Chapter 5
CHAPTER
FIVE
ROSETTE
This is not at all how I expected my night to go, with Vincent’s hands cupped under my butt as he fucks me with his tongue.
This time, he jams it inside me as if trying to lick up as much as possible, curling it to rub the tip along my channel.
I’m trembling as he withdraws it and returns to circling and lapping my clit, then sucking on it like a nipple.
Damn, I’m already close, and he’s only just started playing with me. He works me even more expertly than last night, until I’m shaking and trembling and pushing the drink farther away so it doesn’t spill.
And then, Vincent uses his finger. That bonus pressure, sliding in and pushing me open, nearly does me in. God, how does he send me to the brink so easily, like I’m his puppet? Soon I’m moaning, writhing on the table, completely oblivious to everything around us.
That’s when he uses a second finger. It pushes in, but together they’re so broad that I have to spread even wider to accommodate. The stretch is glorious, even if intense, and my hips arch off the table.
“Mm,” Vincent hums, the first sound I’ve heard him make. “This pussy is delicious.”
All I can do is answer with a cry when he curls his fingers and pushes them in deeper, seeking something. Then he brushes over a supremely sensitive spot, and I’m so near the edge that I can see the rocks far down below.
“Vincent,” I moan, clutching his head, seeking anything I can grab. Saying his name only seems to embolden him, and he licks even faster, pumping his hand in perfect rhythm, and I’m a goddamned goner.
It explodes out of me like a volcano erupting. I sense it when my body clamps down tight around his hand, and my thighs squeeze together of their own accord. I’m like a star, expanding and then bursting, and Vincent groans as I writhe and shake.
“Yes, come all over me,” he says, his voice thick and full of desire.
And then, without warning, he starts licking again.
Oh fuck. I try to wriggle away, my clit so sensitive I think it might erupt in flames, but Vincent stops me, keeping my hips rooted to the table.
“No,” he growls low in his throat. “Stay where I put you.”
I whimper as he renews his attack, my entire body tensing and shivering while he resumes stroking with his fingers.
I’m already so high on my orgasm that this sends me catapulting even higher, and a new, blistering pressure is building deep in my belly.
Vincent devours me more vigorously, his hand making wet noises as it slicks in and out, and I’m clutching his head, the only buoy I have in this storm.
“Ah!” I’ve completely forgotten where we are, what’s around us, as my hips buck on the table. “Vincent, please!”
He grunts, never releasing me. It isn’t a few seconds before I’m launching skyward again, moaning almost miserably as another massive climax is yanked out of me, and much to my surprise, I start to pee.
“Fuck!” I try to pull away, but Vincent is holding me tight. He lets out a feverish moan of his own as I leak all over him, and I’m whimpering and fighting as he keeps me from escaping. My entire body flushes with humiliation as, at last, he pulls his fingers free of my pussy.
“I’m so sorry,” I say as I sit up on the table, horrified at myself. I try to climb off so I can go clean up. “I don’t know what happened, I didn’t mean to—”
“Stop.”
Vincent’s voice is hard as stone. I do as he says, remaining exactly where I am. He looks up at me then, running his hands down my thighs.
“Was that new for you?”
I nod, covering my face with my hands. “I’ve never done that before, I promise, again, I’m so—”
“Velvet.” He grabs my chin in his hand, forcing me to stare him in the eyes. “That was natural. It means I did such a good job that I made you gush all over my face.”
I suck in a calming breath to still my racing heart. Then I realize that yet again, we’ve knocked over his drink. I hastily climb off the table, pulling my skirt down, and pick up the glass. “Would you like another?”
Vincent’s eyes roll over me, like he’s judging me. I never fidget, but right now, I shift from foot to foot while I wait for his answer.
“All right.”
I take off to get his drink, trying to set my mind straight again after the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. No, not just one—two of them in a row. Damn. And he’s the one paying me?
At the bar top, other girls are waiting for their customers’ orders, and Bunny shoots me a look.
“Who’s that guy who keeps coming in and eating you out?” she asks. “Trade with me sometime. I wouldn’t mind at all.”
I shake my head, unable to put it into words. During the day, he’s my boss. But here, at night, he’s someone else. Someone who wants to consume me from the inside out.
VINCENT
Who knows what I’m doing here a second time. I couldn’t get Velvet out of my head. Then, she exploded all over my face, and fuck, that was so hot I almost went off in my own slacks. Now she’s on her way back, her perfect hips swaying as she carries a fresh martini glass in my direction.
A martini glass. With two olives in it.
She approaches and sets it on the table, then slides into the bench seat beside me. Her hands are threaded together in her lap, awaiting my judgment.
I don’t say out loud that this isn’t what I ordered. It’s what she knows I really wanted.
Sipping my drink, I loop my arm around her, pulling her in close against my side. I won’t ask anything else of her tonight, not after what we just did. She tries to reach over and touch my cock, but I stop her hand and return it to my thigh.
She understands the message and doesn’t try again.
“What do you do for work?” Velvet asks at length, her customer service smile still on.
“Finance. Investments.” I reach into my pocket for a cigar, then pull it out and cut off the tip. “Nothing exciting.”
“Sounds exciting to me.” She picks up my lighter and flicks it, bringing the flame to the tip of my cigar. I inhale until it lights.
“It’s money. Just money and more money. What do you do? With your time off?”
Her brows lift like no one’s ever asked her this question before, and maybe they haven’t.
After a moment, she answers. “Mostly self-care. Working out. Cleaning my house. Doing laundry. Sometimes I go to the bar with my friends.” She thinks for a time.
“Said friends are single-serving friends, though. Good for a night out on the town, but not much else. When I need a heart-to-heart, I call up my friend from middle school who still lives back across the country. It’s been a while since I phoned her, though. Maybe it’s time.”
That’s much more than I expected to receive. So she lacks more meaningful connections in the city. I can’t say I have much in the way of close friends, either. It’s never been important to me. I make connections in business, and those are my “friendships,” if I could ever call them that.
“And what do you do outside of work?” Velvet asks me.
“Nothing special. I stay late at the office or work at home. Then I lift. I can’t say I do laundry or cook, though.” I smirk. “I have people who do that for me.”
She answers with a mischievous grin of her own. “That sounds nice. I’d love to never have to do laundry again.”
“I suppose I play some Gekaran,” I say after a moment of silence.
“What’s that?”
“An orcish game, much like your solitaire. It’s meant to be played alone, always trying to be better at solving the puzzle than the time before.”
I eat one of my olives, then tip back more of my martini. It’s easy talking with her, this Velvet. She is curious and forward, eager and pleasant. I wonder how much of her personality she truly shares with Ms. Kristoff, and how much is the show she puts on working at Octavio’s.
“How did you end up in finance?” Velvet asks, her hand stroking my chest in a way that’s supremely comforting. “You don’t run across many orcs in the city.”
“I grew up in an orc clan in the mountains. But I knew that kind of isolated life wasn’t for me, so I came to the city instead. Worked my way up here.”
Her brows lift. “Humble beginnings.”
We talk for another hour, perhaps two—I’m not entirely sure. But the longer I sit beside Velvet, breathing in the musky scent of her perfume, the harder it is not to simply grab her by the hand and drag her off to one of the private rooms in the back.
Eventually, I know it’s time for me to go or I won’t have as much control over what I do next.
The alcohol has gone to my brain. I’m an orc, and orcs conquer.
We take what is ours, leaving no prisoners.
And what I want now more than anything is her.
Already, my arm is around her middle, my hands cupping her perfect breasts.
When did that happen? She’s nearly in my lap, and surely she can feel how eager I am, how desperately my cock longs to be free and find its way inside her.
“I must go.” I hastily extract myself, setting Velvet down on the seat before I rise to my feet. She blinks up at me, surprised.
“It’s still early.” She is about to extend a hand to me when she must see the fire in my eyes, because she withdraws it.
“I go to bed early.” I fish out my cash and put it on the table. “Thank you for your company tonight, Velvet.”
She nods, unsure. “Of course, Vincent. I’m here every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night.”
So I could come and see her tomorrow? It’s painfully alluring, but I have an engagement with a congressman.
“Thank you.” I take her hand and bring it to my lips, pressing them to the soft skin on the back. “I will see you again soon.”
Even when I am outside in the cool evening air, though, I can’t slow the rapid beating of my heart.