Chapter 30 Bad Girl - Avery
I could feel the buzz from the tequila shots pumping through my veins and the bass from the music vibrating under my feet as I moved through the crowd. A thin sheen of sweat stuck to my body as I squeezed myself between couples grinding on the dance floor.
Andi and Peyton were busy flirting with a group of guys before I left them to find Spencer. The men claimed they were hockey players, which I assumed would be enough to distract them while I played a little game of hide and seek with my boyfriend.
I don’t know what had gotten into me—probably the alcohol. But when I saw Spencer leaning up against that wall with his sleeves rolled up, looking like sex on a stick, the buzz went straight from my head to the sweet spot between my legs.
The part of me that didn’t have a damn thing to worry about came out to play. And what girl didn’t love to be chased?
Peeking behind me, Spencer was hot on my heels, his long and sexy strides bringing him closer. Based on his sinister smirk, and the pep in his step, I had a feeling once he caught me, I’d be in trouble in the most panty melting way.
I continued to sift my way through the club—further and further from the noise—until I stumbled upon an area with the least amount of people possible. I wanted to hear the grit in his voice when he’d likely scold me for making him hard in the middle of a nightclub.
But honestly, all I could think about was him cornering me, running his rough hands over my body, and telling me how bad of a girl I’d been.
Instead of running through a busy club, drawing attention to myself, I briskly walked in a pair of three-inch heels. The bass from the DJ rang in my ears until I turned a corner.
With my back flat against the wall, the music from the club pulsed through my fingers. My chest filled with air, only to deflate as I took deep breaths, waiting to see if I’d be startled by an abrupt greeting from Spencer.
Getting eager, I peeked around the corner. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as subtle as I had hoped.
“Looks like you’ve reached a dead end, Bella.” The timber in his voice echoed through the hall.
Somehow, with the faint noise surrounding us, I could still feel every thump of his feet as he grew closer to me. With his musky scent only feet away, and his eyes hungry, my stomach bottomed out in anticipation.
Once he rounded the corner, there wasn’t anywhere left for me to run.
Let’s be real, being chased was only fun for so long. Eventually, you just needed to let go and allow yourself to be caught.
His dark eyes stared into my soul. What was supposed to be a ravenous, drunken moment, suddenly turned.
It wasn’t just greed and lust behind his stare.
He looked at me like he’d be devastated if he lost me.
Maybe I was reading too deeply into things.
Maybe I was a little too hopeful he felt the same as I did.
Or maybe, our minds were intertwined, and the feelings we shared for each other were on the exact same wavelength.
“Hi,” a breathy whisper escaped me.
“I’ve been dying to see you all night. I haven’t been able to think of anything other than how amazing I knew you’d look in that dress. You’re fucking breathtaking, Avery.”
My teeth sunk into my bottom lip.
He reached out for me, and the only thing his hand grazed was the air as I took one step back for every step he took closer.
“That is one hell of a dangerous color on you,” he added.
Continuing to make strides toward me, I backed up, becoming closer and closer to the corner of the hallway.
“I could say the same thing about you.” My eyes drifted over the head to toe black he wore, all the way from his designer watch to his dress shoes.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Avery.”
When my back hit the wall, his chest stood only an inch or two from mine. I had no choice but to tip my head back, look up at his steely eyes, coarse beard, and broad chest that begged for my fingers to dance across it.
“I guess I have been a bad girl, haven’t I?” My hands reached out for him, skimming along his core.
“You have.”
With one hand propped up on the wall above me, the other reached around my neck in a way he knew would make me melt.
“This, Avery…” He grinded his hard cock along my stomach. “This is the sign of a naughty fucking girl.”
“Mm, sounds like you’re enjoying yourself, though. Am I wrong?” I grabbed ahold of him through his slacks. The firmness only turned me on more.
“I am. Very much,” he groaned as I squeezed him.
“Then what’s the problem, Daddy?” I pouted.
“That. The fact that you know which buttons to push to turn me on instantly. The way you look at me. The way I burn up whenever you touch me. The way you look in that sinful as fuck dress. And the way that I can’t focus on a damn thing at work because my mind is so wrapped up with you.
” His voice was thick with frustration. But not the kind of frustration that led to anger.
It was the kind that told me he was ready to pounce at any moment.
“I could be mistaken, but it sounds like you’re falling for me.” My throat constricted with a nervous swallow.
“You make it easy.”
Giving into what we both wanted, he caught my unsaid words with his lips. Within seconds, we were trapped under a spell, our kiss full of needy moans and longing. That need was followed by slow and passionate strokes of his tongue against mine.
It didn’t matter how this man kissed me. In every fashion, he belonged to me.
Somehow, in the dark corner of a hallway, there wasn’t a soul in sight.
For a club as busy as this one, we must have found our way toward the back where employees came and went.
Lady Luck traveled alongside us all the way from Vegas, allowing us this brief moment in time to explore each other and our feelings for one another.
The feelings we knew we shared but hadn’t fully expressed yet.
The rough callouses built up on Spencer’s hand glided down my arm. His warm touch lit me on fire as he crept closer, finding my inner thigh.
“Is this what you wished for on your birthday, Avery?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered without having to think twice.
His hand inched up my dress, and out of habit, my thighs clenched, begging him to stay near my aching heat.
“Whatever the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets. What do you want from me, Bella?”
“All of you.” My voice became more desperate by the second.
“We don’t have much time where we’re at.” His thumb stroked along my soft flesh.
“Make me come, now. I know it won’t take long. You already have me halfway there just by touching me the way that you are. We have all night long for the rest,” I pleaded.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Avery, so I’m going to make you beg for it.” He smirked as he nibbled at my bottom lip.
“Please.” My plea came out slightly strained.
“Please, what?” He worked his tongue along my throat.
“Please, fuck me with your fingers, Daddy.”
His groan vibrated against my neck.
When his hand traveled higher up my thigh, the wetness between my legs became slicker.
My hand reached out for his hair, and when I gripped the perfectly styled strands, I whispered in his ear, enticing him even more, “I’ve even made it easy on you. I’m not wearing any underwear.”
The minute the words left my mouth, his fingers snaked up, closing the gap between my wet center and where his hand once flirted with my inner thigh.
“Fuuuck. Are you kidding me right now?” Taking two fingers, he swiped along my pussy.
“Yes,” I moaned, dragging it out.
“What did I tell you the last time you decided not to wear any underwear?” His eyes looked sternly into mine.
Gripping his hair harder, I leveled my lips with his. “I think you said I’d been a bad girl.” My tongue poked out, licking across his bottom lip.
“Keep making a habit of that and I might need to punish you.”
Finally, he filled me up. Two fingers entered my slick heat, and a moan so loud it dared to be heard slipped out, all to be stifled by another bruising kiss.
I wouldn’t be surprised if once I came on his fingers, he’d drag me out of this place so he could finish the job. Spread me naked and fuck me without hurry.
He worked his fingers in and out of me, hitting that sweet spot with every plunge.
“Yes. Yes.” My words were muffled by his tongue.
Since we needed to work fast, his thumb reached for my clit, rolling over it in tight circles. With every swipe, my orgasm built. Ripping my mouth from his, my breaths sped up.
“Oh my God. Yes, Daddy. Fuck me harder.”
With just a bit more pressure, and the more he teased the spot that drove me wild, I’d be coming on his fingers in no time.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you come apart on my hand like this,” he grunted, continuing to work his fingers inside of me.
With every stroke, my walls began closing in on him. Tightening. Hugging his digits and shooting pleasure straight down my spine.
The veins in his forearm popped as he continued to work me, and as my eyes wandered down to the swell in his pants, I couldn’t help but think how painful that had to be. How selfless he was for pleasing me and waiting patiently to get me back to our room for it to be his turn.
“I’m coming!” I blurted out in a breathy moan.
My legs shook, my high heels hardly supporting me in the process. With my head tipped back, “Yes, Spencer. Yes,” rolled off my tongue.
“So fucking pretty, Bella.” He tore his fingers from my pussy and licked them clean, his eyes connecting with mine the entire time. “Heavenly.” His fingers popped from his mouth.
“Fuck,” I sighed, trying to gather myself.
After a few deep breaths and a moment to come down from the high, I was brought back to reality. We were in a hallway, and my friends were still here. Somewhere. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself later, but Andi and Peyton are still out there probably wondering where I am.”
“You’re right, baby. Let’s get out of here.”
Spencer dropped a kiss to my temple before we walked down the hallway with his hand squeezing mine like he owned me. We looked both ways, gazing at each other in amazement. It was just our luck, there was no one in sight until we got back to the main part of the club.
Music bounced off the walls and everyone around us had been completely occupied—absorbed in their own business. No one would have any idea that we had just come from a hidden hallway. Me, relieved from a hot as hell orgasm, and Spencer with my cum on the tip of his tongue.
Except for my best friends.
“Wow. You look freshly fucked.” Andi winked as she looked us both up and down.
“Oh! You’re so right. They look so fucking relieved. Ugh. I’m jealous.” Peyton pouted.
“Spencer! What’s up, man?” We could barely address my friend’s drunken antics before we ran into a familiar face. Of course, Spencer would know someone, and we weren’t even at home in Vegas.
“Hunter. You remember Sky?” Spencer held his arm around me, claiming me.
“I had a feeling there was something going on between the two of you.” Hunter chuckled. “Nice to see you again, Sky.”
“Good to see you, Hunter.” I waved politely before adding, “It’s Avery, actually.”
Hunter smiled back in understanding.
“Um. Is someone going to explain to us what’s going on?” Andi slurred.
Turning toward my girls, I said, “Remember that night I ran into Spencer when I was with a client?”
“Oh my God, yes! And you went to his penthouse after and ran off when he almost kissed you!” Peyton hollered over the music, completely wasted and unaware of her surroundings.
Spencer laughed, shaking his head.
“Well, meet Hunter. My client that night.” I had no idea if they’d remember this conversation in the morning, but in case they did, I added, “And Hunter, don’t worry. This is a circle of trust. No one else needs to know you hired me that night.”
“Especially, because she won’t be available to be hired by anyone else. There isn’t a need for that anymore, right, Avery?”
I had to admit, it was hot as hell that Spencer wanted to stake his claim even though Hunter was nothing but a respectful client from my past.
Feeding into his need to claim me, I cupped his jaw and laid a hot and heavy kiss on his lips in front of everyone for the first time. With my friends standing around, and Hunter too, he rested his hand on my lower back.
“You in town for some preseason?” Spencer addressed Hunter after I tore my lips away from his.
“Yeah. There are a lot of new guys on the team this year. A lot of prospects from the AHL waiting for their call up. I wanted a weekend away before the season got started, so I came to check them out.”
“It’s going to be a good fucking year, I know it. Jayson has filled me in on all the guys I’m not working with already, and it sounds like a team to fear.”
“How about we don’t talk about hockey anymore and do a round of shots? Now that Spencer is here and the whole gang is together.” Andi held up a bottle of tequila like she was the one offering bottle service.
“Can’t say no to that!” I giggled, opening my mouth for her to pour the liquor down my throat.
“Wait, Andi, not yet!” Peyton grabbed the salt the cocktail server left behind, handing it to me. “Lick his neck.”
Knowing exactly where Peyton was getting with this, I licked Spencer’s neck and applied the salt. Peyton followed by putting a wedge of lime in his mouth.
“Okay! Ready!” Peyton nodded at Andi.
My gaze briefly caught on Spencer’s chest, his breath picking up before I swiped my tongue along his throat once more, this time gathering the salt.
Opening my mouth, Andi poured the silver liquid down my throat; the burn immediately rushed through my body.
Spencer’s eyes were dark. The same look burned in his eyes as it did when his hand was up my dress just moments ago.
I pushed him down, his ass hitting the booth when my lips squeezed around the lime, the tart flavor from the juice erasing the harsh flavor of the tequila.
“Now that’s one hell of a way to take a shot.” Peyton fanned her face.
“Fuck, it’s hot in here. Now, who wants the next one?” Andi held up the bottle, and Hunter stepped up to the plate with no intention of hiding the way his eyes raked over her body.
Spencer put his pointer finger on my chin, shifting my attention back on him. “Bella, you’re sitting on my lap with no panties, and I swear to God, I’m not going to last a minute longer if I don’t get you back to the hotel. Especially after that little show.”
The moment I saw him enter the nightclub, I knew I’d be escaping early. And luckily, my friends could handle themselves—especially with Hunter around.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get me out of here.”