My knees were so weak I had to rest against him, desperate for his warmth.
I had never gone home with anyone from the club. I’d never even been tempted.
But with Luc, I just accepted it without protest. My mouth was tingling from his kisses, my clit still throbbing and wanting more stimulation, and I’d completely forgone not just logic, but all else as well. The only thing I could think of was him fucking me in his hotel room, and my hand went down his body, over his abs to brush against his throbbing member.
Our two minds must have been linked, because in perfect unison with my touch, his hand came down to rub over that triangle of black, damp thong. He rubbed at my moist cunny through it until his man came back, the two of us wrapped up in the moment.
“Very good,” Luc said as he looked back and found his man holding what must have been a lavishly expensive fur coat. Long and exquisite. He took it in his hands and put it around me. It was long, draped al
l the way down to my calves and was so warm, too warm for how hot I felt right then.
“Come along,” he offered his arm to me as he instructed. “Anything you leave behind can be easily replaced when we get the time,” he said.
I grabbed for my purse, but abandoned my leather rhinestone skirt and top, oblivious to everything but him. His touch. I just wanted to be naked, then and there, and the fact that I had to wait was driving me mental.
Though the fact that with every step, I was a little bit closer to finally seeing his cock, did make it a bit better. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted it. My hormones were going crazy, and all I could think about was his fucking me.
But something made me think that even when we got back to the hotel, he’d make me wait.
He knew how bad I wanted it, and if he was going to punish me, it wouldn’t be by fucking me the second we crossed the threshold.
I’d seen strippers do the walk of shame, slip out of the building with a high paying client for obscene amounts of cash. But there I was, strutting through the heart of the club upon Luc’s arm, letting him escort me through shamelessly.
His shiny, black vehicle awaited, and his chauffeur opened the door. Another large, well dressed thug-like man.
Luc let me in first, but the moment we were both on the back seat together, his hands returned to my flesh. They slipped inside the coat to find my sweltering skin, fondly my breasts as he kissed me.
I wanted so badly to be back in his lap, but I knew there was no way he’d stand for that. I was moving out of my territory and into his, and I wasn’t sure I knew what that meant. The club was safety for me, it was a secure home.
And I was taking a big risk, making out with a criminal, and wanting more than anything to feel his raw cock enter my pussy.
His fingers served as a temporary replacement after they slid down over my bare stomach, then snaked in beneath my moist panties to tease those puffy, wet folds of mine. He had such a masterful touch, and he teased and excited me so expertly, circling my clit and making it feel oh so good.
Though it wasn’t long before we were there, and we had to pull ourselves apart as his guard waited outside the door for us to finish.
“I know you want to be a good girl,” he said, plucking his slick fingers from my cunny, glistening with my moisture. “But you just can’t help it tonight, can you?” he said, licking his digits to taste my flavour and savour it so lewdly, right before offering what was left to me.
My mouth dropped open as he licked his fingers, only to be presented with them.
I’d never been a particularly kinky girl, stripper or no, and tasting myself from his fingers was pretty high up there on my list of things I wouldn’t think I was into.
But my mouth captured his digits and suckled him free of that sweet honey, even as my heart raced.
“I’ve never been bad,” I said, the taste of my own cunny lingering upon my tongue.
“I believe it. You taste so sweet and delicious after all,” he said to me with such fond sincerity. He gave the signal and the door opened, leaving him just enough time to do up the fur coat again.
Luc got out and helped me out next, my heels clicking upon the pavement in front of the ritziest hotel in the city. After that it was all so dizzying, the lights and glamour of that expensive place, the staff eager to be of help to Luc and I, but were kept at bay by the glowering guards.
He claimed an elevator just for us, and his guard shooed off another man before inserting a key to take us to a private level.
The moment that was done though, Luc was upon me again, opening my coat and putting his arm in around my bare waist as he kissed me. That guard of his not daring to look our way as Luc’s lips went to my neck, nibbling and suckling.
I know, it’s strange that I dance, naked, for a crowded room of strangers and that I’d feel embarrassed with some PDA, but it was more what he was making me feel. On stage, I might feel excited, or powerful, but when Luc’s lips pressed against my throat it was like the lewdest and most sensual thoughts in the world were visible to all.
I couldn’t hide my moan, the way I was gulping for breath, how flushed my skin was.
That elevator ride was agonizingly long and short all at once, it was titillating and embarrassing having Luc experience me like he did so lewdly. Yet I didn’t want it to end, but end it did when we got to his room. A lavish suite that looked like it must’ve taken up most of the floor all by itself.