Page 23 of Fang (Lotus MC: San Antonio #2)

“J ensen.” The moan slips from me as I attempt to get my bearings.

The pleasure continues to assault me, not giving me a chance to fully wake up. Then it hits.

An orgasm.

I scream out, my body giving into the pleasure without my permission. I’m panting by the time I am able to focus again.

Looking down, I find a man who looks thoroughly pleased with himself.

“Good morning,” I rasp, my throat raw from screaming.

“Morning, little dancer. How did you sleep?” he says teasingly.

I snort. “Fine, until I was woken up.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’d rather sleep than have an orgasm. That means I’m not doing my job. Maybe I should go again.”

He moves like he is going to lick me again, but I push on his forehead.

“I’m way too sensitive for round two. That was an amazing way to wake up.”

“Good.” He pulls himself up next to me, kissing my lips.

I can feel his hard-on against my thigh, making me realize I actually want to do something about it. Not because I want to repay him, but he has made me feel safe to explore my sexuality. This is part of it.

“I want to…um…” I stammer.

“What do you want to do? Sit on my face? Bring it on.” He smirks.

I shake my head. “I want to touch it,” I tell him.

He quirks his head to the side. “It? If you can’t say the word, I don’t think you should.”

I roll my eyes. “I want to touch your cock.”

It jumps against me at my admission.

“Fuck, that sounds so dirty coming from your lips. You really don’t have to,” he tells me.

“I know. I want to. Can I?”

He rolls onto his back and puts his arms behind his head. “My body is yours. Do with me as you please.”

Scooting down the bed so I am at eye level with it, I look at it a moment. Sure, I’ve seen one or two in my life by accident, but never like this.

Reaching out, I wrap my hand around it. It’s surprisingly soft. Silky, almost. Yet, it’s hard too. Such a contradiction. I kind of like it. Slowly, I start to stroke it, wondering how it can be both at the same time.

They don’t teach you this in sex ed, that’s for sure.

When little bits of sticky liquid start to pool at the top, I touch it, spreading it between my fingers.

“Fuck, Cami. You are so curious that it’s making me horny as hell. It’s such a turn-on.”

His admission thrills me. I like that I am able to make him feel things the same way he makes me feel things.

“Can I put my mouth on it?” I ask.

It jerks in my hand at my question. I look down at it, wondering why.

“Yes. You can.”

Leaning down, I put the tip in my mouth first. The salty liquid hits my tongue. It’s not the worst thing in the world, but I don’t love it. Still, I continue to lick and suck the tip, waiting for instruction. When it doesn’t come, I pull off and look up at him.

“It feels good,” he tells me, encouraging me.

“I don’t know what to do. Can you help me?”

His eyes flare. “You want me to guide you?”

I nod.

His hand comes down to the back of my head. He runs his hands through my hair gently before putting pressure on it. I follow his lead, leaning back down to put the tip in my mouth.

“That’s good. Suck. I’m going to press you down now. Take as much of it in your mouth as you can.”His tone is husky.

I do as he asks, letting him push my head down onto him more. I can’t fit it all in, but I fit quite a bit before I gag. He loosens his hold, letting me pull back.

“Good. You’re doing good, little dancer. Now do it again while sucking. Get a good pace. Use your hand on the part you can’t fit and stroke while you suck.”

I push back down, his hand now loosely in my hair, guiding me but not forcing me. I take him in my mouth again, sucking like he said. I keep doing this as I work up to a steady pace, my hand stroking him as I suck. I take a little bit more of him, gagging again, making him moan.

I keep going until he groans out, “Fuck, I can feel your throat.”

That only spurs me to go faster. Hearing how out of control he sounds.

“I’m going to come, Cami. Fuck, you need to pull off if you don’t want to swallow it.”

I don’t stop what I’m doing, determined to experience this for at least once in my life.

“You going to swallow it, baby? Take all my cum down your throat? Fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking sexy.”

Then his cock jerks in my mouth, saltiness filling it as I attempt to swallow. I pull off, choking on the taste as I spit it on the bed next to us. I gag a few times, doing everything I can not to throw up.

He hands me a bottle of water. and I chug it.

“Fuck, that was hot, but I guess you didn’t like it?” he asks.

“No, I did, but I don’t think I like how it ends.”

He smirks. “Come here.”

I go into his arms willingly.

“You don’t have to swallow. I’m fine if you are a spitter.”

“Good. Did you like it?”

“Like it? Cami, dick sucking like that will have a man proposing to you. Like, I would marry you right now if you asked. You could make me fall in love with that mouth of yours.”

That has me beaming. I like that I could make him feel like that.

Then his words hit me.

Fall in love.

I think I want that. I want him to fall in love with me. I want to fall in love with him. If I’m being completely honest, I think I’ve already fallen.

I only hope he’s right next to me.

I’m on cloud nine.

I don’t think today could have started any better.

First, I got to wake up to a gorgeous woman who I am obsessed with sleeping soundly next to me.

Then I got to taste that sweet pussy, waking her up to an orgasm I hope she won’t ever forget.

Then that same sweet, wonderful woman that I am quickly falling in love with decides to do the one thing I never expected.

She gives me a blow job that makes me damn near forget my own name.

I know it was her first. I could tell by how hesitant she was.

Then she admitted it and asked for my assistance.

Knowing that I was her first has my chest puffed out.

I want to be all of her firsts, but I also intend to be her last too.

I want her.

I dropped her off five minutes ago, but I still have yet been able to get myself to start my bike and leave.

She has class today, but I’m barely holding myself back from going up there and making her take the day off.

We could spend it in her bed. I could eat that pussy over and over again until she can’t keep her eyes open.

I’m about to give in to the urge when my phone rings.

“Yeah?” I answer.

“I need you at the club. How soon can you be here?” Savage asks.

Fuck.

I look up at the building one more time, mentally saying goodbye to Cami.

“I’m at the college. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“I’ll be in my office.”

Shit. That doesn’t sound good.

I don’t rush back to the clubhouse. I take my time and arrive in thirteen minutes. When I step inside, I find the place desolate. Walking to the office, I step inside, closing the door behind me.

“You wanted to see me?” I say.

He nods to the chair across from his desk. I take a seat and wait for it.

“Biggy has lodged a complaint about you. Says that you are interfering with him getting club pussy. Wants you reprimanded for breaking club rules,” he starts.

I scoff. “I haven’t stopped him from getting any of the club girls here at the clubhouse. Now, I did stop him from touching my girl. Cami is mine, and I don’t give a fuck what he says. I won’t let him touch her.”

“He seems to think she is club property because she works for the club.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “None of the girls at the strip club are club girls. Not if they don’t want to be.

A few have come over here for parties and such, and that is their choice.

When they are at my strip club, though, they are my employees.

Not the club’s. They aren’t some plaything for the brothers to come in and harass.

If they want to spend money on them and take them to the back room, then that is up to the girl if they want that money, but there are no freebies.

No coming to the club and thinking they can just get with the girls because I employed them.

If you are looking for that from them, then I don’t think I’m right for this club anymore.

I refuse to force any of those women under my care to become club pussy. Especially Cami.”

Savage is quiet a moment. I think he might actually have lost his mind and agreed with this fucker.

Then he bursts out laughing as he claps. “Bravo. I want to hear that speech again. You sounded like a real leader there. I like it.”

I shake my head. “What the fuck, brother?”

“I had to see what you would say. I’m glad you didn’t disappoint.

Biggy is making waves. He did petition me to report you for breaking the rules, but I informed him that I agreed with you protecting our talent.

That club is starting to bring in some good, clean money.

It’s what we need to do to stay off the feds’ radar.

Besides, I like the idea that they are looking at the club like it is our illegitimate business when it’s not.

I won’t let some fucker from another chapter come here and try to change that. ”

“Well, he wants to be part of our chapter now,” I sneer.

“He does, but it’s not going to happen. Out of respect, we are giving him a shot, but he won’t get the votes.

We have to give him the full thirty days.

There are some rules we can break, but others we need to stick to.

Besides, I called Mist this morning. He isn’t keen on having Biggy back.

Seems he has been causing issues up there too.

It’s why he was sent on the run. He was told to straighten out his act or find somewhere to go.

If it doesn’t work with us, he is going to be exiled to nomad status,” Savage tells me.

I wish we could kill him and get it over with. The asshole is a shit stain on the Lotus name. He should have never been allowed into the club in the first place.

“I can see the look in your eye. Don’t do anything stupid. I informed him that Cami is off-limits as she is being pursued by another brother. He should leave her alone if he is serious about wanting a place here.”

“He’s not,” I spit out. “He won’t stay here as long as I am here.

He’s always had an issue with me. He probably went through how many chapters before he came here?

Why didn’t he try to join one of them? No, he chose to try to patch over here because he saw me.

We need to watch him. He’s up to no good. ”

Savage is thoughtful. “Do you think he is working against the club?”

I shake my head. “No, he loves this club. He’s working against me. I bet he was hoping you would reprimand me and take the strip club from me. He probably thinks he deserves to run it. He wants my title too. Or any title at all, really. That’s all he has ever wanted. Power.”

“So nothing I can bring up to the others to cut him out really. Keep an eye on him. I’ll tell the others to as well. Dex has already been monitoring him from afar, but nothing suspicious so far other than he is a little like a frat boy.”

I laugh. “That’s a great term for him. A little slimy douchebag who can’t take no for an answer. A frat boy.”

Savage laughs with me. “Stick it out for a couple more weeks. He will be gone soon enough. Maybe keep Cami away from him too. I’ve told him to stay out of your club if he can’t follow the rules, but you know I can’t ban him from there without just cause.”

“Happy is with her when I can’t be,” I tell him.

He nods. “Smart. Go ahead and head out.”

“Thanks.”

I stand, heading toward the door when Savage calls out, “Hey, Fang?”

“Yeah?” I turn and look at him.

“If he gives you a reason, take it without hesitation. I’ll have your back.”

I nod, understanding. Savage doesn’t like the guy either, but we have rules to follow. He just gave me the opening I needed to take care of things if it comes to it.

Let’s hope he moves on before it goes that far.