Page 94 of The Price of Forever

By the time we made it to Gemstones, my body crackled with electric desire. It didn’t matter that I was already five orgasms deep for the day or that I was sure to get off again once we got home. I needed him completely. Fully. It seemed the only appropriate way to cap off what was growing between us.

And I couldn’t wait another second.

I booked the VIP room for Seven before I even hit the stage that night. I spent extra time doing my hair and makeup before my performance, thanks to our extended visit to the Highline. All I could see or think about was Seven. My heart pounded for him—the corniest yet truest thing. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to survive my entire shift without getting what I needed. What we both needed.

My outfit for the shift was high-waisted garter shorts with a low-cut mesh top. Perfect for my rigorous pole routine and for looking sexy. When I hit the stage, Seven was the first thing I looked for. Spotting that muscular, boxy frame in the shadows, every bit of his attention on me, provided a high I didn’t know I could experience. Not until Seven came along.

I moved and swung and danced for him. My entire body vibrated with anticipation once my set finished. I scooped up all the tips that lay scattered on the stage and chatted with a few men who stopped me on my path to Seven. I didn’t flirt as much as I normally would, not when I had a prime directive like this one. I made it over to Seven, and the way he raked his eyes over my body sent a shiver through me.

“You’ve got the first reservation tonight,” I told him, grabbing his hand. “Shall I lead the way?”

He didn’t resist, merely fell in step with me. “I’m assuming this is another one of those mysterious clients who cancelled?”

“How did you know?” I pushed open the door of the VIP room, strutting inside confidently. Once the door clicked shut behind us, muting the bass thump of the music from the club, I wrapped my arms around his big chest. With the stripper heels, I was much closer to his lips than normal.

“I can’t fucking wait another second,” I murmured, brushing my lips against his. “Seven, please. Put me out of my misery.”

He seemed equal parts confused and amused. “Misery?”

I pushed him. He didn’t budge, but he had the good sense to back toward the couch and sit down.

“I need you,” I said succinctly, resting my hands on his shoulders as I sank on top of him. I rolled my hips in a slow, meaningful circle on top of him, already finding the bulge of his cock waiting to greet my clit. I whimpered as I felt the hot friction where I needed it most. “We have all the time we need right now. Let me sit on it.”

His big hands scorched a path up the back of my thighs, over my bare ass cheeks. He squeezed hard and then said, “And you think here is the best place to do it?”

I rubbed against him more desperately, eager to show him how serious this was. “I can’t wait anymore. Seven, please. I’m begging you.”

An evil smile tugged at his lips. “You look so fucking hot when you beg.”

My insides turned to mush. I nuzzled his neck, biting gently before I moved to his full bottom lip. I sucked at it, which morphed into deep, desperate kisses that had me grinding against him with abandon.

I was liable to orgasm—number six—from that friction alone, but I wasn’t here just to get off. I wanted to make his cock disappear, goddammit.

I ripped myself away from him, even though every cell in my body rejected the decision. Clambering off him, I undid the garter belt straps around my thighs, since I knew they might snap from the upcoming exertion. Seven watched me with a drugged look on his face. But he didn’t make a single move.

To show how serious I was, I slipped my mesh top off, exposing my breasts. His eyes went hooded.

“Come on,” I pleaded.

He wet his bottom lip, pressing the heel of his palm over the straining bulge of his pants. Then he said, “Jordan. Be real. I don’t have any condoms with me.”

In my crazed state, I hadn’t even thought of that. It had barely registered as a concern with how solid and real Seven was.

“I don’t fucking care,” I breathed out, barely above a whisper. “I’ve had an IUD in since I was seventeen. We’re safe.” Then I slipped out of my shorts, tossing them to join my top.

His throat bobbed, and he cocked his head, raking his gaze over me in a way that felt almost dangerous. Like I’d unlocked a new level.

“Come here.” He unbuckled his belt, making quick work of the zipper until slate gray boxer briefs were revealed, the ridge of his cock straining beneath. He pushed down the waistband of his underwear, finally revealing the cock I’d been fantasizing about.

Whatever I’d expected from him, the reality was ten times better. And larger. He fisted the base of his cock, waving it slightly at me, grinning with a look that said I told you so.

I’d drifted back to him, straddling him without even realizing it. My hand met hot, silky skin encasing what I then realized was the world’s hardest, largest cock. My thumb and middle finger didn’t even meet as I attempted to wrap my hand around his erection.

“Seven,” I breathed. I squeezed my fingers tighter, trying to close that gap around his monster cock. I couldn’t. He groaned softly, shifting his hips.

“You still want to do this?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Fuck yes,” I answered without hesitation. But then I paused. “You are…really big.”

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