Chapter 42
Rhys
I’m way too impatient to suffer through the opening party.
I’m desperate for alone time with my girl.
I agreed to not see her until we arrive at the club, as long as we bypass the warm-up session downstairs and jump right into action behind closed doors.
If she wants to soak in the vibe, we can always go downstairs when I’m finished ravishing her body.
Once people satiate their carnal desires, the mood changes. It goes from feral to mellow.
Since we’re not allowed to use our phones inside the club, my girl sent me a text right before getting out of the Rolls-Royce. She should be here soon.
I pace the luxuriously decorated room, a tumbler of scotch in hand. When the distinctive sound of the door opening echoes, I rush to it. Keira pushes it open, steps into the room, and closes it behind her.
My heart fucking stops.
“Holy shit, you’re hot.” The words spill from my lips.
She smiles wide.
Hazel-green eyes brush over my body. “You look handsome.”
“Please,” I say. “My navy-blue silk pyjamas don’t hold a candle to the cock-hardening combo you’re wearing. First thing Monday morning, I need to find out if I can buy stocks for French Appliqué. If I can’t, I may have to consider buying the business.”
She gives me a twirl. “You like?”
I drink up every delicious inch of her little body.
The bright-pink silk chemise is quite short, but the robe that hits her right below the knee balances things nicely.
“I want to see you. Take off the robe.”
She does as she’s told and throws it to the nearby armchair.
She gives me another twirl.
The chemise is a loose fit, and the barely there straps harden my cock.
“Come here,” I say, reaching out for her.
I crush my lips to hers.
I kiss her with urgency, passion, and hunger.
I’ve dreamt of locking lips so many times over the past ten days, it’s embarrassing.
My tongue strokes along all the curves and hollows of her beautiful mouth.
My hands roam over the body I’ve missed and longed to touch.
With each caress and with each tongue stroke, my cock grows harder and thicker, aching with the unreasonable need to be inside her.
I break our embrace and run my hands down her arms. “How do you want it?”
“No appetizers, champagne, or desserts first?”
“Beckett and I made sure you ladies had plenty of champagne and desserts on the way here.” We’re not stupid. We nixed any possible objections. “So, to answer your question, I know for a fact you’re ready to go.”
Each room has a wine fridge and a fully stocked bar. I can also order food and dessert with one phone call. For the sake of my hungry cock, it’s best not to mention it.
She responds with a wicked smile.
“I get to choose?”
“You get a say. I’ll let you know if I’m in the mood or not. What’ll it be, dimples?”
She pulls her lips between her teeth.
“I’m waiting.”
She averts her gaze. “I saw something downstairs…”
“Eyes on me.”
She obeys.
“What did you see?”
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth and peers up at me from under her lashes, which look like they’re ten inches long right now.
“A couple…” She bites the inside of her cheek.
I place two fingers under her chin and force her gaze to mine.
“You understand what this club is about?”
“Yes, I do, but… it was pretty out there…”
Whatever her heart desires, I’ll give it to her––no matter how lewd. Though I put my foot down at sharing her with another man or woman.
“You want to try whatever you saw?”
She stares at me, lips twisted to the side.
She’s debating.
As she does, a new song kicks in.
I can’t help but chuckle at the bridge, ‘Tonight I’m Fucking You’.
“That’s what I’m trying to do to you.” I point to the speakers encased in the ceiling. “Help a guy out.”
She laughs.
“Come on, woman, tell me what you saw.”
“Your fingers.”
I knit my eyebrows together. “All this drama and angst because you want me to finger-fuck you? I don’t get it. That’s hardly a novelty.”
“It’s a lot more than that.”
“Then tell me.”
“It would be easier if I showed you.”
“Now you’re talking,” I say with a grin.
“Sit down,” she says.
I cock an eyebrow.
“Please, Rhys.”
I give the orders, but I’ll allow it.
I move to take a seat on the couch, but she stops me.
“The couple downstairs were on a chair. You should do the same.”
I have no idea where this is heading, but I’ll play along.
I drag one of the two chairs situated behind the small round table in the corner of the room to where she’s standing.
I take a seat and wait.
I know my girl well enough to tell when she’s nervous. A rarity for her.
“You’ve come this far, go all the way,” I say.
“Well…” Her cheeks flush, competing with her bright pink chemise.
“Yes?” I nod a few times, hoping she’ll give me more to go on. “Keira, you’re never shy asking for what you want.”
“Nothing like this,” she says.
“Try me,” I say.
“I think the idea is for me to fuck your fingers,” she says.
“We’ve been down that road.”
“It’s not what you think,” she says. “The woman was wearing a short baby doll top, and from the way she was riding the guy’s hand, I’m guessing she either went commando or she was wearing crotchless panties––”
“Are you wearing crotchless panties?”
She shakes her head. “I’m not.”
I’m disappointed. “Keep talking.”
“The guy’s hand was on his lap and the woman was bouncing up and down on his fingers as if she was bouncing on his cock.” She blurts that out in one breath.
A burst of adrenaline shoots through my bloodstream. The salacious visual assaults my senses in the best possible way.
“Too much?” Uncertainty coats her question.
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap.” I reach out a hand to her.
She takes it. “I gather you’re up for it?”
“I’m up for it, little girl.”
Giggling, she straddles my lap.
I run my hands over her skin and her chemise. Her bare thighs are warm under my touch as I skim the silk fabric upward, bunching it around her waist.
When my eyes land between her legs, my cock stirs. “No underwear?”
“No. You kept reminding me all day long you couldn’t wait to have access to my pussy. I figured, why bother with a barrier?”
I nod my appreciation. “How many fingers do you want?”
“How many fingers do you usually give me?”
“Depends on my mood.”
“I’ll let you decide.” Her voice is deep and chocolatey. The reverberation travels to my balls.
“You asked for it.”
She grins. “I certainly did.”
I drop a soft kiss against her lips. “Get up.”
She does as she’s told.
I place the back of my hand on my thigh and hold up three fingers.
She looks down, a cocky smile pulling at her lips. When our eyes meet, the hunger and lust shining bright in them is mouthwatering.
I tap a couple times on the side of my other thigh. “Hop on.”
She lowers herself over my fingers.
Fuck.
My body is so tightly coiled with need, I could come without her touching my cock.
“Remove the damn chemise. I need to see my fingers fucking your pussy.”
I don’t have to ask twice.
“You’re dripping wet.” My eyes are fixed to the spot she left on the dark silky fabric of my silk pyjama pants.
“This is so hot,” she says.
“You’re so hot.”
She responds with a lazy smile.
“Ride my fingers, baby.”
She places her arms over my shoulders and starts to move slowly, up and down.
“Oh God,” she says.
Her movements are restrained, as if she’s testing the water.
“Don’t make me waste my time.” My voice holds a warning.
Her eyes shoot to mine.
“Either you fuck yourself with my fingers, or get off.”
A flash of anger sparks in her eyes.
She moves with more determination, grinding her hips in circles and coming down in a precise angle so her clit rubs against my hand.
“That’s more like it,” I say.
She narrows her eyes at me.
“This is my fantasy, but for some reason you’re taking ownership of it.”
“Like I take ownership of every delicious part of you,” I say. “We both know you like it that way.”
I’m rewarded with a wide smile.
She picks up the pace, gyrates her hips and bounces off my hand over and over again. Her gorgeous tits bounce in sync as she gives herself to pleasure.
My God, she’s beautiful.
Nothing brings me more pleasure than to watch her take hers.
I place my free hand over my cock, moaning as I squeeze hard. I can’t decide if it’s to prevent me from coming or push me to spill my cum.
She laces her fingers behind my neck and loses her fucking mind.
I try to ignore the impatient demands coursing through my veins because this is about her.
Each time she lands on my hand, she lets out a helpless cry.
The sight of her unleashed calls out the most feral and savage part of me. “I can smell how much you’re enjoying our dirty little play.”
She whimpers.
“Your hedonistic scent is doing things to me.”
“Dear God.” She grinds harder over my fingers.
This woman is making me lose my goddamn mind.
Right on cue, the song changes.
The lyrics of ‘I Put a Spell On You’ explain my predicament better than I ever could.
I’m under Keira’s spell and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“I’m so close,” she says, circling her hips in wild bucks. She slams hard against my hand and clenches her pussy tight around my fingers.
Her cadence is feverish.
I catch her lips with mine and devour them in a punishing kiss.
I pull away. “You want more?”
“I’m not sure I can take more.” Her hazel-green eyes darken with desire, contradicting her words.
“You can. I want you to come so hard, they hear you on the first floor.”
A long sighing moan escapes her lips.
So fucking beautiful.
So fucking perfect.
So fucking mine.
I heighten her pleasure by curling my fingers, searching for her sweet spot.
“Oh, yes, there.”
To ensure she gives me what I want, I press my thumb against her clit.
“I’m close. So, so close.” Her head lolls back.
“Eyes on me.”
She obeys.
Her heavy-lidded eyes are veiled with so much lust, you’d think she was drunk.
“Now give me what I want and no holding back. Understand?”
She bobs her head a few times.