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It would be so easy to walk away right now. All that I would have to do is slide over a few inches and leave. It’s not like he can easily overpower me; I could get away from him if I wanted to.
The only problem is that I can’t bring myself towantto.
The rhythm of his hand changes and my body buckles, my mouth falling open as pleasure courses through my every nerve in an electric assault, and I catch a glimpse of him in the mirror as I gasp for air, proudly watching my reflection. It’s as if he’s just won a game; and I’ve just lost.
He’s gotten the upper hand against me tonight and he knows it.
“I wonder what your daddy would think if he knew how much you like my hand wrapped around your pretty cock,” he taunts, watching me in the mirror.
“Get…off of me,” I pant as I move one of my hands, grabbing onto his wrist to stop him, because god damnit, I will not cum in Nash Montgomery’s hand.
“Hands on the counter,” he orders, and god help me, I listen to him. I slam my hands back into place with a vise grip, this time not holding back the moan that escapes me. “All I had to do was give you an opportunity,” he continues, taunting, “and you couldn’t resist it, could you?”
As his body presses against mine, I can feel his cock hard against my ass, and it sends a familiar heat through me that it shouldn’t; a heat that Idon’t want.
“You’re…such a…prick,” I whimper, glaring at him in the mirror, trying to fight off the orgasm violently clawing at me and begging to be released.
“Don’t talk back to me, pretty boy,” he warns, stilling his hand, “or you won’t get to come.”
At his threat, my hips thrust into his hand on their own with a whine, trying to force the friction I so desperately need. If he stops now, I don’t think I’ll make it. I’m so close that it would be painful if he stopped. I need him to keep going.
Ineedhim to make me come.
Nash laughs – actuallylaughs -and he picks up his movement again, firming his grip in perfect, even beats as he strokes my dick. His mouth makes contact with the skin below my earlobe and he flicks his tongue a few times before gently sucking at my flesh.
Electric pressure builds in my spine while he works my shaft, breathing heavily behind me, and my grip tightens on the sink in front of me.
“Shit,” I gasp. “I’m—fuck!” My head falls forward and my mouth drops open as I come, my chest heaving while my hips give a few small thrusts and I do exactly what I didn’t want to do: I cum all over Nash Montgomery’s goddamn hand.
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I stifle a laugh as the Fowler kid gapes at me in the mirror while he stuffs his cock back into his pants. In his daze, he seems to forget to button them or to fasten his belt around his hips again. The only sound in the room is that of the kid’s heavy breathing, followed by the sound of his sneakers on the linoleum as he staggers toward the exit, grappling with the door handle for a moment too long before he remembers that the lock is engaged.
“I’ll be seeing you,” I tease him, using a towel to wipe his still-warm cum from my hand.
He turns to look at me as he slides the lock free, shock and confusion written all over his face, and he rushes through the door and back into the club.
And I feel a thrill that I haven’t in years.
I stop at the bar to have one of the staff pour me a finger of scotch before moving to the upstairs VIP section of the club, where two of my girls are dutifully awaiting the return of their customer; a customer whom I don’t believe will be joining them again this evening.
The pair of them sit perched on the couch, deep in conversation as they sip on champagne. The darker haired one is more afraid of me than the blonde, and she shies away as I step closer to the table, while the blonde drapes a protective arm over her friend’s leg and narrows her eyes at me.
“Sophia, Summer,” I greet them, “you ladies wereperfecttonight.”
“We were?” The quiet one seems confused.
“You’ve both earned the rest of the night off.”
“The client left,” the blonde says with an arch to her brow.
“The client came to personally thank me for the service that you provided to him,” I smile. “Go home, ladies, before my mood changes.”
The blonde one takes her friend by the hand and pulls her past me, using her own body as a wall between the two of us as if she thinks that I’m going to lay a hand on her friend. As they leave, I pick up one of their flutes still filled with champagne – he’d bought the good stuff for them. Smart man – and I drink it as I drop into the couch and pull my phone from my pocket to do some research on my new toy.
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