Spread (Club Deep #2)

I shiver, the carnal promise in his words leaving no doubt that that’s exactly what’s going to happen. Take me upstairs. With him. Overnight.

There are private rooms upstairs for those with the money to pay for them, but we’ve never used one. We’ve never spent the night together. This would be a first, and we both know it. He’s putting it out there as a test, to see if I want this and if I’ll say yes. Those crystal eyes stare into mine, and dammit, I do want it. I want to do everything he said, I want to feel dirty and sexy, having the taste of his cum in my mouth. I want to make him feel good, knowing that he’ll more than return the favor.

My pussy is practically dripping now, ready to fuck, and I know that I can’t wear a skirt up into the cage. I’m going to be turned on all night, and if I wear one I’m going to drip onto the crowd below. I don’t say anything to Julian, because if he knew, he might want exactly that. Hell, I might want that, but I know I’m not ready. Not yet.

Like he senses that I’ve agreed, he starts to undo his belt, and I sink to my knees, finishing it for him. His cock is already hard, and I run my hands up and down his length, savoring the feeling of his arousal. Julian braces himself on the wall above my head, and I glance upward just in time to watch him close his eyes as I put my mouth on him. His groan fades into the noise of the club, the music and the other sounds of public sex.

He’s so turned on that he’s already halfway there, and I can already taste that deep salt that I’ve learned to love over the past few weeks. Using my tongue, I circle the head of him, getting the feel, relearning the tiny points that make him tense up and his cock twitch. I use my hands to circle him, stroking him up and down. He’s way too thick for me to take all of him, but I try for as much as I can, letting him fill my mouth. And with him between my lips, I do exactly what he asked me to: I suck his cock like a good little dancer.

Bobbing my head up and down, sucking and kissing his skin has him moaning, even though I’m the only one who can hear it. His hips move in shallow thrusts, the kind where I know he’s barely controlling himself, and I hum with pleasure. Anyone could look over here right now and see the owner of Club Deep getting sucked off by a dancer, and a stab of heat goes through me and dammit, I’m suddenly wetter than I was before. I don’t want for him to be right, but doing this to him in full view of the club is fucking turning me on, and if I didn’t have a shift to do, I know that I’d let him fuck me right here against the wall for people to watch.

I lower my mouth to the base of his cock, kissing the skin there before teasing his balls with my tongue. Julian’s fingers find my hair and I smile. He’s close. I run my tongue up the underside of his shaft, savoring the smooth hardness of him and stopping to lick the underside of his head just the way he likes it—quick, fluttering strokes that make his breath go short and his hands shake.

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.”