Cindersmellya

The last call comes blaring through on the P.A system. Shit, we have completely lost track of time! Okay, yes, I do recall hearing the DJ call for me earlier. If it sounded like his voice was underwater, drowned out by my lust, well right now the reality that it's 4 am and closing time is an earthquake, leveling everything in my brain.

"I have to go!" I say, a sharp departure from the moan only seconds ago was filling the air.

"Wait, give me your number!" Derek looks shocked, and I can tell he was as separated from reality as I was. "I have to have you again." His voice is a low growl that I feel all over my skin.

Frantically, I slide off my sticky thong and jot down my number quickly with a permanent marker that just happens to be in this room—my phone isn't with me because they don't allow those in the V.I.P. room.

"I was so wet when I had that on," I say as if that's the appropriate response to the wild evening we've just had. As I'm trying to run out, I see Derek sniff the soaked fabric.

"Oh, I'll remember your scent." Derek's voice has the power to make me wet all over again...as if there hasn't been a moment in his presence I wasn't drenched.

Fuck, that's when I whip out of the VIP room, and when I dash out the door, I realize I really just gave that guy my thong, so my bare ass is out. I stand on the floor, stupefied. I fucked a client and walked out of the VIP room after I gave him my bottoms and I missed final call. I missed my call to the stage. Fuck!

9

Derek

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this completely satisfied before. Strolling out of the VIP room, I can’t keep the smirk off my face. Sapphire was incredible. So much better than any woman I’ve ever been with in my life.

So hot, so sexy, a total wild thing coming apart in my hands.

Her screams of ecstasy are still ringing in my ears as I make my way across the club.

“Yo, Derek!”

I turn and find that a couple of my friends are still here, girls draped all over them.

“Dude, the place is about to close,” one of them calls. “Hope you got some.”

I grin, sure that it’s written all over my face. I got way more than any of those jokers, that’s for damn sure.

“Don’t you want to know.” I stop at the table, not really wanting to talk to anyone. Just wanting to keep reliving this night in my head over and over.

A stripper moves from my friend’s lap and walks toward me, her heavy-lidded eyes full of desire. She taps my chin with a manicured nail. “I can take care of you if you want to leave satisfied.”

I move awa

y from her, not even looking at her as I say, “More than satisfied, thanks.”

She pouts, and I look past her, tipping my chin at my boys as I turn to leave. “Catch you later.”

The cocktail waitress from earlier stops me as I’m almost to the door. “Anything else I can get for you tonight?” she purrs, her voice heavy with meaning.

I shake my head, pushing past her. “I’m good.”

More than good. I’m fucking great. Perfect, really. And for the first time I can remember—probably forever—I can’t get my mind off the woman I just fucked.

What the hell does that even mean? I don’t even know.

I step outside and walk to my limo, still parked right out front. Yet another perk of being a prince; no waiting around when I’m ready to go. Sinking into the leather seats, I tell my driver to take me home.

He looks a little surprised that I’m alone. But what the fuck am I going to do? Grab some slut and fuck her in the limo while I still have the smell of Sapphire all over me? Hell no. Even though I might've before. But after Sapphire? I can’t even.

Shit, she was so fucking wet, cumming all over me, that I’m sure my cock is coated in her scent. My cock twitches with the thought.

I shove my hand in my pocket and finger the lacy thong she gave me, a cocky grin spreading across my lips. The fact I got her number has me reeling.

What, you think I have a phone full of hot chicks at the ready? I could if I wanted to. But I don’t. It’s not fucking necessary. I don’t fuck the same pussy twice, and if I want to get some, all I have to do is step out my door. They’re always there begging, everywhere I go.