Page 40 of The Club

I move my hands to his waistband and unbutton it. His hands fist at his sides as I glide the zipper down. He’s not wearing underwear. His engorged cock, huge and hard and fucking beautiful, springs out. It juts upward, its heavy veins and flared tip painted with the club’s red light.

I’m shivering, salivating, aching. I lower my head and take him into my mouth. His hips jack upward, driving that hard cock into my throat. I gag and moan and dig my fingers into his tense thighs. My confined dick throbs inside the cage. My balls are so swollen they feel like they’ll burst.

I draw up and down his shaft, desperate for whatever pleasure I can get. Dominic’s thighs tremble. His cock leaks in my mouth.

I draw back to his tip, lathing it with my tongue, lapping at the slit, then sucking hard. His fingers curl in my hair, pulling me up. I meet his gaze. His eyes are dark and hungry, but there’s something more in them. Fear. Vulnerability.

I don’t need to ask to know that he’s never done anything like this in public.

I plant my hands on the edge of the couch, lifting myself toward his mouth. His grip moves to the back of my head. His other hand grabs my waistband. We meet in a hungry, desperate, brutal kiss.

My split lip starts to bleed. He licks it then sweeps his tongue into my mouth, adding a coppery bite to the kiss.

His hand on my waistband starts opening my pants. We both break the kiss, gasping, when his hand finds the cage. His fingers explore my swollen balls behind it.

I pull a sachet of lube from my pocket. I tear it open and slather his dick. As my hand glides up and down his slick length, I lean toward him and whisper in his ear, “You need me too.”

His face turns. His teeth graze my neck. His hand cups my cock in his cage.

It’s all the admission I’m going to get. It’s all the admission I need.

I draw back, getting to my feet. I turn to face the room. Some enjoy their own bodies, some enjoy the sight of others.

Behind me, Dominic tugs my pants down, displaying my caged cock to the hungry eyes around us. He tugs at my hips, drawing them toward him, guiding me onto his cock.

I gasp at the first press of his cockhead against my hole, right alongside the belt’s strap. The tight ring of muscle opens for him. I sink down slowly, reveling in each inch of penetration, loving the pressure and the burn and the fullness.

As my ass settles against Dominic’s pelvis, I shudder. His arms hook around me, tugging me back to rest against him. His cock is pressing against my prostate. Dominic holds me tight as tremors wrack my body. My cock leaks in the cage.

I lean my head back on his shoulder as he plays with my taut balls and caged cock. He could make me come inside it, but I think he’s just going to torment me instead.

He whispers raspingly into my ear, “If you keep shuddering and clenching on my cock like that, I’m going to come.”

My body convulses. My ass fists his dick.

“Fuck,” he grits out then orders, “Plant your hands on either side of me and lift.”

I do as he says. He grabs my hips, leans back against the couch for leverage, and starts fucking upward into me. I cry out.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “Take it like that.”

I throw my head back and close my eyes. My cock throbs in the cage as he punches into me. It’s shallow because Dominic doesn’t have much room to move, but it’s hard.

I want to come so bad. I’m so fucking close. It’s like I keep chasing it, skimming it, losing it.

Dominic’s pace quickens. His fingers tighten on my hips. He’s going to come.

He thrusts up so hard I’m lifted to my fingertips as he cries out and floods my ass. His cock kicks inside me, torturing me with how close I am. I whine and tremble as Dominic strains against me. I love that he’s coming inside me. I love the hot spill of his release, but I’m nearly crying with frustration as he lowers us to the couch.

My body is convulsing with some kind of shadow orgasm. I’m strung so tight that I don’t hear whatever Dominic says to me. I don’t help as he lifts us both to our feet and his cock slides free of my ass.

He pulls my pants up and zips them. He fastens his own. He puts his hand on the small of my back and guides me across the room. I’m past noticing other people. I barely notice when we get to hallway and he says something about his jacket. He leaves me, and I slide down the wall, sitting on the floor. Some of his cum leaks from my ass.

When Dominic returns, my elbows are on my knees, my head in my hands.

“Don’t you quit on me,” he says, hauling me to my feet. “You’re not done. You won’t be for a while.”

He walks me to the private elevator. I fumble with the keypad, punching in the code. We get inside. He holds onto me, either holding me up or just holding me—I’m not sure—as we glide upward.

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