Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
And then I take him in as deep as I can manage, sealing my hands against my lips, moving them with my mouth and creating the illusion that I’ve taken him much deeper. And as far as I can tell, it works. Julian groans, leaning harder against the wall, and I take great pride in the fact that I’m making him weak in the knees. I set up a steady rhythm, taking him over and over again, letting his pleasure build until I can hear him gasping. “Libby. Fuck.”
I move faster, and I feel his cock jerk. I want him to come. I want him to know that I’m the one who got him off. In the same way I’m going to be thinking about his cum in my mouth, he’s going to be thinking about coming in my mouth. I swirl my tongue over him ruthlessly, never stopping to let the sensation subside, and he tells me, voice more growl than speech, “Libby, I’m coming.”
He floods my mouth, thick and hot, and I swallow him, just like he wanted me to. Julian thrusts into my mouth, every thrust giving me more until it’s all I can taste. I don’t let any escape, and he practically collapses when he’s finished. “You’re too fucking good at that.”
I stand up, leaving his cock out in the open. “I know. And you’re going to be thinking about it all night while you watch me dance.”
Julian’s jaw goes tight and I see the hungry lust in his eyes that makes my breasts tighten and butterflies take up residence in my stomach. “Yes, I will,” he says.
Giving him a smirk, I lick my lips before walking away, making sure he saw me do it. Let him sit with that image. I shiver. By the time I’m done with my shift, we’re both going to be out of our minds. I hope we can make it upstairs to whatever room he has picked out. His eyes follow me all the way across the club until I disappear into the locker room.
I never lose sight of Julian. He moves around the club throughout the night but he never takes his eyes off me. I never take my eyes off him either. I love the taste of him in my mouth as he watches me, knowing what happened, knowing what’s coming. I love that the crowd looks at me and thinks the little naughty glimpses of my underwear I give are for them, when they’re all for him. I love the feeling of being watched by him, like being set on fire and watched burn. I’m being consumed, and I like it. The whole night takes forever and at the same time races by, and when my cage lowers for the last time, it’s Julian who’s controlling it.
My replacement slips into the cage, and he watches it to make sure it lifts to the right height, and then nods to me. I follow him, across the club to the elevator that leads to the VIP floor and beyond. I’ve never been up there, have never had a reason to go until now. Julian stands across from me in the elevator, as far away from me as he can be from me physically, but devouring me with his eyes.
“If I touch you now,” he says, “we won’t leave the elevator.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I breathe.
A slow, sexy smile, “No. But as the owner of the club, I realize that other people might need to use it. And I plan on taking more time than would be comfortable in an elevator.”
It stops on the fifth floor, and I follow him down a hallway that looks shockingly like a hotel with plush carpet and warm lighting. He leads me all the way to the end, the very last door, and waves a keycard in front of the lock. Inside is one of the most gorgeous rooms I’ve ever seen. It’s light like his office, white walls and carpet with a wall of windows looking out over Phoenix. And in the center is an absolutely massive bed. I think the only bed I’ve ever seen that’s bigger is the one in the orgy room downstairs. There’s a fireplace against one wall, and a bar next to it. If I didn’t know what we were about to do, I would think this is the perfect place to relax and have a drink.
Julian comes behind me, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor, pooling around my feet. He kisses my neck, leaving goosebumps on my skin, and his hands skim up my hips to cup my breasts. “I saw these hard for me,” he says softly, rolling them between his thumb and finger.
I didn’t wear a bra under my costume, hoping he would notice just that. “Are there things that were hard for me?”