He was true to his word as he began to lap up my sweetness like a thirsty man. He licked until my legs began to shake and every word I said came out in a loud stutter.

Leaning back, he wiped his mouth with the back of his arm.  I laid there, bare and open to him as the room around me began to come back into focus.

“You’re so fucking hot when you come.”

He pushed his pants down and I knew what was about to happen. I didn’t want to freak out, and I wasn’t sure I was ready; I’d just never pictured my first time being on the desk in a nightclub, no matter how fancy it was.

He surprised me. Instead of pushing himself into me, he palmed his hardness and began to slowly jack off.

“I’m not going to fuck you here, but we can still have some fun.”

I leaned up on my elbows and gasped when he played with the head of his shaft, running it over my clit. He pressed his hardness against my slit, and my muscles clenched. Holding the length of his cock against me with his thumbs, he pumped his hips and groaned. It felt good—his rhythm—his hotness pressing against me over and over again. I could feel the rise coming, with each stroke of his cock, his tip rubbed against my bundle of nerves.

“I’m going to come all over that pretty, pink pussy.”

He grabbed my legs and pushed them together, cocooning his dick tightly in my slippery folds. Hugging my legs, he stared at me and began thrusting harder. The look in his eyes as he stared down at my naked flesh turned me on even more. I reached down and pushed his purple head against my clit as it poked through with each thrust, prompting him to move faster and faster, until I was sure I was going to break.

“Fuck, yes!” he threw his head back and I felt warmth seep onto my skin.

He continued to work himself, hips jerking, rubbing his hot release all over me. Watching him come undone pushed me over the edge. My body tensed and I screamed out a second orgasm.

When my legs fell open, he collapsed on top of me, head falling onto my stomach. Our breathing was loud and fast as I lost my fingers in his damp locks. My body hummed with the soft aftershocks of joy. I actually felt like purring.

Sixteen

Sebastian

Pressing my lips to the warm skin beside her belly button, I kissed her and lifted myself from her body. Snuggling wasn’t my thing, although, it was bit overwhelming how good it was to be with her—to feel her against me. It was better with her than any other woman, and we hadn’t even fucked yet.

I’d known from the first moment I laid eyes on her, she was going to be perfection… and she didn’t disappoint. The problem now was I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to be around her and hear her voice, all the fucking time. I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t know what it meant. I just knew everything about her was addicting, and it was too much for me.

“Come on. I’ll walk you to the car,” I said once we adjusted our clothes.

It was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn’t want her to leave. I wanted to take her to my apartment and spend the night between her legs, but that wasn’t a possibility.

I wasn’t going to break the rules, and having sex in my apartment was one of the rules. Vick was right. It was different with Jessica, but I had to stop it. I couldn’t allow it to be different—at least any more than it already was.

“I’ll see you soon,” Jessica smiled up at me, before climbing into the back of the car.

I nodded, and contained the grin pulling at my lips.

Under no circumstances was I going to turn into a weak fuck. I would never become one of those pathetic pussy-whipped men. She was not going to change me.

I watched her go until I couldn’t see the tail lights any more. Walking back inside, I headed over to the VIP section, where I spent the rest of the night getting fucked up with a few celebrity playboys.

For the next three days, I didn’t text or visit Jessica, even though it killed me. I buried myself in paperwork and meetings, and tried not to think about her. I could have met with another one of my girls, but I wasn’t feeling it. My balls were in a bunch, and my mind was a mess.

“You’ve been an asshole this week,” Vick said, tossing a stack of papers on my desk. “This girl has your dick twisted, Sebastian. I think she’s a bad idea.”

“Tell me how you really feel,” I responded without looking up.

“Whatever,” she spat on her way out the door.

She was right. I was turning into a fucking head case. The club was always my number one priority, but since I’d met Jessica, it had become an afterthought. I spent less time downstairs, and more time with her. The mountain of paper on my desk that hadn’t been done was proof of that.