“Okay,” is all I can manage, the breath caught in my throat, and lust coursing through my veins.
Even his voice is sexier than I expected. Heading toward the voice that pointed out a private room, I walk into the fanciest private area I’ve ever seen in a club. Like the public areas, there is a dim and red lighting effect, and there are plush red sofas with gold accents. But the amount of gold décor and marble flooring elevates this place above every other area of the night club.
“Have a seat,” I say in my seductive tone, my mind and body getting into full character as I prepare to begin my work. Yes, he’s sexy, but I’m a professional and this is what I do.
“Cool,” he sighs, flopping down on the sofa as I set the large stack of money Chase handed me upon their arrival.
Carter is sitting with his legs spread, his bulging member on full display as he leans back, his left arm fully extended on the headrest of the sofa.
“You gonna dance?” He lifts one eyebrow and his lips curl into a smirk so sexy, so mischievous, I have to look away to maintain my composure.
“Is that what you want?” I sway my hips, moving closer to him before spinning to show my backside, which is barely covered in lace.
“It depends. How does this work? Can I touch you?” He tilts his head as if he’s studying me.
“You can do whatever you like,” I say over my shoulder, and I can literally see his eyes darken as he licks those full lips.
“You can dance then,” he leans forward, gripping my hip again, my body heating to his touch. “Just make sure it ends with my cumming all over you.”
Oh, God. My thighs press together to appease my needy pussy, desperate for some attention with all of this arousal happening. My nipples are poking through the lace fabric containing them, and every hair on my body is standing, my hormones on high alert.
“I can handle that,” I manage to actually sound sexy before moving to stand before him. As always, I spend an awkwardly long period just standing, looking into his eyes with every ounce of seduction I have, willing him to let me past his hard shell. All men have it, it’s their cock’s common sense, and until you can break through it, you’ll never be able to penetrate their mind.
Your body can only do so much, the art of seduction is more about the mind, a long mental game, and my chest is heaving as I try to break through Carter’s inhibitions. When he bites his bottom lip, his eyes roam over my body, pausing at my large perky breasts and then again between my legs. He has to be curious what it would feel like to find himself buried in a greedy, wet pussy, and I’ve got one begging for him.
When his eyes begin to roam back up my body, I move my hands to my breasts, and once he’s watched me massage myself, his lustful eyes travel back to my slender face, landing on my own. Turning around, I peak over my shoulder, watching him take in my backside, in all its lace filled glory. I’m creaming by the time his hand drifts down to his cock, wrapping around to squeeze what looks to be a thick shaft.
Bending over, I poke my ass back, rocking side to side in a slow motion. He’s lost in my dancing, so he doesn’t even notice my watching as he follows my every movement, his hand slowly, and subtly stroking his growing erection.
Dropping to my knees, I continue moving my body seductively, imagining his hard body beneath me as I ride him into an orgasm. My body is twirling to the rhythm of the music, my hands in my hair as my back arches while my hips move back and forward in a wave like motion.
When I look back to him, he’s scooted to the edge of his seat, his jaw clenched as he watches me. Honestly, I’d completely forgotten he was there, a little lost to my own pleasure as I moved to the rhythm.
Now back on my feet, I dance in front of him, my body swaying and twisting, his eyes roaming over me like a hungry animal. I begin massaging my large breasts, his eyes glued to me. First he focuses on the massage, but then his eyes drift up to mine, and I lock onto his deep blue eyes. Entranced by this stare down, my body moves for him, bends for him, and grows even more aroused every time he looks to be pleased with my dancing.
His hand is back on his cock, his bulge even bigger, and I want to see more. I want to see him, feel him, and taste him. Without words, he’s seduced me, intoxicated me with his bravado, and I know I’m having an effect on him as well. I can sense his desire for me, his need for a release, but I’m determined to extend this as long as possible.
Continuing with the winding of my hips and waving of my belly, I move my hands to my bra straps, first moving one down, and then dancing as he watches, waiting. I know he wants to see me remove my bra altogether, but I’m going to make him wait. I want him to mentally beg me for everything he’s going to get. I can understand that a man of his stature and sexiness isn’t going to outright ask for anything, but I know what a man wants before he can even open his mouth.
Slowly, I move to the other bra strap, tracing the outline as I delay moving the lace down my arm, the delicate fabric titillating my overly sensitive skin. Just as the fabric is about to fall, the anticipation and excitement is evident on his face and in his eyes, and I pause. Pushing my breasts together with my biceps, I hold the thin fabric in place, just before it can fall to expose my small pink nipples.
“Do you mind?” I ask in a soft voice.
“Do I mind what?” He furrows his brows together, seemingly confused by my halt.
“If I let them out,” I raise my eyebrows as if he should know what I'm asking.
“What do you think?” He runs his thick pink tongue across his bottom lips and I have to bite my bottom lip as I swallow slowly from his commanding voice.
He doesn’t need to answer, and neither do I, well at least not with words. Moving my arms, I allow the lace to fold over, my heavy breasts falling before bouncing up. I can see his jaw tense, as his hand wraps around his now well-defined imprint. He’s packing, and I know I’ve got to see it.
“Come here,” he orders, and my body instantly follows his command, leaning over him. Running the flat of his tongue over my erect nipple, he takes the aroused skin between his teeth and tugs with just the right amount of pressure.
“Ahh!” I shriek in a shocked pleasure. He sucks my nipple hard—really hard—and I feel an orgasm beginning to build within me. When he finally releases me, I look on in a combination of disbelief and disappointed, having wanted him to continue.
“I had to taste them. They’re the prettiest set I’ve ever seen,” he says, massaging my other breast with his large hand.
“Well, now she’s jealous,” I whine, moving that neglected breast to his mouth. He pauses as if he may deny me, but then, he takes my nipple in his mouth, his eyes still trained on me, and he sucks me until my eyes clench closed. With his teeth, he teases me, this time much gentler, and then he lands a brisk kiss on the end of my shard of glass sharp nipple, his eyebrow raising as he finishes.