10
Sable
Oh fuck.
Seeing the man that had come back here with my customer come while he watched me? Fuck. It was hotter than I thought it would be. I’d never actually let someone watch me before. I had sort of been messing with him when I told him I would charge him for this.
My customer had paid upfront. It took everything in me not to get up and walk away when he first protested about the condom.
That was non-negotiable for me. I hadn’t been kidding when I said I didn’t trust a stranger.
I barely trusted the people I dated. All it took was getting gonorrhea once.
I made everyone wrap it until they could prove otherwise.
At least it had been something that was treatable with antibiotics.
Though it had been a vicious strain that took multiple rounds.
I’d been so pissed at my boyfriend at the time because he had sworn left and right that he was negative, but there wasn’t any other way I could have gotten something.
It was before I’d started taking on extra work at the club.
“Mmm,” my customer moaned as he leaned forward, licking a stripe up my chest.
I hadn’t come yet, but I didn’t need to.
This wasn’t about that at all. But watching the other man?
Fuck. I needed something. Maybe it was a little fucked up that I could take a customer into a back room and blow them, or even give them a sexy little lap dance and not get anything out of it.
Most times I didn’t even get hard, but having an audience this time?
I was hard as a fucking rock. I didn’t have a fucking clue how to handle it.
Realistically, I could ask my paying customer to help me with it, but that wasn’t something I ever did.
If I got aroused from doing this, I could normally make it go away or keep my composure long enough until I could get somewhere private to take care of it.
But this? This was new. I’d never been so damn turned on by an encounter.
The good news was my customer seemed like he was done.
He yanked off the condom and threw an extra hundred-dollar bill down as he stood up and tucked his junk back in.
He gave me the most salacious of smiles that normally made me feel sleazy, but my mind was elsewhere.
I wanted to distract myself with the man who had watched all of this unfold.
Once my customer was out of the room, I lay back against the pillow. My shorts were so ridiculously tiny, there was no way to hide my obvious erection. I was proportionate to my size, but I knew how to work my angles and make myself look more appealing.
“Sable?” the man asked as he licked his lips.
“What are you thinking?” I asked, trailing my fingertips up and down my chest. Maybe I could tempt him into coming over to take care of me.
There might need to be a paid transaction of some kind, but for some reason, that wasn’t my priority.
This man was delicious and called to me in ways that not many did. It also meant that he was dangerous.
He didn’t move.
I wanted him to leave his spot against the wall and come play with me.
But there had to be a reason why he’d only wanted to watch in the first place.
It probably had a lot to do with that ring I could still see on his finger from across the room.
And maybe it made me a bad person who I wanted to tempt him, anyway.
“I’m not thinking of anything,” he answered.
“Are you sure?” I purred as I shoved my hand into the front of my shorts. This wasn’t like me at all. If someone wasn’t interested, I didn’t push, but I wanted him to want me. That was still a new feeling.
Sure. I dated, but there was something about this guy and his dark, stormy eyes and the tattoos that trailed down his arm that called to me in a way that hadn’t before.
Okay, so that made me shallow to feel drawn to someone for their looks, but he’d also been caring.
He’d asked Victor about me when I’d had that panic attack at work.
Most people didn’t care like that at all.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped as he watched me stroke myself under the fabric of my shorts. It wasn’t ideal. I wanted to pull my cock out to show him, but I wanted him to say it. I wanted him to tell me he wanted to see.
“Come on, you can tell me. What is it that you want?” I was leading him. I knew that, but I had a feeling that I would need to in order to get what I wanted out of him.
The man slammed his eyes shut before leaning his head back against the wall.
It was the exact opposite of what I was hoping for, but when he looked at me again, that stormy gaze sent shivers through my entire body.
He licked his lips. I waited for him to speak, on bated breath, because it had to be good.
My cock throbbed in my hand as if it was waiting for his words as well.
I wanted to feel the words as they washed over me.
“Show me.”
Two words.
Two words were all it took for me to pull down the front of my shorts and expose my cock to the cool air of the room.
The man’s hands flexed against the wall as if he were trying to hold himself there. Like if he let go, he’d make his way over to me to devour me. It wouldn’t be the end of the world. In fact, that was the preferable outcome.
While my shorts were still mostly in the way, I loved the feel of his eyes on me. It added to the pleasure as my hand moved up and down my shaft.
If I were alone, my eyes would be closed, but this was the wrong time to look away.
This man had all of my attention, the only thing that kept niggling at the back of my mind was that I should know his name.
It wasn’t something I bothered with when it came to my clients, but this guy felt different.
Bigger. More important. That thought should have sobered me up, made me stop.
I didn’t think this way about the men who paid me money for pleasure, but I’d already been stupid by not charging him before bringing him back to the private room.
Since the first client was already gone, I couldn’t use the lie that I charged after the fact.
When the man had asked for my services initially, he’d already had it prearranged through an app on my phone through the club.
I sent the bill, and he paid it. It was all finalized before we crossed the threshold of the room, that left it out for this other guy.
But fuck. His eyes.
They burned my skin as I kept pumping my cock. Pre-cum gathered at my tip and I swiped my thumb through it before bringing it to my lips, sticking my tongue out, tasting myself.
That made the man waver. He leaned forward, hands leaving the wall for only a moment before he slammed them back again. He still denied himself what he really wanted, and now it was quickly becoming a game of whether I could tempt him into giving in. This was so fucked.
The moment my hand wrapped around my cock again, I could see the outline of his returning erection through his jeans.
I wanted him to take it back out. To touch himself as he watched me.
Or even better, I wanted him to come over and pin me to the pillow, frotting against me until we both fell over the edge.
Fuck. I wanted that so fucking bad.
My hand worked faster, pumping an uneven rhythm because there was no way I was coordinated at this point, and watching this man dissect me inch by inch was driving me insane.
I wanted his hands.
Needed them even.
Please fucking give in.
But he remained steadfast against the wall, a whine fallingl from my lips because I was dying to feel something other than my own hand.
And then he finally did it. His hand fell to the bulge at the front of his jeans once more.
It was enough to send my body into overdrive as I pumped faster and faster.
I was just on the brink of the most powerful orgasm I’d had in a hot minute.
My toes curled against the air as I fucked into my hand.
This was torture of the best kind. His eyes.
The atmosphere. The fact that he’d watched me bring another man to completion.
It was maybe a bit too much.
All too much because I couldn’t focus anymore.
Nothing seemed to make sense as I watched his hand squeeze his length through his jeans.
He needed to take that beautiful cock back out so I could focus on it, but that was stupid.
So stupid. Because I was right there. On the edge.
Ready to fall over, I didn’t need much to throw me over, and maybe what I was hoping for was that tiny little glimpse again.
To see him come undone while I did the same.
“Fuck,” I panted as my hand flew over my length.
My stomach tightened as my balls drew up.
Zings of white-hot pleasure shot up my spine as I pictured all the absolutely filthy things I’d let this man do to me.
Things I hadn’t considered letting anyone do to me since Anthony tried to stomp on my heart.
Shit, I was supposed to be swearing off relationships.
What the fuck was I doing thinking about a relationship with a complete stranger?
Someone who had come to the club. That was a huge ass no.
“Take it out,” the words fell from my lips. When the hell did I get so damn bossy, especially with people who weren’t here to be bossed around. Or maybe that was what he needed because his fingers fumbled with the zipper before lowering it to expose that beautiful cock again.
And that was all I needed. My back bowed as my release raced through me, sending me into mindless oblivion.
The room faded into nothing but two tiny pinpricks of light that were me and my special visitor.
We were the only people left in existence as warm, sticky cum coated my fingers, covering the pillow below me.
A low groan filled the room. By the time I came to my senses enough to see what was happening, the man was leaning forward with his hand in front of his cock, a sticky glob of cum pooled in his palm.
Fuck.
I wanted it.
Maybe I was pushing his limits.
There was a reason he stayed against the wall and hadn’t allowed himself to get anywhere near me.
Just like there was a reason I made the customer wear a condom.
I didn’t mess with other people’s fluids unless I knew them and their history, but seeing that man standing there holding his mess, my mouth ran dry.
The only thing I could think of to sate my thirst was to clean him up.
The second I started crawling toward him, his eyes widened. His hand dropped, and his mess fell to the floor. Something that felt like disappointment settled into my chest, but I knew it was a risk to approach him.
In two seconds flat, the man had his dick shoved back in his pants—he bolted out the door. All I could do was sit there staring at the spot on the wall where he’d been standing, wishing that he would come back.