Chapter 1 #2
“Thanks, I guess.” I shrug. “I need a drink. It’s thirsty work.”
“Can I buy you a drink?”
It’s only now that I finally study this Adonis of a man in front of me; he’s huge. His build is muscular, his arms are like the Hulk’s, and his height… he must be over six foot three. Do I want him to buy me a drink?
“I don’t know you.”
He smiles at me and winks. Wow! My knickers just combusted. “I don’t know you either. How about we change that?”
I’m being led by my pussy right now and not my brain. It isn’t like me, but there’s something extremely hypnotic about this man. I’m intrigued. I can’t remember the last man that turned my head.
“Okay. I’ll have a gin and lemonade, please.”
He holds his arm out for me to link his. I look over at the pole where Mhairi is dancing away, shaking what her mama gave her. I really don’t want to be the one to drag her off that pole now. I’m not getting her off it without a tantrum.
I link my arm through his. I feel tiny in comparison.
Everything about this man makes me feel miniature, but there’s something about him that gives me a bit of encouragement.
Maybe it’s the alcohol coursing through my bloodstream, or maybe it’s the fact I can’t remember the last time I had a human dick penetrate me.
I’ve been managing just fine with my trusted battery-operated friend that never disappoints, never argues back, and never looks for anything more than the quick fuck I need at the time.
We approach the bar that’s crowded with people.
I can’t see myself getting that drink anytime soon.
But that doesn’t stop the man I’m with from trying.
He pushes through the crowds, speaks to the barman, and manoeuvres me over to the side of the room where a door leads us to a private area.
It’s a little snug that has several tables filled with other people.
I’m led to the one booth that’s empty, and I sit down gladly.
My feet are aching. I’ve just walked across that minging dance floor in my bare feet where anything could have been spilt on it.
I daren’t look down at the colour of my soles.
Silence surrounds us, but then two drinks are placed on the table in front of us. “Thank you, Tam. Put them on my tab. I’ll sort it later.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
The man turns back to me and ignores everything else going on around us.
“You must come here often if you’re so friendly with the bar staff.” I take a drink for liquid courage.
It’s amazing what can come out of one’s mouth when it’s laced with alcohol.
“You could say that. I’ve not seen you here before.”
I shake my head. “I work too hard, according to my friend.”
“Nothing wrong with that. In fact, I admire someone with a good work ethic. Not many people have it nowadays. Kids today have it far too easy.”
“See, that’s what I tell my friend. She has never had to work hard, though. I love her with all my heart, but her parents subsidise her every month. She hasn’t had to scrimp and save.”
“And you have?”
I shrug. “I’ve never been poor. I’ve always had something. My mum did her best for me and my two brothers. But now I’m comfortable. I’m happy. That’s all there is to it. Now you can run in the opposite direction if you like because I know I’m as boring as beans.”
Max chuckles at me. What did I say that was funny?
“Why would I run? I don’t find you boring. Anyone that can pull off those moves on a pole gets ten out of ten from me.”
I twirl my gin glass between my fingers, draw in my lip, and bite down on it so hard I can taste the metallic tang in my mouth. Max leans into me, pulls my lip from between my teeth with his thumb, and says, “Don’t tease me. I’m fantasising about biting that lip.”
Heat shoots to my core, making me squirm in my seat, which then sends shockwaves to my pulsing clit.
He might be dreaming about my lip, but I’ve always fantasised about being taken by a dominant man, a strong man, a man who knows what he’s doing.
That’s why I read smut, because I live that fantasy through the characters I absorb.
“Your body language is telling me that you find that thought intriguing.”
I raise my eyebrows and smile wickedly at him. “I guess I’d make a terrible poker player if you can read me from one glance.”
“I’ve been glancing at you all night, since my eyes landed on you at the bar earlier this evening.
When you arrived, you looked like you’d rather be anywhere but here.
Then, as time wore on, the drinks were flowing, the music picked up tempo, and you eased into the night.
That’s when you become alive. Your sweet body swayed to the music without you even realising you were doing it. ”
I blush at the thought of his eyes being on me all night without me knowing. Is he some kind of stalker?
“Then, when you stepped up onto that podium to pole dance… well, I about creamed my pants like a horny fucking teenager. It was the hottest sight I’ve seen in… well, a long time.”
That heat within me intensifies. I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.
Do I just sit here, being tortured by his words, or do I take the plunge and ask him to take this elsewhere?
I wish I was more streetwise when it comes to sex and emotions.
Give me a dirty house, a cloth, and a bottle of bleach any day. I know what I’m doing with them.
“What’s wrong, Lexi? Have I rendered you speechless?
” His thumb runs from my chin down to my breastbone, and then further south until he reaches my thigh.
His fingers clench around my leg tenderly, one brushing against my begging pussy.
A moan escapes my lips. I take a large gulp of my drink to distract me from what we’re doing in this booth.
No one is paying us the blindest bit of notice, but I feel like I’m on full display.
My cheeks flame, my heart races, and my palms are sweaty…
but I like it. No, that’s an understatement. I love it.
“You strike me as a woman who knows what she likes, Lexi.” I swallow an imaginary golf ball that’s stuck in my throat.
“What would you do if I did this?” He parts the material of my dress from the split that rides up my thigh.
His masculine hand on my soft, delicate skin is like electric jolts powering me up.
His hand runs higher up my thigh, his thumb edging under my lace panties. I feel my legs parting for him without my consent. My clit is swollen and hard, and his thumb rubs lazy circles around it, turning my body to molten lava.
“Oh…” is the only word that can leave my mouth.
He leans in so close to me, and his mouth bites down on my ear. “I want to see you come right here on this spot. I want to feel your cum on my hands.”
His dirty words push me over the edge, and my back arches, pushing myself further into his touch.
His mouth covers mine, stopping the cries of pleasure that I was about to scream out into the club.
My body pulses, jolts, and milks every bit of this amazing orgasm.
An orgasm I didn’t think was possible. Wow!
I’ve been with the wrong men all my life.
He pulls back from the kiss on my lips, pushes my hair behind my ear, and makes me look him in the eye. “I want you. Will you come with me?”
I should be saying no. I should be running in the opposite direction, but my brain isn’t working. All I can do is nod. I feel like a bitch on heat.
He grabs my bag with one hand, my hand with his other hand, and practically drags me from the booth.
We don’t leave from the entrance we came in; we leave from the fire exit at the back of the private area.
I don’t even question where we’re going.
I think, right now, I’d follow this man to the pits of hell if it meant I’d get a piece of his body other than his hand.
He pushes open another door labelled private, closes it behind me, and spins me around so my chest is flush against the door.
Am I scared? No. I’m anything but scared.
He unzips my dress from behind me and it pools at my feet, leaving me standing with my naked breasts against the cold door.
He runs his finger down my spine, shockwaves rippling through my body, and goosebumps pebbling all over my skin.
He drags my hair to the side to reveal my shoulder.
His teeth sink into my flesh, causing my body to spasm, but not enough to hurt.
“You’re so responsive to my touch, Lexi. I want to fuck you right here. Is that okay?”
He now has manners. Fuck me sideways. “Yes,” I breathe out on a sigh.
“Here, put your foot on this.” He helps me lift my leg to place my foot on the stationery chair right beside us, opening my core wide, the cool air hitting my begging flesh, and he reaches around to my clit, punishing the bundle of nerves all over again.
This time I cry out. He doesn’t stop me, and I don’t care who hears me.
He pushes lower, pushing two fingers inside of me, finding that sweet spot that no one has ever found before.
“Fuck!” I scream out. My legs buckle, but Max’s other hand grips my waist and keeps me upright.
I gush all over his hand. I feel embarrassed.
I know it’s a natural response, but I’ve never done that before.
I feel uncomfortable, and my mind is racing through everything Max might be thinking about it.
“Good girl. Now it’s onto round three.” He kisses my neck tenderly.
He turns me around, never losing the hold he has of me. I’m grateful for his touch right now because I have no power in my legs.
He lowers his zipper and pulls out his dick. What the… I thought he would be big, but that… it’s never going to fit inside me.
“I wish I had a camera on me to capture the look on your face right now. I can’t decipher if it’s shock, horror, or need.”
I bite down on my lip nervously. I have no words.
I watch Max retrieve a condom from his wallet and place it onto his incredible shaft in record time.
If I blinked, I’d have missed it. At least one of us has our marbles intact and is thinking clearly, because sexual health and unwanted pregnancy never even entered my head.
Between the alcohol, the heat, and sexual tension, my brain is fried.
“This is going to be hard and fast, Lex.”
Lex. He has already shortened my name to something that he wants to use, and I don’t hate it. I’ve heard all variations of my name over the years, but that’s the sexiest I’ve ever heard Lex sound.
He lifts me, and my legs wrap around his waist. His incredible body holds me in place against the wall.
He nudges at my soaking entrance, and with no further warning, he pushes in agonisingly slow.
Each glorious inch fills me to the hilt.
I feel full and ready to burst, but the feeling is enough to make me almost ready to come all over again.
He gets faster, harder, more punishing. I’m glad he has my legs wrapped around his waist, because my body becomes weak, and I know I’d be struggling to bear my own weight. I cry out with pleasure as wave after wave of sensation ripples through my body. He reaches between us and rubs my clit.
“I can’t. No more.”
“Yes, you can. One more.”
His words spur me on. My body betrays me as another earth-shattering orgasm rips through me from head to toe. Max roars out and comes with me, shuddering, pumping, filling me with his release.
My head rolls from the wall to his shoulder. He has killed me. He has fucked me senseless. Where the hell did this man come from? Am I dreaming?
I wriggle to get out of his hold. Suddenly, I’ve got a conscience and I’m erecting walls around me.
I can’t believe I just let some stranger in a club touch my body like that.
I have never had a one-night stand in my life.
I’m too sensible for that, but Max has made me lose all sense and sensibility.
“Don’t overthink it. We’re just two consenting adults having some fun.”
“I don’t usually do this.”
He bops me on my nose with a finger. “I figured as much. It was a delight for me to watch you fall apart from my touch.”
I pick up my dress on shaky legs and try to do up the zip.
When I fail, Max continues the job for me.
The feel of his hands on my back sends shockwaves through my body.
I grab my bag that he dropped on the floor when we entered the room, what I can now see is an office.
Anyone could have walked in here. I’m so bloody stupid.
“I have to go…” I point over my shoulder to the closed door. “My friend will be looking for me.”
He nods with a wicked gleam in his eye. “I’ll walk you back.”
I say nothing. I can’t. I tremble as embarrassment courses through me. I don’t know what to say, so I’m as well remaining silent instead of making a bigger fool of myself.
Before we walk back into the VIP area through the fire exit, Max pauses and towers over me. “Just so you know, because I can hear the cogs turning in your head from here, I don’t do this kind of thing either. You turned my head tonight. That never happens.”
I don’t know what to say to that. He could just be saying that because he knows it’s what I want to hear, but if he’s telling the truth, I don’t want to know what he saw in me to make him pursue me.
“I guess this is goodnight, Max.”
“I guess it is, Lex.”
He leans in, places a soft kiss on my lips, and pushes open the door for me. I practically run through the private lounge and stumble back into the main club. I spot Mhairi dancing on the pole I left her on. Fuck, that girl has stamina.
I rush over to her, bang my hand on the podium, and get her attention. She tries to pull me back up with her, but that’s not happening. “We need to go,” I yell.
“Little Miss Party Pooper.”
Yeah, that’s not working on me this time, buttercup.
“Come on.” I grab her shoes and bag and manage to get her down on the ground beside me.
Thank the Lord. I wrap my hand around her wrist and pull her out of the club, trying not to bang into anyone or fall flat on my face in the process.
I don’t need any more attention on me tonight.
I knew I should have stood my ground and gone home after work. If I did, then I wouldn’t have just fucked a random stranger in a club and enjoyed it.