Before I Die
“Is that what you want, Angel? You want her to come over here and dance just for you?”
I swallow thickly, imagining her dancing close to me. Would she touch me? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. “Maybe,” I whisper.
The show ends and the woman disappears behind the curtain. I notice for the first time my blueberry martini is here, so I take a large sip of it. Blaire and Victor and Ethan talk about the club and how Ethan has been friends with the owner, Benjamin, for years. When Naomi comes over to refill everyone’s drinks, Ethan says something to her I can’t hear. She nods and walks away.
“I can’t believe you’re here, Nevaeh,” Blaire says. “Have you checked off any other items on your list?”
“Ethan taught me how to play cards,” I tell her through a smile as I remember our time at the casino, in the surveillance room, where he gave me an earth-shattering orgasm.
The thought must make me outwardly blush, because Blaire laughs and says, “I have a feeling that’s not the only thing he’s taught you.”
Ethan laughs, and I blush harder.
Before I can confirm or deny, a new song starts up and the lights dim down lower. I turn my attention to the stage, but quickly realize the dancer—Christy—isn’t on the stage, but standing right in front of me.
She’s wearing black, lacy shorty-shorts and heels, and is topless, with glittery stars covering her nipples. She smiles at me, and I swallow thickly, wondering what Ethan has done.
I don’t have to wait long to find out, though. Christy raises her arms and seductively sways her hips from side to side. Blaire giggles from her seat, while I watch her dance with rapt attention, my eyes never straying from her. I wonder why I’m so attracted to her. I’ve never felt a pull toward a woman before. But then I realize it’s not that I’m attracted to a woman per se. I’m attracted to how graceful and seductive she is. She drips sensuality and confidence. She’s a gorgeous woman who is comfortable in her own skin and I want that for myself. I want to be comfortable with my body, with my life, with myself.
When she uses the arm of the love seat to support her and her legs straddle my own, I glance over at Ethan, who isn’t looking at the dancer, but at me. His eyes are blazing with want—for me—and I squirm in my seat, wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Ethan chuckles, then, turning my face to him, claims my mouth. His tongue slips through my parted lips, and I moan against his mouth. His hands cup the sides of my face, as he deepens the kiss. Forgetting about the woman dancing for me, I focus all my attention on Ethan. And before I know what I’m doing, I’m scrambling into his lap, my legs straddling either side of him. My fingers thread into his hair as I kiss him passionately. My center rubs friction against the bulge in his pants, and we both groan into each other’s mouths at the same time. The dancer is long forgotten as Ethan breaks our kiss and, gripping my hips tightly, licks up my throat.
“Hold on,” he growls, lifting me as he stands. I have no clue where he’s taking me, and I don’t pay attention. Instead I pepper kisses all over his stubbled jaw, nibble on his earlobe, and suckle on the side of his neck.
He sets me down on a counter, and when I look around I realize we’re in the bathroom. It’s as beautiful and upscale as the rest of the club. Ethan pulls my pants and underwear down my thighs and spreads my legs as far as they can go. He licks up my center a couple times before he devours my pussy—eating me until I’m screaming his name as my climax racks my entire body.
When I’ve come down from my high, I glance down at Ethan, whose eyes are glossed over with lust. “My turn,” I say, reaching for his dick. He laughs, but doesn’t stop me, as I jump off the counter and kneel in front of him, pleasuring him the same way he just pleasured me. When he’s ready to come, he warns me, but unlike last time, I don’t stop, instead taking everything he has to give. And my God, does he give…
Once we’re both satiated, we clean up and head back out to the main area. Blaire gives me a knowing look, and my cheeks heat up, but thankfully, she doesn’t say or ask anything. I’m sure she’s saving it for our girls’ day, where she’ll be grilling me like crazy.
After watching another couple dances and drinking a few more drinks, we say goodbye to Christy and Naomi, then head out. Blaire gives me a warm hug, making me promise, now that she knows where I am and who I’m with, not to keep her in the dark. With the promise to call her soon, we part ways, and Ethan and I head home.