately against his face, searching for more. He chuckled and pulled back, looking up at me.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, tracing first my mouth and then moving down and tracing my pussy lips with his tongue. He looked up at me again. “You’re going to come on my tongue, baby. You’re going to scream my name like a good girl, aren’t you?”
Before I could say yes, he dived down flicking his tongue back and forth over my clit and causing me to cry out. Then he held me still as he suctioned his mouth around it, sucking and licking it over and over again.
I screamed out my pleasure as the first orgasm crashed through my body.
He licked me through it patiently, slowly at first. I thought he was done, but he didn’t stop licking; his hands didn’t release my hips.
If anything, his hold got tighter. His licks became demanding, almost vicious in their intensity.
Then he sucked me, hard, and I screamed out his name as a second wave passed through me, making me shake all over.
When the last tremor had wracked my body, he stood up. I thought for a minute he was leaving, and I wondered if I’d disappointed him.
Then I realized he was offering me his hand.
“Dance with me?”
I nodded, surprised, and walked towards him though my legs were weak and he had to help me off the couch and into his arms. He held me close as we swayed together to Lana Del Ray’s “Art Deco.” When the song transitioned to a jazz song with a sexy beat, I’d never heard before, he pulled back and stared down into my eyes.
“I’ve never tasted someone as sweet as you.”
I looked at him and saw sincerity in his eyes as he held me tighter. He bent me back as he swooped me around the floor of the room, turning the place where women gave raunchy, sexy, filthy, fun dance performances for groups of men, into a romantic dance floor.
“Where’d you learn to dance like this,” I asked, laughing, a little breathless. I’d thought he was a bit awkward; not the type of guy to excel in a ballroom.
“Grandma taught me,” he said simply. “She taught my brothers and sister, too. She said it was a skill that would come in handy one day.” He got a sparkle in his eyes. “She said I was the best out of my four siblings.”
I believed it. He commandeered me around the room perfectly, expertly, almost… lovingly.
He twirled me away from him expertly, then pulled me back and dipped me low to the floor. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips before swirling me back into a standing position, standing still, just staring in each other’s eyes and swaying gently to the beat.
He pulled me close, his hand on the middle of my back, as he whispered in my ear, “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
And my heart melted. How could he say such sweet things? He was a complete player, going through women almost as fast as he met them. Why was he interested in me?