Chapter 19 Strip Club Rules
Strip Club Rules
I open my office door and walk Henry Jackson out, setting my latest round of notes on the desk for Teresa to type up when she has a chance.
Henry deals with moderately severe obsessive-compulsive disorder with a side of generalized anxiety disorder for good measure. He’s been doing well lately, though.
“A Mark Eriksson is going to be stopping by for me soon. Can you send him back to the office when he gets here?” I ask Teresa as soon as Henry Jackson leaves.
I need to give Mark his half of our costume before we meet at The Rose Room tonight and since I have a movie night—assuming Katie is willing to watch movies with me—and a murder lined up prior to that, this is the only time that worked for us both.
“Sure. I’m going to run to the post office during lunch to send out the billing statements for this month. Do you have anything that needs to go in the mail?” Teresa questions, adjusting the witch’s hat she’s wearing for Halloween.
“No. Thanks though,” I reply at the same time Mark steps through the door. “Hi Mark,” I greet, not bothering to hide the smile spreading across my face. “This is Teresa. Teresa, this is my boyfriend Mark.”
He also looks stupidly happy—the smile he’s wearing spreads all the way to his eyes, crinkling them at the corners as he walks to the desk and shakes her hand. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
“Yes, you too. Well, I guess if I don’t need to wait around for anyone, I’ll run to the post office now.”
“Okay, thanks,” I say as she grabs her coat and the stack of mail, then heads for the door leading out of the reception area, locking it behind her, since she won’t be here to keep an eye on the room.
As soon as the door clicks shut, I grab Mark’s hand and pull him into my office, shutting and locking that door as well.
“You introduced me as your boyfriend,” he says, sounding giddy.
“Isn’t that what you are?”
“Yes, but you’ve never introduced me that way, and it turns out I like hearing you say it,” he tells me, and then his hands are in my hair, and his lips are on mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth.
I groan, arching into him as his hands release my hair and run down my body. He reaches the waistband of my pants and pulls my shirt out, sliding his hands under it and across my skin. His palms are warm, and my cunt is already throbbing.
“I need you, Alyssa,” Mark murmurs, pulling his mouth just far enough away from mine to get the words out as he takes my hand and places it on his cock.
I can’t help but run my hand over him when I feel how hard he is. “We shouldn’t,” I say, not meaning it. Because even if we shouldn’t, I really want to.
“She’s gone. The office is empty.” He’s slipped his hand under my bra and is tracing circles around my nipple.
“And I need this. I need you. Even if she were here, I would still want to bend you over your desk and fuck you until you were screaming my name. Please,” he says, and it sounds like he’s begging. It’s incredibly hot.
I unzip his pants, freeing him and wrapping my hand around his dick. He’s so hard, and his skin is silky smooth. He moans, his hips twitching as my skin makes contact with his. “Say it again,” I demand, stroking him slowly as I stare into his eyes.
“I need you so much right now. I want to feel the tight, wet warmth of you squeezing my dick. Please. Please let me fuck you.”
“Why? Has it been a while?” I tease.
“You know exactly how long it’s been,” he growls, as his hands slip out from under my shirt and begin undoing the buttons.
“Have you been imagining this moment since the last time we were together?”
“Yes.” The buttons on my shirt are halfway undone now. “Say yes,” he demands as I continue to pump my hand along his shaft.
“How many times did you masturbate to the thought of screwing me?”
“Every day I’ve been gone.”
“Only once a day?”
“No,” he admits, his eyes are locked on mine, and I couldn’t look away if I tried. I want him in my mouth, and I want him in my cunt. I want him in every part of my body at the same time.
“How many times, Mark?”
The buttons on my shirt are all the way undone now, and he reaches around to unfasten the hooks on my bra, then pushes my shirt off one shoulder.
As soon as my hand is free, he pushes the bra strap down my arm as well.
I switch hands, gripping him with my other so I don’t have to let go of him as he repeats the process, being careful with my elbow.
“At least once in the morning and once before bed. Say yes, Alyssa.”
“My office, and my rules today. You do what I say when I say it.”
“As long as I can have you, I’ll do whatever you say. Anything you want.”
“Okay. Yes,” I agree, releasing him to yank his shirt off, then shoving him away.
He staggers backward a step, his lower legs hitting the couch as he falls onto it with a look of surprise on his face.
“Pants off. All the way off,” I order with a smirk as I remove my remaining clothes and then straddle him on the couch.
He places his hands on my thighs, running them up the insides of my legs. I almost let him touch me, but I know if I do, this won’t go the way I want, so I pull his hands away from me. “Strip club rules. No touching until I say otherwise.”
Heat moves across his expression, and I can tell he wants to argue, but he already agreed to play by my rules. “Okay,” he says with a nod. “Hands off.”
“Good.” I line up the shaft of his cock so the underside of it is pressing into my clit and then run my hand along the top from base to tip. The friction and the pressure of him pressing against me makes me groan, and I shift for an even better angle.
“I want to touch you,” Mark moans, watching me intently.
“No,” I say, and a frustrated rumble builds in his chest. “Tell me what would’ve happened in the restaurant if we hadn’t been interrupted.”
“You know what would’ve happened. Let me touch you,” he pleads.
“No. Tell me anyway.”
“After another minute or two, it would’ve been too much for me to take.
I would’ve grabbed you from the table, dragged you into the bathroom, and fucked you from behind while we watched ourselves in the mirror.
Alyssa, let me touch you.” His skin is hot beneath my hands, and I can’t wait to have him inside me, but I’m enjoying torturing him—torturing us both—too much.
“No. What if someone had heard us?”
“I wouldn’t have cared. They could’ve been on the other side of the door shouting at us, and I would’ve kept going until we were both satisfied. Please. I need more.”
I lean forward, bracing my left hand on his shoulder until my nipples are grazing his chest, and the extra stimulation feels amazing.
My right hand is still on his dick, but it’s pinned between our torsos.
“How many times have I said that to you only for you to make me suffer? You can deal with having a taste of your own medicine,” I whisper in his ear before nipping at his earlobe.
He growls.
“What were you thinking about the last time you jerked off to me?” He swallows as I trail my tongue down his neck and over the hollow between his clavicles. I resume stroking him as soon as there’s enough room for my hand to move.
“It was in the bathroom on the plane on the way back.”
“On the plane?” I question, biting one of his nipples. I’m rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.
“Yes. The team’s plane. I was in my seat, thinking about seeing you, which led to thinking about being with you. I ended up so hard I had to go to the bathroom just to get a little relief.”
“And did you? Get some relief?” I probe as I slide off the couch to kneel between his legs, licking my way down his stomach.
“Yes. I went into the bathroom and rubbed one out while fantasizing about being with you in the restaurant. I was imagining you slipping under the table with the tablecloth hiding you.”
“What was I doing under the table?”
“You had your mouth wrapped around me, and you were sucking me off while I was trying to play it cool so no one would know what was happening,” he says breathlessly.
“Do you want me to wrap my mouth around you now?” I ask, letting all the desire I’m feeling for him flood into my voice. I want him desperately, but teasing him is such a turn on for us both that it’s going to make things even better when I finally fuck his brains out.
“God yes.”
“Tell me what happened next. If you stop, I stop,” I warn as I slide my mouth over him, engulfing his cock until he’s deep enough in my throat that I have to fight my gag reflex.
“Alyssa, oh god,” he moans, jerking against me.
“I was imagining it felt just like this. And I wanted you to keep going, but I was also imagining pulling you up to ride me so that everyone in the restaurant could see how perfectly we fit together and how much I love being buried inside you. Please let me touch you.” I wait until he’s almost there—until I can taste the cum dripping from the head of his cock—before pulling my mouth away.
“Alyssa, please,” he begs as I move to straddle him once more, gripping his shaft, lining him up with my opening.
“No, not until I say so,” I groan as I slide down his length one slow inch at a time. The sensation as he fills me is so amazing that I’m already quivering around him. “Tell me what this feels like.”
“You’re so tight and warm, Alyssa,” he says, and it’s barely a whisper.
“So soft, but you’re squeezing me so hard.
It’s all I can do to sit here and hold still.
I want to fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name.
I want to make every part of you mine. Your mouth felt amazing, but this is everything I could ever want. ”