His to Explore (Club Wyld #6)

Chapter 1 Kensie

KENSIE

“Will there be anything else, ma’am?”

I smile up at the waiter as he sets a tumbler of amber colored liquor in front of me.

“That will be all. Thank you.”

He nods once then moves off to take another order.

I bring the glass to my lips, breathing in deeply before I take a sip of the whiskey.

Bold with the very slightest note of sweetness.

Just the way I like my whiskey. I let the tension in my shoulders release, settling back into the leather booth, then look around.

The lounge is fairly full for a Thursday evening. Lots of couples and small groups gathered around the bar and at booths like mine. Fewer people on their own, but I suppose that’s to be expected.

My eyes land on a man a few tables away only to find that he’s already watching me, expression intent.

He’s attractive enough that my stomach clenches—tall with disheveled dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard.

He’s dressed in a suit, like most of the men in this place, but his tie has been removed, the top button undone.

He’s relaxed in his chair, legs splayed wide in front of him, giving him an air of easy indifference.

Confidence that borders on arrogance. Brown eyes are staring at me, the heat in them evident even from this distance.

I keep my eyes on him as I lift my glass again, taking another sip. This will do, I think to myself. This will do extremely well.

I force my eyes away, not wanting to appear too eager.

I continue to sip my drink as my gaze travels the room.

Light jazz is playing, just audible over the hum of conversation and laughter.

This is just the energy I needed tonight—a room full of people enjoying themselves, no demands on me or my time. I’m in control.

Just the way I like it.

The man’s eyes are still on me. I allow a small smile in his direction then shake out my hair, letting it fall around my bare shoulders. A clear signal, if he knows how to read it. The next time my gaze meets his, he’s smiling, a note of smug satisfaction in his expression.

He read the signal all right.

Excitement thrums in my veins. This is exactly what I needed after a long week of work headaches and little sleep. The promise in a stranger’s eyes. The thrill of a little anonymous fun.

If I’m very, very lucky, he might just give me what I really crave.

I keep my eyes on him as I stand, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. I have to pass by his table to get to my destination, and my blood thrums at the appreciative glint in his eyes as his gaze travels up and down my body.

I dressed carefully tonight, hoping to attract someone just like him.

A strapless leather bustier, high cut enough to be classy, and a black pencil skirt.

If I paired the outfit with a blazer, I’d be nearly appropriate for an office setting.

But the bare shoulders and leather accomplish what I’m hoping for tonight—the message that I’m looking to have some fun.

Will he take the bait?

I pass through the crowded lounge, not making eye contact with anyone else. I don’t need to window shop any further, not when I’ve already found exactly what I’m looking for.

I slip through a heavy wooden door into the quiet hallway that houses the rest rooms. I’m heading in that direction, when a hand reaches out from behind and clamps down on my shoulder.

Before I can say a word, I’m being pushed through another door to the right.

The space is small, cramped and dark. Probably a closet.

I can’t see anything, but I can certainly feel. That heavy hand still on my shoulder. The heat of the person behind me.

“Is this what you were hoping for?” a low voice rasps in my ear, and I fight off a full body shiver. “That I would follow you back here?”

“Maybe,” I murmur, my lips tilting up in a grin. It’s what I was hoping for all right. What I was counting on.

“We both know it is,” he says, crowding into me. He’s even taller than he appeared sitting down, absolutely dwarfing me even in my heels. “You walked into this place just aching for a little anonymous fun.”

“Is that what you’re offering?”

He nips at my shoulder, hard enough to sting. “Absolutely.” Suddenly he kicks at my feet, making me gasp as he forces my legs to spread. “And you’re going to take everything I have to give you, aren’t you?”

I’m breathing hard now, my heart pounding like crazy. I can’t see three inches in front of my face. The man hasn’t given me his name or any information. No one knows I’m back here with him, completely at his mercy. He could do anything.

Fuck. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this wet.

His hand fists into my hair, tugging sharply. “Answer me. Are you going to take everything I have to give you?”

“Yes,” I whimper, unable to keep the needy whine from my voice. There’s no point in pretending anyhow. He knows exactly what kind of girl would allow herself to be put in this position. Alone in a dark closet with a man with whom she hasn’t exchanged more than a handful of words.

“That’s a good girl,” he rasps, hand sliding over my shoulder to my collarbones, then down to my breasts. He squeezes over the leather, making me gasp. “I have one rule.”

“What’s that?” I ask even as I thrust my chest out, wanting him to take more of me into his hands, wanting those fingers to slip below the leather.

“I’m in charge,” he growls into my ear.

Yes.

Before I can do more than gasp pathetically, he grips my shoulder with his free hand and pushes me forward until my chest is pressed against the wall. He crowds in behind me and oh God, he’s hard already, hard and hot against the fabric that covers my ass.

Again he kicks my feet apart, widening my legs. I’m off balance on my heels, trapped between his big hard body behind me and the wall in front.

Helpless.

“I knew I wanted you the second I saw you tonight,” he murmurs, reaching down to grab the hem of my skirt.

He begins to pull it up over my thighs, torturously slow.

“I saw you walk in wearing those heels, those fucking long legs on display for everyone to see, and I knew I wanted to be buried between them.” He brushes my hair over my shoulder, making me shiver as his hot breath touches the sensitive skin there.

“I saw all this long, red hair and I knew I wanted it wrapped around my fist while I fucked you.”

“Please,” I gasp, squirming as if doing so will make his hands move faster.

He laughs, low and dark in my ear. “Such a needy little girl, aren’t you?”

I’ll be whatever you want me to be, I think, desperate for some friction over my breasts, between my legs. Anything.

He has my skirt up to my ass now and he hisses as he reveals my bare skin. “No panties? Fuck, you’re an even bigger slut than I thought.”

Maybe I should be offended by that, but we both know that I love it. Why else would I be allowing this to happen, if I wasn’t exactly what he said?

“Soaking fucking wet,” he mutters, fingers slipping between my legs. “I haven’t even touched that cunt yet and I can already feel it. Look at the mess you made of these pretty thighs.”

I’m not surprised that I’m dripping down my legs. This is one of the most erotic encounters of my life.

And it’s only just getting started.

“Hands on the wall,” he demands, taking a step back.

The loss of his body heat behind me has me slightly off-kilter, my knees feeling awfully weak without the heavy bulk of him pressed behind me.

I do as he says, reaching for the wall, my breath coming out in shallow gasps.

It’s dark and I can’t even see his face.

I have no way of knowing what he might do next. And I fucking love it.

The moment my hands touch the wall, his fingers are back between my thighs. But this time, they don’t linger on my skin. I gasp as he thrusts two fingers deep inside, my hands scrambling for purchase on the wall.

“Shit,” he groans behind me. “This pussy is even tighter than I imagined.” He nips at my ear. “Can’t wait to get my dick inside you.”

"Please,” I whimper, and his teeth clamp harder into the flesh of my earlobe, making me gasp.

“So greedy, aren’t you?” His fingers thrust harder, his thumb coming up to brush over my clit. I moan, the sound loud in the darkness. Just a few thrusts of his fingers, the slightest attention to my clit, and I’m ready to come.

Of course, it’s more than just the physical sensation. It’s all of it—the taboo nature of our encounter, the nameless man, not even being able to see his face. The knowledge that we’re in a public place, where anyone could potentially find us at any moment.

Who knew that hooking up with a stranger in a dark supply closet would be this hot?

Again, his hands leave me and I want to cry in frustration. But then I hear it—the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle. If I wasn’t already wet, that sound in the darkness would have done it.

“Spread your legs wider,” he barks, the impatient demand in his voice sending even more heat to my core. Then he’s gripping my hips, pulling my ass farther back. Getting me into the position he wants.

I’m expecting it, but I still yelp when I feel it—something warm and hard pressing against the flesh of my ass. He shifts, swearing under his breath, and then his dick is sliding through the wetness between my legs.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re even wetter than before, aren’t you?”

Before I can answer, he’s pushing forward, his body relentless, that warm hard length slipping inside me. He doesn’t give me time to adjust to his size, just keeps moving, pressing and shifting, grunting in my ear until he’s fully sheathed in my body.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, fingers grasping uselessly at the cinder block wall. “Oh my God.”

“Just wait, baby.” He pulls back and then slams forward again, making me cry out. “Shh,” he demands, pressing one hand over my mouth. “You want someone to hear us? You want someone to come in here to see you getting fucked by a stranger?”

My resulting moan is far from dismayed at the thought and he chuckles darkly before slamming into me again.

“So good,” he pants in my ear, thrusting so hard it hurts a little.

But it’s the best kind of hurt, that delicious stretching that I know I’ll be feeling later.

Reminding me of this moment, the heat and friction, the fear of discovery, the sound of his heavy breathing in the darkness as he takes what he wants from my body.

“This is gonna be fast,” he snarls into my ear.

“You feel too damn good clenching my dick with your little pussy.” He slides his hand from my mouth, down to my neck, squeezing.

It’s gentle, hardly any pressure on my throat at all, but my brain is immediately screaming danger.

I’m in the dark with a man I don’t know, his hand around my throat, his cock inside me.

Why does that fear make it even hotter?

“That’s okay with you though, isn’t it, my little slut?” he continues. “You want it to be fast. A quick dirty fuck in the supply closet is exactly what you’re looking for.”

He’s right—this is exactly what I wanted. Better than I could have imagined, really. And it’s because it’s him. This big, intimidating man somehow knows exactly what I want, how to touch me, how to make this feel good. He’s perfect.

And my body thinks so too. He shifts slightly, hitting me at a slightly deeper angle, at the same time his fingers clench harder on my throat.

That’s all it takes. I come so hard I see stars, the pleasure so overwhelming I can’t tell where it ends and I begin.

If he didn’t move his other hand from my hip to band around my middle, I’m pretty sure I would have collapsed from the sheer goodness of it.

“God damn, you milk my cock so good,” he groans. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes,” I gasp.

He bites my ear again, his voice a growl now. “I’m not wearing a condom. You know that right?”

I whimper, the words heightening the aftershocks of my orgasm. “You like that, don’t you? The idea of a man you don’t even know coming bare inside your cunt?”

The second orgasm slams into me, completely unexpected, taking my breath away. He doesn’t manage to get his hand over my mouth before I’m crying out again, surely loud enough for any passersby to hear me.

“Fuck,” he groans, nearly as loud, and then I feel him shuddering behind me as he thrusts deep. He’s coming, I tell myself, triumphant. He’s coming inside me without protection, in this dirty little closet in the dark.

Why do I like that so much?

I don’t know how much time passes before I come back to myself, the two orgasms right on top of each other making me lightheaded and more than a little dizzy.

I’m aware of his heavy breathing against my neck, his body flush against mine, pressing me into the wall.

He feels so warm, so solid and strong behind me.

For a fleeting moment I wish we could stay like this.

Or that we could go somewhere together, that I could feel his arms around me, maybe get a look at his face—

Then he pulls back, stepping away from me, and I have to bite back the whimper at the loss of his heat.

I slump further against the wall, unable to hold myself up without his body to give me balance.

He doesn’t say a word, my beating heart loud in the darkness of the room, only broken by the clinking of his belt buckle as he puts himself back together.

“Thanks for the fuck,” he says, voice casual. Like he’s thanking me for telling him the time or something. It’s demeaning, a little shocking. Definitely not something a good, self-respecting girl would get off on.

But I most certainly not that kind of girl.

There’s a brief rustle behind me then a hot kiss pressed to my bare shoulder. Then the room floods with light as he opens the door.

Just as suddenly as he appeared, the nameless man steps out of the closet, leaving me panting and shivering against the wall, alone in the dark.

With a huge grin on my face.