5. Chapter 5 #3
Not able to drag my eyes away, curiosity pulls me closer to the window.
Heat curls slowly through my body, desperate to know what’s going to happen next.
She strokes the length of him before licking him like he’s her favourite ice cream.
I shouldn’t be watching this. Any second now, I’ll walk away.
Yet my eyes stay glued to the scene playing out in front of me.
There’s a part of me that wishes I was brave enough to strut in there and tell the woman to leave.
Because I want to be in that bed. This club must have some kind of mojo juice flowing through the air conditioning vents because never in a billion years would I ever think like that.
The second I saw what was about to happen, I would’ve scampered away.
Now, I’m watching Kade getting a blow job by a beautiful woman, and I’m jealous I’m not the one doing it.
The woman’s head bobs up and down as she pumps the base of him with her fist. Desire washes over me, warmth pooling between my legs.
This is so wrong and so exciting at the same time.
While I watch, my hand slides down to the hem of my skirt, and I slip my fingers under the fabric.
I bite back a moan when I caress my fingers over my drenched panties.
Kade pulls away, then he lies on the bed, gesturing for the woman to continue.
With this new position, her hair hangs like a curtain, and damn it, I can’t see the action.
Like the universe senses my frustration, Kade twists her hair into his fist, giving me back my view.
The possessive ease of the movement causes my breath to catch.
Shame and fascination twist inside me, and I continue to watch.
She clutches at his thighs like she’s trying to steady herself or take him all in.
Which would be impossible with his size.
He watches her with an unreadable expression—he’s in complete control.
It’s not until his mouth drops open and his head tilts back slightly that I can tell he’s feeling something.
The music from the dance floor is so loud, I’m disappointed that it’s drowning out any noises I may have heard coming from the room.
I slide my finger under my panties and brush them over my folds. Pressing on my clit, my body quivers. At this point, I don’t even care if someone catches me. I’m too enthralled with what is happening in that room.
Kade links his fingers and rests them behind his head, spreading his elbows wide like he’s sunning himself on a white, sandy beach. His eyes are at half-mast and his mouth slightly open as the woman works him over.
Kade says something, and the woman stops before she gets on all fours, wiggling her butt in the air.
Kade stands, takes a foil packet from the nightstand, and positions himself behind her.
With his back toward me, his tight-fitting clothing does nothing to hide his muscular body. It’s strong and powerful.
Luckily, there’s a mirror on the wall at the head of the bed, and I can still see what’s happening.
Kade rips the condom packet open and rolls it onto his erection.
Anticipation burns in my stomach. Gripping her hips, in one swift move, he plunges into her just as my finger sinks inside me.
Biting my lower lip, I hold back a groan.
The woman’s head knocks back, and I watch her scream of pleasure in the reflection of the mirror as Kade picks up the pace. His face is firm, his jaw clenched.
As the tempo kicks up, so does my finger. I’m so wet. I add another digit, imagining I’m the one on the bed and Kade is pounding into me. I’m about to orgasm in a crowded club, and I don’t care.
My fingers work in time with his thrusts. Building me higher and higher. My orgasm explodes from me, and I cry out just as his body jerks with his release and his eyes lock with mine in the mirror.
Quickly, I move away from the window, my chest heaving as the aftershock of my orgasm still pulses through my body. Even though my legs are like jelly and need a minute to recover, I will myself to make my way back to the observation deck.
Once I’m back, hidden amongst the VIP crowd, I look unseeingly down to the dance floor as images of what I just witnessed play out in my mind. So hot and sexy. I’m sure it’s a scene I’ll never forget and use whenever I’m in need of a great orgasm.
“Did you like the show?” a deep voice whispers in my ear.
I still for a beat as my heart rate gallops. Kade’s warm breath fans my neck, and heat from his body pulses into my back. Oh crap. He found me and knows I was watching.
What am I supposed to say? Yes? Or should I apologize for spying?
Before I can answer, he leans closer, pressing his chest to my back, and oh, help…
I’m burning up. “I bet you got wet and touched yourself, didn’t you?
Fucked yourself hard with your pretty little fingers.
” His words melt my insides and short-circuit my brain, so I can’t put words together.
He plucks my hand from the railing and brings it to his lips, sucking my fingers into his mouth.
My legs turn to water, almost giving way from underneath me.
“Delicious.” His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip.
Is it written on my face how turned on I am? Kade’s erection brands hot on my lower back. If I bend over slightly and lift my ass, he can fuck me right here, right now. With how turned on I am, I’d let him.
He places a hand on my hip; the other hand trails along the inside of my thigh and under my skirt. Now I’m grateful Sally convinced me to wear the miniskirt. He stops just before my sex. “Are you still wet for me? If I touch you, will my fingers come away soaking?”
I nod. “Should I check?”
My stomach tightens with a rush of nervous butterflies. I don’t do this. Men don’t treat me this way. I definitely wouldn’t have a stranger’s hands on me, wondering what’s going to happen next. What shocks me the most is that I want to know more than anything.
Another nod. What. Am. I. Doing?
His hands caress higher, his tongue licks at the shell of my ear. Then his finger slides under the silk of my panties, between my folds, and inside me. My head falls back onto his chest, and I jerk at his touch; my sex is still sensitive after my recent orgasm.
“You have a nice tight pussy,” he croons low and deep in my ear. “One I’d like to fuck.” His finger plunges deeper.
I bite my lip, stopping myself from moaning out loud.
There are people nearby. Yes, people aren’t so discreet here, but this is not what I do.
As good as it feels, as exciting as it is, this is not me.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Kade is a stranger.
A few minutes ago, he was having sex with another woman, and now I’m letting him touch me where dozens of people can see.
Snapping out of my lust haze, I pull away and turn to face him. His dangerous look makes it seem like he’s flown straight up from hell. The devil with his sins to tempt me. Luckily for me, as delicious as his touch was, I’ve had enough church sermons to help me not fall into temptation.
“I don’t want to do this,” I say weakly.
He cocks a black eyebrow. “You’re wet for me. I’d say you do.”
I shake my head. “No… I don’t do things like this.” I move to step past him.
His arm shoots out, grabbing the railing.
I go to step the other way, and he does the same again, caging me in.
Even though I’m trapped, I don’t feel threatened.
If I was ever in this same situation with another man, I’d want to knee them in the balls.
Not with Kade. Why do I feel like he wouldn’t hurt me?
Like I’m safe in his arms? How can I think like that?
He could be a serial killer for all I know.
“I think it’s exactly what you want. Why else would you find me at this club?”
His comment takes me by surprise. “Do you think I came here for you?”
“Why else?”
“Maybe because I wanted to dance and have fun with my friend. How would I know you were here?”
He narrows his eyes slightly. “You did get my name tattooed on your skin. Maybe you’re some kind of stalker. Do you still have it?” He takes one hand off the railing and caresses the side of my breast where his name is.
My body betrays me and shivers.
He grins wickedly at my reaction.
Ignoring my body’s response, I say, “I’m not a stalker, and I had it lazered off as soon as I could.”
Placing his finger under my chin, he stares deep into my eyes. “Liar.”
“Why would I keep a stranger's name on my body?” I try to add some boldness in my voice.
“Because it thrills you. Gets you hot in the middle of the night. Makes you want to touch yourself and imagine it’s me. I bet it’s the most exciting thing you’ve done… well, until tonight.”
“Please move so I can leave.” I don’t have to answer him.
Kade pushes casually off the railing. With a hard expression, he says, “Next time I see you spying at my window, Daisy Chain, you’ll be joining me on that bed.”
I pull back my shoulders, calling for bravado I don’t feel.
Who the hell is he to speak to me like that?
Yes, earlier I’d wished I could join him.
But telling me infuriates me. I’m not some desperate woman who will bow down to him because he says so.
“There won’t be a next time. I won’t be coming back. ”
His lips tilt into a crooked grin. Leaning toward me, he takes my hand and slips something into my palm. “You’ll be back. You won’t be able to stay away.” And with a devilish wink, he saunters away.