Page 36 of Brutal Kingdom

“Whoa. We’re not alone. Slow down.”

“Why? Nobody can see us, and I can tell you’re ready. I am too.”

“I’m ready but, um… maybe right here isn’t the best place.”

“Okay. You wanna take it to the bathroom?”

He steps back, pushing my hands away from his body, rezipping his jeans. “Look. You’re fucking hot, okay, and I’m down for this, but I spin here. I can’t just fuck you in the bathroom.”

“Oh. Okay, because this is your place of work. I totally get that.” Pulling my dress down, I offer a solution. “We can go out back or to your car.”

He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Out back or the car?”

“What’s wrong with those suggestions? You’ll be off the property.”

“Don’t you care about germs?”

“I’m sorry. What germs. Are you saying you have something contagious?”

“I’m talking about airborne germs and the ones we carry on our skin.”

“You were just sucking on my ear, and asking your place or mine five minutes ago.”

“That’s different. We were gonna shower first and, of course, I plan to use protection. I would never just have sex with you without cleaning us both off first.”

Huh? “Okay. Let me see if I got this straight. You want me to take a bathbeforesex.”

He adjusts his glasses. “That’s right. Purify our bodies before we take things further, and obviously it would be a shower so we’re not actually sitting in the dirt we’re washing off.”

How did I get this all wrong? How does this guy, who looks like he fucks a different woman every day, want to plan and execute a purification ritual before sex? This is just my fucking luck. I try to stay in the moment and be spontaneous and I get some sort of germaphobe.

“So whose place are we going to?”

“Neither. Listen, you’re hot. That’s what I noticed about you. That and your great taste in music. I wanted hot, and in the moment sex. Not whatever the hell you just mentioned.”

“So you just fuck dudes anytime and anywhere? What if they just finished with another girl earlier in the day and didn’t bathe? You want that on you?”

“I doubt I’d know if that happened. It’s not generally a question I’d ask, but now that thought is gonna be in my head for at least the rest of the night.”

I walk away, shaking my head. Could that entire exchange have been any more of a disaster? Trying again is out of the question and I’ll have to wait until I’m back on campus to satisfy myself because I can’t do that with my mom in the house.

My clit is still throbbing, and my panties are sticking to me. That’s how well things were progressing and how close I was. Logan would have never walked away complaining about the location. He would have at least touched my pussy or lapped at my juices to take the edge off.

Great. Now I’m thinking of all the ways tonight could have gone if Logan was the guy with me in the corner. It’s making me hot and pissing me off. I need a release. Scanning the dance floor, I look for someone else that might be able to help, but no one new catches my eye. I take the stairs to the VIP section, hoping to get a better view.

Still nothing. No one up here is giving off fuck boy vibes. I walk towards the stairs on the other side of the room, descending slowly, taking in the feel of the smooth metal handrail against my palm. The bass of the music is getting heavier. All I have to do is take a few steps to my left through a small alcove and door to return to the dance floor. I’m enveloped in darkness. I put my back against the wall, feeling the bass push into me. My skin tingles from the vibrations. The sound waves rippling through my clit. I squeeze my thighs together against the sensation. I turn, putting my forehead against the wall, discreetly slipping my hand between my legs.

I sense a presence behind me. Removing my hand, I start to turn around. A hand lands on my shoulder, preventing me from doing that. The person steps closer, pressing their chest to my back. Their hands grip my hips, eliminating the space between us. I should turn to look, but I don’t, because doing so will break this erotic spell I’m under.

I say nothing as warm hands reach between my legs, pushing my thighs wider apart. I remain quiet even when I feel his stiff cock slip between them. Sliding against my soaking panties. I go back to playing with my clit, letting him get himself off between the tight grip of my thighs. I’m coming within seconds, sagging against the wall in relief. He’s gone before I turn around. The only reason I know I didn’t hallucinate the whole thing is because there’s a wet glob on my shoe.

She’s been sneaking around town and campus just like I assume she was doing last year. This time I’m paying attention. I have my PI following her, but when I’m not busy, I do it myself. That’s how I knew she went home this past weekend, and how I wound up at the same club as her and Kassidy. The exact one we were at the night Claire tried to make me look bad. I watched from the VIP area as she danced and flirted with the DJ. I saw them in the corner, kissing and grinding, and I knew where things were headed.

I was debating whether or not to break things up when she popped back onto the dance floor, looking disappointed. The guy went back to the DJ booth and Jordanna made two laps around the room before coming up to VIP. You need to be on the list to get up there, but the guy at the bottom of the steps didn’t even try to stop her. I kept to the shadows -watching, waiting- for her to notice me. She never did.

She didn’t find who or whatever she was looking for up there either and took the private stairs down to the club. Watching her over the top railing, I saw her stop in the alcove. I knew she wasn’t hurt or injured, not that I would care, so I had no reason to go down there. But, I did. When I got to the bottom, her small gasps were like a homing beacon.

I got as close as I could and saw her touching herself. Rubbing between her legs, trying to get off. Her arousal thick in the air. I should’ve walked away. I didn’t. The dark and her actions made me bold. I pulled out my aching cock and with her face to the wall. I slipped it between her thighs. That wisp of material hiding her pussy from the world was drenched. My cock twitches, thinking about Saturday.

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