CHAPTER SIXTEEN #2
I started to just ask him, when I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.
I needed to leave him wanting more. To keep him coming back.
He needed to sign the membership papers to join the gentleman’s club.
He needed to be so wild with lust for me that he would enter the auction to keep anyone else from having me.
I couldn’t let him distract me from that goal, and I had to make him want me even more than he already seemed to.
I turned around and gave him a seductive look over my shoulder that had him doing whatever I wanted him to do. I pulled him along until we were back in front of the sofa, then pushed him down on it. Then I got on my knees in front of him.
He closed his eyes. “Oh God. Please tell me you’re going to…”
“Suck you? Yes, Jack. That’s what I want to do.”
He groaned and leaned his head back for a minute before snapping up again. “Wait,” he said before I could unzip his pants. “I need to see those perfect breasts of yours first. Do you know how many fantasies I’ve had about them ever since I saw them covered in tomato soup? My God.”
I gave him a sexy grin. “Of course you can see them.” I started to reach around and unzip my halter top, but he beat me to it. I’d forgotten what an expert he was at getting women out of their clothing.
He unzipped it and my breasts tumbled out.
“What the fuck?” He held them in his hands, kneading them, weighing them, plucking my nipples and making me squirm.
“You have the best damn tits I’ve ever seen.
” He pulled me into his lap again. “I need these, baby.” His hands went to the middle of my back as he pulled me close to his mouth.
I arched my back and leaned back, my hair brushing his legs as I cried out when his lips locked around one of my nipples and suckled.
He moved between the two, flicking, sucking, and licking while I gave myself helplessly over to the pleasure.
He was back in total control. My attempts at seduction were… not working.
He thrust his extremely hard cock up, hitting my already swollen, sensitive clit again and again. “Let me fuck you while I suck you, baby. Please.”
Nico’s words from earlier played through my mind.
I couldn’t let him fuck me. I stood up slowly, watching the disappointment on his face fade as I made sure to let my breasts bounce while I moved into position in front of him.
On my knees, I reached for the zipper of his pants.
I started to move it down, when he placed a hand over mine. “Let me fuck you.”
His eyes were intense, commanding, and I swear if I didn’t have Nico’s voice playing through my mind telling me what to do and what not to do, I would’ve done whatever Jack said. Happily. But I couldn’t let him be in charge tonight. At least not totally.
I licked my lips and arched my back bringing his eyes back to my tits. “But I want to taste you,” I pouted.
“Fuck.” He clenched that perfect jaw, his eyes trained on my breasts. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
I gasped, and it wasn’t even part of my seduction. His cock was perfect. It was long and thick, hard as steel, and ready to go. It was big. Much bigger than anyone I’d ever been with before. I’d thought Myers had a big dick. But Jack’s seemed twice the size of his.
And I was supposed to suck him off. I’d been told I gave good head, but I’d never worked a cock that big before.
I looked up at him and he was watching me with heated eyes.
“Take all of it,” he demanded, pulling on the end of my ponytail.
“Wrap those plump lips around my dick and suck me to the back of your throat,” he said in a soft voice that belied the strength and command in his words.
He jerked my hair, bringing my face close to him as he leaned up, licked my lips, and said, “Give me the best head of my life, baby.”
Then he sat back and waited, watching me, observing me.
No pressure.
I tried not to show my nerves as I pushed his legs apart and licked up the length of his cock, right along the thick vein that ran the length of him. Then I played with the head, alternately sucking it gently and licking my tongue around the sensitive tip.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned rocking his hips gently towards me.
“You want more?” I teased.
He leaned up, grabbed my ponytail, and pulled my mouth towards him while holding his cock. “Take me deep, baby. Take all of me you can fit in that pretty fucking mouth of yours.”
I gripped his thighs, fit my mouth around the large head of him, and took as much of him as I could all the way to the back of my throat, humming and swallowing around him. His hips shot off the couch.
“My God. Fuck, yes,” he gasped out. He grabbed my head in his hands. “I want to move you, take control, but I don’t want to hurt you. What do you want me to do?” His words were rough, raspy as he tried to control his desire.
I looked him in the eyes. “Use me.”
His eyes practically rolled back in his head. “I knew you were fucking perfect.” He grasped my head and started working me up and down his length, pushing me a bit farther than was comfortable, causing me to gag just a little each time.
“That’s it,” he crooned, “such a good fucking girl. Take that cock down your throat, baby. Swallow it.”
I couldn’t take him all; at least, not in this position. So I grasped him and worked his base with my hands while he controlled the pace of my head. I was gratified, though, when he slowed his pace as I sucked him hard each time he lifted my head up.
“My God,” he whispered as I sucked harder and harder each time he lifted himself up. “You’re going to suck me dry, baby.” I smiled even though my lips were stretched tight around his girth.
I looked up at him and watched him as he stared at me. I saw him take in my softly bouncing breasts, my mouth stretched around him, the tears and saliva on my face from him pushing me to take him further. “You’re beautiful. You’re fucking beautiful.”
Then he got serious. He started moving my head faster and faster, my sucking became sloppy, wet, but he seemed to love it.
He was making constant groans and grunts of pleasure.
I could feel him growing larger in my mouth.
I knew he was close. I reached for his balls and played with them gently, balancing them in my hands, while he moaned out his appreciation.
“I’m going to come, baby,” he warned.
I popped off, licking my lips and staring at him. “Do you want me to swallow it, to drink you down, or do you want to paint a picture here?” I took the tip of my fingernail and traced over the tops of my breasts.
He closed his eyes. “Oh my God, I’m not anywhere close to done with you, baby. There’s so much more I want to do.” He opened those pretty hazel eyes, half-lidded with lust. “Swallow me down. Drink my cum like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”
I rolled my tongue around the head of his cock while he talked, humming my pleasure at what he was saying, then I took him even deeper than I’d done yet that night.
I sucked as hard as I could on the way up, and that’s all it took.
He went still before exploding in my mouth.
I swallowed it, having to hurry to swallow more and more because there was so much of it.
He was quiet through it all, and I finally looked up at him to see him watching me with awe as I took it all, swallowed it all.
Finally, the last wave of cum hit the back of my throat, and I felt one of his large hands wrap gently around my neck. Surprised, I looked up at him. “Show me.”
I opened my mouth like I was told, so he could see the last of it. He tightened his grip on my neck, just a little. “I want to feel it when you swallow.”
I swallowed the last of him down, the feel of his hand squeezing my neck gently making me wet again for some reason. I’d never been into choke play before, but I suddenly saw the appeal with Jack.
It was over, and I watched him. What would he do? Would he stand up, zip up, and walk out, finished with me? Would he ask for another woman next?
Or would he prove that he was interested in me?
He helped me up as he stood and pulled me in for a hug. “That was… the best,” he breathed in my ear. “Come home with me.”
I stood there, with my bare breasts pressed to his strong, broad chest, and realized I had seen little of his body, while he’d seen practically all of mine. I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t, because I knew the answer had to be no. He had to know that, too.
I forced myself to be coy, even though I wanted to be real. “Help me get dressed?” I turned and looked at him over my shoulder.
He obliged, pulling the zipper slowly up my back as his hands radiated out, touching me everywhere. “I don’t want to let you go,” he whispered.
I pulled away and walked to the sink in the corner where I quickly cleaned my face of the telltale signs I’d gone down on him—the mascara, the spit, the lipstick smears. When I turned back around, he watched me a little sadly.
“You’re not going to leave with me, are you?”
I wanted to scream yes, run and jump in his arms. But I knew that would be stupid.
Given his past, he would probably toss me to the side in a day or so, and where would that leave me?
Probably with some middle-aged, divorced man who’d win me in the auction and then mindlessly fuck me, badly, every day or so for three months.
I had to fight to keep from shuddering at the thought.
There’d be no passion, no real desire. Nothing like what I could see happening between Jack and me.
So, I shook my head. “No, Jack. But you can come back and see me every night if you become a member here.” I walked toward him, his eyes glued to me the whole way.
“Did you know,” I asked, “that I’m going to be auctioned off in less than two weeks?
Whoever bids highest for me gets full, unrestricted access to me for three months. ”
“I’m aware.” There was a look in his eyes I couldn’t quite place.
It wasn’t quite sadness—maybe it was determination?
I wasn’t sure. He suddenly pulled me to him roughly.
“I’m very aware, beautiful. And I’m just telling you now—there’s no way in hell I’m letting anyone else touch you from now on.
You’re mine, Daisy. You’re fucking mine. ”
With that he planted a rough kiss on my lips, stroked my hair down as if fixing it, and put his arm through mine. “Can I escort you through the club? I believe I have some paperwork to fill out with Nico Salazar.”