The music changed then and I recognized the song as being one of Barry White’s. I groaned as his deep voice filled the air, and unconsciously, my body started moving on his lap. My h*ps slowly started moving back and forth as I gyrated on his lap. I groaned every time I felt his c**k rub against my pussy. Even though we were both wearing clothes, I could feel him just as well as if we were na**d. My panties grew moist at the thought of rubbing up against him na**d.
How would it feel to have his hardness up against me, teasing every fiber of me, pushing and tantalizing me, trying to gain entrance to me? I started moving back and forth on him even faster, guided by the smooth, sexy tones of the music and my own images. His fingers slipped under my shirt and traced their way up my stomach and to my bra. They were firm and soft at the same time and left a trail of fire on my skin as they deftly unclasped my bra. I gasped as I felt his fingers gently cup my br**sts and then roll my na**d nipples. The coolness of his touch against my fevered skin caused me to jump slightly, and I heard him groan behind me as I came down hard on his cock.
“What are you doing to me?” he groaned into my hair as his fingers continued to tease me. I ran my fingers along the side of his thighs and continued my movements, not wanting to think about anything other than this moment.
I then felt his right hand slide back down my stomach and stop right underneath my belly button, and my body stilled as I waited to see what he was going to do next. I didn’t have to wait long.
His hand continued its descent and his fingers slid down the front of my pants until his hand was firmly wedged between my legs, and his fingers lightly rubbed me. I groaned then, a loud, unsatisfied lustful sound. I wanted to feel his fingers next to me. It wasn’t enough to feel them lightly through my pants, not with the gentle strokes he was providing.
I increased my pace on his lap then, moving quickly and roughly against his c**k and squeezing my legs together so that I could feel his fingers harder against me. He laughed softly behind me, and his hands moved to my waist again and turned me around so that I was straddling him.
“What?” I moaned and slowly opened my eyes to look at him. He was staring at me with a darkened gaze, his lips curled up and his eyes masked with some emotion I didn’t know.
“So you’re ready to give me my lap dance now?” He smiled at me then, a deep smile, and his eyes lit up as if they were laughing at some hilarious joke.
“What’s so funny?” I mumbled, my body feeling bereft as clouds of doubt seeped into my brain.
“For someone so vocally against f**king and what I want to do to you, you certainly surprised me.”
“I’m not against f**king.” I leaned forward and bit his lower lip hard. “In fact, I quite enjoy f**king.” I shifted in my lap so that I was sitting directly on his erection. “I just don’t like being used.”
“I’m not using you.” He shook his head and his hands grasped my h*ps and started moving them back and forth. “In fact, I gave you a job.”
“I don’t even know what the job is.”
“Do you really want to know?”
“I want to know if Brandon Hastings is bad news,” I whispered into his ear while lightly nibbling on his earlobe.
“If I tell you that Brandon is bad news, you’ll think I’m bad news as well.”
“Well, aren’t you?” I kissed down his neck and shivered as his hand pushed my butt hard against him. “But to answer your question, yes, if you tell me that Brandon is bad news, I will also assume that you are bad news.”
“Well, I guess I should be honest.” He chuckled, but there was no humor in his tone.
His hands ran up my back, and I leaned forward to kiss him. His lips tasted salty, and I kissed them eagerly, wanting to taste him again before he told me the truth. My tongue eagerly sought entry into his mouth and he sucked on it eagerly as I moved back and forth on his lap, building up the pressure in my pussy.
I knew that I should sit back and hear what he had to say, but I was scared. I wanted to experience this moment before he told me the truth and I had to leave. Because I would leave. I wasn’t a sadist. At least that was what I tried to tell myself.
Greyson kissed me like a professional. His lips and teeth and tongue were all consuming. I couldn’t think about anything but the pressure of his lips on mine and the sweet pleasure that ran through me as he sucked and nibbled on my tongue. He was so good that I didn’t realize that he had successfully pulled my top and bra off until I felt my na**d br**sts pressed against his chest.
“Oh,” I moaned against his lips as I felt his fingers kneading into my na**d back and my ni**les pressed against the soft cotton of his shirt. My fingers quickly reached for his buttons and opened his shirt up. I wanted to feel my skin against his skin. I wanted to feel the light spattering of his chest hair against my nipples, teasing them gently as his fingers kneaded into me roughly and his tongue explored my mouth.
“To answer your question, Meg,” he muttered before bending his head down to my breasts. His eyes looked up at me and I stared at him wordlessly. “To answer your question, I would say if Brandon is bad news, then I am even worse news.” His eyes were dark and his words were bold. I stared at him for a moment, about to ask him what he meant, but then his lips reached down and took my nipple in his mouth and I was taken on a new journey.
His teeth weren’t gentle as they bit down on my nipple, and I cried out as he bit and sucked and then sucked and bit. My hands found their way to the top of his head and my fingers played with his silky tresses as I leaned back. His mouth changed from one breast to another, and as his teeth bit down on my other nipple, I felt a small orgasm building up in my body.
I groaned as he continued sucking and his fingers slid down my back and in between my ass. This time, he wasn’t hesitant or gentle with his fingers. His hands slid roughly between my legs with the simple intent of rubbing me and bringing me pleasure as he suckled on my breasts. I moaned and my head fell back as his fingers found my spot and continued to rub me as his lips and teeth took possession of me.
The orgasm that had been building in me reached its peak and I felt my body trembling on top of him as I cl**axed. I shifted uncomfortably in his lap, self-conscious about what had just happened, and I noticed that he was smiling at me.
“What?” I tried to wriggle off of his lap, but his hands remained firm on me.
“I didn’t expect you to come.” He laughed and his fingers moved up to play with my breasts.
“You were teasing me.”
“Through your clothes.”
“My br**sts aren’t covered.”
“You didn’t say no.”
“I didn’t complain.” I shrugged, hoping he couldn’t see my burning face. “I got mine.”
“You sound like a guy.”
“So?” I shifted in his lap again, trying to get off of him. His c**k was still resting against my pussy, and all I wanted was to feel him inside of me. The orgasm I had experienced was only the beginning of the fireworks that my body wanted to experience.
“I want you.” He kissed my lips. “I want to tear your pants off and I want you to ride me. I want you to ride me hard and fast and press your br**sts in my face. I want to suck on your ni**les as you bounce up and down on my hard c**k and then I want to flip you over and f**k you from behind. I want to f**k you so hard that you’ll be screaming my name out, begging me for mercy. And then I want you to get down on your knees and suck me off until I’m moments from coming. Then you’ll get back on my lap and ride me slowly and we’ll both experience the best orgasms of our lives.”
I stared at him, unblinking and silent. My heart was racing with anticipation and my fingers were unconsciously gripping his arms. His words had turned me on and I waited patiently for him to undo my pants. I wasn’t going to say no. I knew that I should say no, but I wasn’t going to. I didn’t want to. I wanted him badly. I had wanted him from the moment I had seen him.
A voice was screaming at me, but I couldn’t move. I’d always been the responsible one, the wait-until-you’re-in-a relationship-and-in-love girl. But that had been boring, and it hadn’t gotten me anywhere. I’d never had one night of unbridled passion. My pu**y had never ached for a c**k the way it was aching for Greyson’s c**k right now. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to feel how big he was, how deep he could go. I wanted to make him forget his own name. I wanted him to make me forget everything.
I waited patiently for his fingers to move to the top of my pants. I wasn’t going to say no. I didn’t care how bad he was. Not in this moment. Not when my body felt like this.
“Okay, you passed the test.” Greyson’s voice was soft, and I stared at him in confusion as he lifted me up and placed me on the couch next to him.
“Huh?” I mumbled, slightly dazed and very confused.
“While you technically didn’t give me a lap dance, the way you moved your h*ps showed me that you could give a good one.”
“But, I thought...” I mumbled, angry at myself for feeling disappointed.
“You thought I was going to f**k you?” This time he was standing in front of me and looking down. His eyes looked hawkish and his body seemed overpowering as he stood in front of me, tall and strong.
“I, uh,...” I looked around for my bra, not wanting to sit there partially na**d in front of him anymore.
“I told you that I won’t f**k you until you beg me for it.” His fingers reached down and traced a line from my cheek to my trembling lips.
“You’re a—” I started, but he pushed his finger into my mouth to stop me from continuing.
“Shh.” He shook his head. “Or it will be something much larger than my finger in your mouth.”
“You wish.” I pushed his finger out of my mouth.
“No, Meg. I think you do.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it to the front of his pants. “You see what you did to me, Meg, with your teasing and grinding. I’m aching to be sucked off by you. But not until you’re ready. Really ready.”
“Whatever.” I squeezed his c**k gently and quickly unzipped his pants before slipping my fingers into his boxer shorts and grasping his c**k in my fingers. I smiled to myself as I felt his sharp intake of breath. I allowed my fingers to run down the full length of his hard cock, and I shifted in my seat as I started feeling turned on again.
He was big, long, and thick, and I swallowed hard as I imagined him inside of me. I reached the tip of his c**k and squeezed gently. He groaned again and I let my fingertips caress him as they grew wet with his pre-cum. I ran my fingers down to his balls and squeezed them a few times before allowing my nails to trace down him again. Then I removed my fingers from his pants and zipped him up again.
I stood up and stared at him. This time it was his eyes that were dazed, and I could hear that his breathing was now uneven.
“I guess it’s time for my next test.” I smiled at him sweetly while gently pressing my br**sts against his chest. “Thanks for making this one so enjoyable.” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and then grabbed my bra and put it on quickly.
“You’re not what you seem, are you?” Greyson’s voice was deep, and I could hear a hint of surprise.
“You’re not the only one who’s not transparent.” I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on before walking quickly to the door. My heart was beating fast and my legs were trembling with fear. I was scared that he would come and stop me.
I knew that if he touched me again, it would be all over. I would be begging him. My panties were moist and my ni**les were on high alert. My body was calling out for his touch. But I didn’t want him to know. I wanted him to think that I couldn’t care less. I wanted him to beg me.
“You don’t want to play with me, Meg.” His voice was soft. “And you don’t want to doubt your gut instincts about me. What you first thought was correct. I’m not the sort of guy you want to play with. I know what I want and I take it. No questions and no regrets. I’m not the bad boy turned good. I’m just me. You don’t want to forget that.”
“I won’t,” I whispered back to him.
“If you’re here to get answers for your friend Katie, then you’re not going to be very lucky. If you want to be a good friend, I’d leave now. I’d leave while you still have your dignity intact.”
I opened the door slowly and was about to walk out when I heard him speak again.
“I’d leave and I’d go and tell your friend to get as far away from Brandon Hastings as possible. Because yes, he’s bad news. He’s very bad news.”
I walked out of the door and then ran to the bathroom. I walked quickly to the sinks and splashed water on my face. I smoothed my hands over my hair and took a deep breath. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and studied my face to see if I looked different. I certainly felt different. My body felt more alive and my brain was buzzing with adrenaline. Then I heard a sound and froze.
“Hello?” I called out, and a door opened behind me.
“Meg?” Nancy’s voice called out to me and she stepped out of a stall. Her eyes looked bloodshot, and I could tell she had been crying.
“Are you okay?” I walked over to her quickly, concerned.
“I’m fine.” She nodded and rubbed her eyes. “It’s hard being here.”
“Did you find out anything?”
“No,” she sighed. “Not really, though Frank said he recognized me.”
“He did?”
“Well, he said I looked familiar. Asked if I had a sister or relative that used to work at the club.”