Chapter 31 Conrad
Conrad
Syncopated beats pushed through the club between sparkling lights and muted chatter.
Hours into the night at a club in Paris, everyone had dispersed. Isha and Lucy were dancing, Felix and James were sipping whiskey by the VIP bar. Sabrina called it an early night an hour ago, taking her broody bodyguard with her.
That left Mal and me, off to the side in the private lounge that overlooked the dance floor, her body swaying gently as she sipped from her glass.
“Do you want to dance?” I murmured in her ear.
She leaned into me and craned her neck back, resting her head on my shoulder. She pushed onto her toes and I looped both arms around her waist. “Can we go somewhere quiet?”
I smirked. Fuck, of course we could.
“Let’s get out of here.” My arms tightened around her waist. I’d been wanting to take her home since she met us here wearing that silver sequined dress.
Ending just below her thighs, I watched those long legs move all night and I’d been waiting to get her back in bed. And see that dress on the floor.
She dropped back to her heels, turned around, and shook her head. “Quiet, not that quiet.” She looked down at the ice cubes in her glass then back up at me. Her teeth scraped over her bottom lip. “Private.”
Understanding burrowed all the way down my spine as she sauntered past me.
“Mal…” I followed, weaving our fingers together.
A security guard stood in front of a secluded hallway draped closed by a heavy curtain. Malena began to pull me through, and I gave him a quick glance, stopping briefly to make sure he heard me when I said, “Privacy.”
He nodded. The swish of a heavy curtain closing the space off lowered the volume of the music to a distant hum, the thumping through the walls becoming gentle taps.
“Sabrina left through here earlier,” Mal explained, turning around. The dimly lit corridor was short and ended at the emergency door that presumably led out on the street. She tugged my arm and pulled me into her, then tilted her now empty drink up to her lips.
“How much have you—”
“Sparkling water all night,” she said, low and soft, pressing her palm into my chest and backing me into the wall. Before I could say anything, she picked up an ice cube from the empty glass. “Relax.”
She popped it into her mouth and let it move from one cheek to the other. Eyes on me, she undid my pants and stroked my length.
“Mal…” I groaned.
A devious smile tugged at her cheek, and as far as I could tell, the ice had melted. She gripped my dick a little more purposefully, stroking me with intention.
“Mal…” I repeated, and this time my breathing faltered. My heart slammed against my sternum as she dropped to her knees. “What are you doing?”
She ran the pad of her thumb over the tip of my dick. It throbbed, waiting to see what came next.
Eyes locked on mine, she set her glass on the floor and pulled another ice cube out. This time she ran it over her lips before dropping it back in her glass. “Whatever I want.”
She ran the tip of her tongue and her lips—both frosted from the ice—along my shaft.
Electricity shot up my spine.
Then she slowly swallowed me down.
The cold snap from her lips. The soaking heat of her mouth.
The sensation punched all the air out of my lungs.
The icy prickle melted into a mind-altering heat. She hollowed out her cheeks, tightening her hold on me, and my skin broke out in a cold sweat as I tried so fucking hard not to come.
My head rolled back against the wall. My vision began to blur.
Sex with Mal was something else, but a blowjob, here? Like this? Fuck.
My fingers tangled into her hair. I looked back down at her as she bobbed along my shaft, her hand stroking my balls and her hair swishing along her bare shoulders.
“That’s it, Mal.” A pleasure-filled groan moved up my chest.
She sucked, licked, even grazed me lightly with her teeth, sputtering as she continued to take my entire length.
She tilted her head up to meet my stare and take me deeper.
The club, her stunning eyes, the fact that she was constantly surprising me, and the tableau of her lips wrapped around my dick as it slid down her throat… All of it was too much.
My heart raced out of control.
“Babe,” I warned, unable to keep my hips from bucking into her. Tingles curled my toes and moved up my legs, concentrating at my hips.
I was getting too close to the edge.
Her pace increased wildly and she let out a long moan along my length, the vibrations doing me in. Every nerve ending in my body erupted.
“Mal,” I grunted loudly in warning.
She didn’t pull away.
I released hard in her mouth, and she coaxed every last drop from me, the slide of her tongue torturous. Moments later, I looked down to find an expression of victory sparkling in her eyes as her throat shifted around a swallow.
“We need to leave,” I demanded hastily between heavy breaths.
My vision cleared, and she pulled away as I got myself together.
“I’m not done dancing.”
I pinned her with a stare. “Don’t worry. Those hips will move.”