Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
Paxton
We walk into Club Greed, looking like the couple I wish we truly were. Hartford looks drop-dead gorgeous, and it’s taking every bit of self-control not to grab her and do all the things I’ve fantasized about.
When Ledger Thorne called me yesterday to remind me of my invitation, I accepted immediately for tonight before I even spoke to Hartford. I thought I was going to need to convince her to come, but she was more than willing.
My dick has been in control since.
I glance down at Hartford as we walk down the hallway to the sign-in desk. I’ve been here countless times, but never while it’s been open. It’s a different feeling now. The music vibrates through me. There’s sexual tension in the air. The cacophony of the crowd is overwhelming, yet enticing.
“Welcome to Club Greed. Name, please,” the receptionist, or whatever her title is, asks from the desk.
“Atwood. Paxton Atwood.”
She taps at her computer screen and smiles. “Paxton Atwood and guest. Got it.” She peeks up at us and smiles. “You can go in. Enjoy yourselves.”
I place my hand on the small of Hartford’s back and lead her into the bar area of the club.
This is where I talk to Ledger and handle all my business.
Yet, again, it feels completely different.
The place is packed with a sea of bodies.
Some are at the bar, some are sitting at the high-top tables, some are dancing seductively on the dance floor.
“Wow, this is so different from any club I’ve ever been to.”
I smile at Hartford and nod. “Yeah, me too. You can smell the sex and money.”
Her cheeks flush and it’s more of a turn on than it should be. Just the mention of sex has her blushing, and I find it sexy as hell.
“Do you want to get a drink before we go explore? I happen to know they have the best beer around.”
She grins, looking over at the bar. “Yeah, that seems like a good idea. Something familiar might calm my nerves.”
“They’ve got your favorite on tap.”
“Triple P?”
I nod and we step up to the bar. Within minutes, we have our beers, and I lead her to a high-top table.
I’m not nervous, but I feel a bit out of place here.
These are high rollers in every aspect of the word.
They possess wealth beyond my reach and live a lifestyle that Hartford and I have been trying to explore but continue to fail at miserably. These people are like professionals.
It’s a little intimidating, but I’ll never let her know.
“What’s up the marble stairs?”
I swallow down my beer. “The offices. Nobody but staff are allowed up there.”
Her eyes sweep over the club, toward the back hallway leading to the rooms. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be. I reach over and place my hand on hers.
“We’ll explore together. We did the community munch with no experience.
I’m here by your side every step of the way.
That’s why tonight there will be no overthinking, no rules.
Let’s just relax and enjoy this experience.
” I squeeze her hand lightly. “No one here knows us. No one here will judge us. We’re not going to see the Biddies Book Club come walking around the corner. ”
She tilts her head as her eyes dance with amusement. “Wouldn’t that be funny? Seeing Claire and Helena walking around here.”
I smile at the thought, then I focus back on her. “Let’s take advantage of this. For one night, let’s not focus on our friendship or the lines that are drawn. Do what feels natural. Do what feels good. Do whatever your body wants. Whatever happens is between us.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and my dick hardens. She finally looks relaxed and I don’t know if it’s the beer or my words. “I like that idea, Pax.”
“Good.” I finish my beer and nod toward the hallway. “Let’s go.”
We cross through the crowd, and I link my fingers with hers as we enter the hallway. It’s dimly lit, setting the mood for what’s about to happen. We pass the first door and it has a small sign on the door that reads The Dark Room.
I glance at Hartford and she shakes her head. “The dark is too scary.”
We continue down the corridor, passing door after door. Each is labeled with what happens behind it. Voyeurism, Couple Play, Stranger Play, Bondage, Exhibition. The door we are staring at now seems to be the one we are both interested in—Mingling.
“What do you think?”
She bites her lip, looking from the door to me. “Yes.”
I squeeze her fingers, and she keeps her eyes on me. “Remember, this is supposed to be fun. If you get uncomfortable, just tell me and we’ll leave.”
“I’m not nervous.” She lowers her voice to a hush. “I was actually wondering if we’ll walk in and see Rigsby Collins again.”
I chuckle and kiss her temple and breathe in her intoxicating scent. Fresh raspberries and cream. I linger a bit too long and realize the mood between us has changed. I shake my head and step away. “That would be a surprise. Ready?”
“Yep.”
I open the door and we step into an enormous room filled with gobs of people.
Couches are scattered everywhere. There’s a mix of white leather sectionals and smaller loveseats, all with couples on them.
Some are drinking and talking, some are kissing, some are heavily making out, and some are having sex.
“This is interesting,” Hartford whispers.
I look down at her. “You good with this?”
A small smile hits her lips as she looks around. “Yeah, I am.”
I lead her over to a sectional further back in the room.
We have a great view of what people are doing yet feel a bit hidden from their eyes.
Excluding the two couples that are already sitting on the couch.
As we settle down, they direct friendly smiles our way, and I lift my chin in acknowledgment.
Hartford takes the seat closest to the arm of the couch, while I am the buffer between her and the other couples. They aren’t close enough to touch us or anything, so I have no problem.
We both take in the room for a while. My eyes bounce from a range of scenes, couples laughing to a woman on her knees giving a blow job to couples having sex in various positions. No one is fully undressed, but clothes are barely hanging on in some cases.
I peek over at Hartford, and my dick hardens.
She’s watching a couple making out. The woman’s on the man’s lap and his hands are pushing up her dress as he grips onto her ass.
My attention returns to Hartford, and I can’t help but notice her faster breathing, causing her breasts to push further out of her dress.
No rules. My gaze drags up and down Hartford’s incredible body. I rest my hand high on her thigh and she slowly turns her head to me.
I search her heated eyes as I caress her thigh with my fingers, moving closer to her pussy. “You as turned on as I am?”
Her cheeks turn pink as she nods.
“No rules, right?”
“Right,” she whispers.
I pull her onto my lap and slide my hands down her back. I stop right before I touch her ass and wet my lips. “Don’t overthink anything, Hart. This is for us to enjoy.”
Her tits are near my mouth and it takes all my willpower to keep my focus on her face as she speaks.
“No overthinking, Pax,” she says, nearly panting.
I can’t take it anymore. All the years of forcing down my feelings, all these weeks of walking around with a hard-on, all the fantasies, and erotic dreams. It’s all come down to this moment and I’m about to break all the rules and burn down all the lines.
My fingers sink into her ass just as I lean forward and press my lips to the soft flesh of her neck. Her hands grip my shoulders tightly as a soft sigh escapes her. I take that as a good sign and push the limits a bit more.
I move my hands under her dress, and I let out a growl when they meet her bare ass. She’s wearing a thong, and I’ve never been more thankful for the invention.
“Damn, you’re killing me,” I hiss.
I kiss and suck on her neck and the more I move my hands on her ass, the more aggressive I get with my mouth.
A light bite on her skin causes her to buck her hips against me.
I’m no longer in control of what I’m doing.
It’s incredibly erotic to realize that others are witnessing the first time I touch my best friend in ways I’ve only fantasized about.
I kiss down her neck to her cleavage.
“Yes,” she moans, rocking her hips against my hard dick.
Those simple words do me in. I move my hands to the top of her dress and pull it down, exposing her bra to me.
Her hard nipples poke through the silk, and I don’t think as I lean forward and flick my tongue over them.
She moans as I use my hands and my mouth.
I squeeze her perfect tits, exposing more skin that I kiss, lick, and lightly nip.
She’s dry humping me at this point and it feels so fucking good having her pressed against me like this. My body’s in overdrive as I touch every part of her I’ve always wanted to.
“Fuck, Hartford, you’ve got me so turned on.”
“Same,” she murmurs.
I take a chance and pull down her bra, exposing her tits. She doesn’t fight it and I take full advantage. My lips wrap around one of her hard nipples while I pinch the other.
“Paxton, yes.”
Hearing my name fall from her lips does something to me I can’t explain. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way. My overheated blood pumps through my system at a rapid rate, turning me on. Hardening my cock.
Fuck.
“Your tits are amazing, Hart. Damn perfection.”
I give her tits the attention they deserve, sucking on each nipple as my fingers dig into her skin. I suck on each one, hoping like hell I leave her marked. A reminder of where I’ve been.
As I lick around her nipples, I glide my hands back down her body, under her dress. I need to know if she’s as wet as I think she is. If she’s as turned on as I am.
I squeeze her ass as I suck on the flesh of her tit, and she widens her legs. It’s a silent invitation to the destination of my dreams.
My fingers trace the top of her lace panties and down the side. I slip my fingers into the thin fabric and my dick begs for mercy when I feel her soft pussy.
I lift my eyes to her face as my fingers explore her for the first time. They glide between her wet folds and brush lightly over her clit. Her lips part and she lets out a moan as her head falls back.
She’s so fucking pretty.
“This is my paradise, Hartford. Your pussy is dripping wet, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve experienced. My cock is painfully hard knowing I’m the one making you feel this good. But I can’t stop now. I need to make you come. I need to experience that with you.”
Her eyes open and lock with mine. The heat and passion I see looking back at me is intense, and I fucking love it.
“Do it, Paxton. Please.”
“Fuck,” I hiss.
I move my fingers down her wet pussy and when I reach her entrance, I don’t wait. I push two fingers in and we both moan. And the world slips away. Her tight heat grips my fingers and my dick’s immediately jealous, waiting for his chance. I pump my fingers and she moves with me.
“This is like a fucking dream come true.”
“God, I know.”
She knows?
I move my fingers faster, finger fucking her hard now. “Tell me, Hartford, tell me the truth. Have you fantasized about us being together?”
I twist my fingers and she nearly screams, biting down on my shoulder. “Yes, Paxton, yes I have.”
“Fuck yes,” I growl.
I continue to finger fuck her while my lips get back to giving her tits the attention they deserve.
Her hips move against my fingers, taking me deep inside her.
She’s riding me right here in the club, not caring who’s around.
I don’t stop. I couldn’t if I wanted to.
I need to make her come. It’s the only thing I can focus on right now.
“That’s it, keep riding my fingers. I need to feel you come all over them.”
“I’m close, so close,” she breathes.
I scissor my fingers and she cries out in pleasure.
I don’t care that people are staring at us right now.
I don’t care that we are being loud. I only care that I am the one bringing Hartford closer to finding her release.
My body shakes, knowing I’m giving her this much pleasure.
I’m the reason she’s about to come and that is fucking powerful.
“Don’t fight it, Hartford. Give me what we both need,” I demand.
I bite down on her hard nipple and her pussy tightens on my fingers.
“Paxton, this is it,” she cries out.
“Fuck yes, Hartford. Let go.”
She does. Her release covers my fingers as her head drops back while her hips push harder against me.
Fuck me. I’ll never be the same.
“Paxton,” she whispers as she nearly collapses on me.
I pull my fingers out of her, causing her to tremble, and wrap my arms around her. I hold her close to me and kiss the side of her head.
“That was fucking amazing,” I say, kissing her cheek.
She tightens her hold on me as she nods her head. “Yes, it was.”
She pulls back slightly and I use this opportunity to bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. Her eyes heat and I grin as I pull my fingers out.
“Fuck, you taste like candy, Hart.”
A blush hits her cheeks as she smiles. “Thanks, I guess.”
I pull her against me again.
I don’t want this to end. I’ve had a taste, literally, and now I’m addicted.
I need more and I hope she does too.