Entice (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies 1)

The smoldering flame that comes into his eyes makes me wet instantly and I worry I may start leaking.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and a proud smile pulls at the corner of my lips.

He grows harder in my hands when I run my fingers lightly over his length, growing to life and filling my palms as I grip him. His thickness and perfection amazes me.

I lick him from base to tip, and his shaft strains upward in a thick curve. Pre-cum forms on the head and I take him into my mouth, deep inside so he can fill my mouth too. I swirl over the tip then rasp over his length in strokes that make him groan.

I start to work him, sucking hard and harder and he laces his fingers through my hair as I bob up and down his cock.

“Fucking hell Giselle, you’re so good at this. Fuck,” he groans, pressing me closer so I can continue to suck him.

The combo of his groans, the way he grabs my hair and my head, and what I’m doing to him, unlocks something inside me that wants to devour him. I take him deeper and suck harder.

I already know it’s too much. It’s too much for me too because I can already feel the tug of an orgasm, and he hasn’t even touched me more that the stroke of his finger over my skin.

It doesn’t take long before he winces, and his cock pulses inside my mouth. He starts pumping, holding my head with both hands so he can fuck my face. That just enhances the thrill racing through me.

He fucks my face and I work him harder, coaxing his release until one last pump sends a hot spray of cum to the back of my throat. He blows into me like a hurricane, and he tastes so damn good.

Like salt, man, sex and raw, carnal desire.

I take it all in and swallow, loving the feel of the warmth that coats my mouth.

He’s breathing hard and looking down at me with what can only be described as pure sinful need.

I’m breathing hard too and my breaths come quicker as he pulls out of my mouth and clamps a hand down on my arm to pull me up.

“My turn,” he informs me. That dominant voice tells me it’s indeed my turn to submit and obey. Allow him to own me as he takes back control from the reward he allowed me.

Chapter Eleven

Giselle

“Get on the bed and lie on your back,” he tells me and I do.

The cool, silky sheets caress my back as I lie against them. He hovers over me, his bright baby blue’s roving over me with appraisal.

“Good girl,” he husks. “Remember the safe word baby.”

“I remember.”

He gets on to the bed too and continued to just look at me. I always get this impression like he’s committing me to memory, and it’s easy to get lost in him just from that stare.

Is it wrong for me to want a man who will look at me like that forever?

Or, to feel like when he does he sees me and it’s okay to just be me? Like I’m enough.

He looked at me like that even before he knew who I was, and he never criticized.

In the lock of our gaze, my mind drifts to a place I don’t want it to. To Kirk. It wasn’t the fact that he called me boring that got me. It wasn’t that at all. That was just the tip of the iceberg that crushed me. There was more to it than that. It was the fact that he didn’t like me as a person. He didn’t love me and what made me, me. None of those very basic things mattered and yet I’m looking at Josh and seeing that those things, the things that make me who I am are what he wants.

If only for a little while. His eyes give him away too. I don’t know if he knows that.

He traces a finger over my lips and down my neck, then he lowers to press his lips over mine. Slow and thoughtful. That’s how we kiss, as if to spark pleasure from the very basis. As he continues to kiss me in this exploratory manner, like he’s tasting me I understand that’s what he’s doing.

He wants me to feel everything, so he’s heightening my senses to awaken the sensation I feel building in my core.

His lips leave my mouth and trace over my neck like a whisper. Warm, hot whispers caress my skin, persuading my nerve endings to spark and ignite with the heat that funnels up from my core.