Chapter 40 Sienna #2
My mind is still reeling. Over the course of the last hour, I’ve been offered an incredible career, I’ve been given back my ability to chase my old dreams, and I’ve found closure with an ex.
And now this man is here, flipping the script. Again.
“I could ask the same thing of you.”
Looking unremorseful, he angles closer, his forearms on the table, and zeroes in on me, his usually warm eyes hard. “Is it over with him?”
I lick my lips and nod. “For a long time.”
“And us?”
Eyes shut, I sigh. To say this evening has been eventful would be the understatement of the century. And this is not the place to have this conversation.
As if the universe wants to emphasize that point, a sexy redhead in an indecently low-cut dress appears beside our table. As she eyes me up and down, I can’t help but do the same. Her tits are practically in my face as she leans forward and pulls a black card from between them. “Interested?”
My mouth drops open and a shocked sound escapes me. I don’t think I’ve ever been propositioned by a woman before. At least not this blatantly.
“What’s happening?” Noah mutters.
I shake my head and inhale deeply, finding my bearings. “Um, no thank you. Not tonight. Appreciate it, though,” I add awkwardly.
When her attention drifts to Noah and she adjusts the card, like she’s considering holding it out to him, I reach across the table and set my hand on his, squeezing, claiming. And with the slightest shake of my head, I let her know he’s off-limits.
The woman saunters off, unbothered by our rejection, and when she’s out of earshot, Noah lets out a breath. “That was hot.”
“She was?” I dart a look at him, my brows pulled low.
With a breathy laugh, he shakes his head.
He stands and saunters over to my side of the table to join me in the booth, then drapes one arm over my shoulders and rests the other on the table, effectively blocking my view of the bar.
Demanding my full attention. “No. You. The way you just told her I was yours.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder.
The tension is so thick, I can barely breathe.
“And you’re right,” he murmurs. “I am.”
“Do you want to get out of here?” I need oxygen. If I don’t clear my head, I’m liable to maul this man in public.
He slides his hot mouth across my bare shoulder and up my neck, then kisses the sensitive spot below my ear. “No. I want you to tell me what this place is, butterfly, because right now, my mind is racing with all sorts of wild ideas.”
“They might not be so wild,” I mutter, my mouth going dry.
“The card she just showed me? The man at the door gives them out to the women who come in. The rule here is that women can approach the people they’re interested in.
Men cannot. And the card unlocks a room for—” I shrug.
The last part seems pretty self-explanatory.
If Noah came here looking for me, then he has to know what this place is.
A slow, wicked smile pulls at his lips. “You have a card?”
“They give them to every woman who enters.” The rasp in my voice is inadvertent and a little embarrassing. I swallow thickly to clear the sex from my tone. To get a hold of my runaway thoughts.
It’s no use. Being this close to this man, here, surrounded by his warm, musky scent, makes me a bit reckless. Makes me lean in a bit closer, chasing the feeling of his lips on my body.
“Give me your card, Sienna.”
Lost in thought, I blink up at him. “What?”
“You want me to touch you. I see it in the way your pupils are blown out. In the way you’re licking those lips. And the way your pulse thrums against your throat.” He inches closer and runs his nose up my neck. “You want me to taste you. Slide the card my way, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
My pulse takes off at a sprint, my heart pounding so wildly I worry it will burst out of my chest.
But I hold back. He can’t be serious. This isn’t a random bar in the Bahamas, where everyone is a perfect stranger. This is a fucking sex club in the heart of Boston. Frequented by the city’s elite. My best friend is here with her husband, probably fucking as we speak.
“Anyone could see us,” I whisper.
His lips turn up in a salacious grin. “And that makes you wet.”
He knows it’s true. He knows I love when he takes me in public. Fuck, what is wrong with me? Am I really considering this?
“I won’t let anyone see a single inch of you,” he whispers against my neck, his breath sending goose bumps skittering down my arm. “But I will have you writhing. So unless you want the people nearby to know what I do to you, you’ll have to keep those moans to a whimper.”
He rests a hand on my thigh and squeezes gently. The feel of it, warm and heavy against my heated skin, pulls an embarrassing groan from me. “Give me the card.”
I fumble for my purse and dig it out.
He plucks it from my hold, then bites down on my neck and sucks. Then he licks away the sting. “Good girl.”
My pussy spasms around absolutely nothing. “Oh god, please.”
He inches higher, teasing the hem of my dress, teasing me, his movements painfully slow.
When he finally pushes my thighs apart, I clutch at him, urging him on.
As he nuzzles my neck, spots dance in my vision.
I suck in a harsh breath, my brain and body starved of oxygen.
I’m drunk on desire. Dizzy with want. All concerns about what’s right and who could see have been erased.
All I want is for Noah to touch me. To make me come.
“How ’bout we play a little game?” he suggests as he cups my pussy.
A shudder rolls through me. “A game?”
Noah flicks his thumb up and down over my pubic bone. “Yes. I want you to look around the room and tell me exactly what the people around us are doing.”
Brow furrowed, I frown up at him. “That’s it?”
He spears me with a finger, and I turn into him, bringing my mouth to his to stifle the sound with a kiss.
With a nip to my lip, he pulls back. “Face forward. Tell me what you see. If your descriptions are detailed enough, if you answer all my questions, then I’ll let you come.”
A huff of a laugh escapes me. This man is so fucking—
He adds a second finger and curls them together, making it impossible to even finish a thought. “Holy shit,” I mumble.
“Tell me,” he demands. “What do you see?”
With a heavy swallow, I force my attention to a table to the side of us. Only when the sight registers do I understand the game he wants to play.
There are three people in that booth. One woman—
He gives my clit a sharp tug. “Tell me what you see.”
I hiss, the pain and pleasure sending a thrill through me. “That hurt.”
One side of his mouth tips up. “Want me to lick it better? I’m happy to lay you out on the table.”
Pussy clenching, I drop my head back and moan.
As thrilling as the idea is, in reality, I’m not ready to be spread out for everyone to see.
So I force my eyes open and play along. “There are two men,” I tell him.
“One is leaning back against the booth. And there’s a woman leaning against him, between his legs.
” I’m panting, my words coming out breathy and disjointed.
“Good girl, keep talking.” He rubs circles over my clit while slowly fucking me with both fingers.
I swallow another moan and clench around him tightly. “The other man just pulled her top down. He’s sucking on her nipple.”
“What do you think of her tits? Are they nice?”
“Um—” I lick my lips. The simplest words are hard to form in this state. “Yes. Really nice. You should look.”
He chuckles. “The only set of tits I want to look at are right here in front of me. Want to give me a better peek, though?”
If the question had been demanding, I would shoot him down instantly. Instead, his voice is soft and suggestive, making me actually consider his request. Do I want my breasts out like her?
The idea alone sets my skin on fire. Yes.
The answer is an easy one. Especially knowing that Noah’s large frame is blocking my body from view.
I can see the people mingling nearby, but they can’t see me.
At least that’s what I tell myself as I push the soft fabric of my dress down my shoulder, dragging my bra strap with it and freeing my tits.
Instantly, Noah’s hot mouth surrounds my nipple, swirling over the hard peak and sending me into a tizzy.
I clutch at his hair. “Yes, please don’t stop.”
“Then keep talking,” he says against my sensitive flesh. He flicks my nipple back and forth with his tongue. The sensation and the juxtaposition of the cool air of the club and his hot mouth send me spiraling.
“She’s spreading her legs wide,” I mumble. “She’s wearing pink panties.”
“Are they wet?”
“I can’t tell.” My breath is choppy, my vision going a little hazy. “The man behind her is pushing them down now.”
“Is he going to lick her pussy?”
He flicks my nipple again, right as he finds the perfect spot inside me, and a wave of heat overtakes me.
“I think so.” I drop my head back, delirious. “I can’t think when you—”
“Don’t think, butterfly. Just relax and tell me what they’re doing.” His hold on me loosens a fraction. “Unless you’d rather stop?”
“No.” I grab his wrist to keep him from pulling out.
He brings his mouth to mine in a slow, erotic kiss, using his tongue the way I imagine he would if his head were buried between my thighs. When he pulls back, he holds my gaze. “I love how desperate you are for my touch.”
“I am,” I admit. “I have been.”
“Good. Shall we continue?”
I nod, and when he cocks a brow, silently telling me to continue with my description of the people in the nearby booth, I look back at the table.
The air is stolen from my lungs instantly. The woman is on all fours, her head low over the man’s crotch, bobbing slightly. The second man, the one behind her, grips her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, his face buried between them.
“Um, he’s eating her ass.” The words tumble out, my heart hammering wildly. Though I don’t even have the good sense to be embarrassed.