Page 3 of A Different Form of Oxygen
I chuckle. “Oh, is that right? I don’t remember saying you could cum or stand. Looks like you’ve been a naughty Angel.”
His body moves into my touch this time. “I think I need to be taught a lesson.” I lick my lips as my fingers work their way down the silky fabric, coming in contact with the damp area. “How do you think we should handle that, huh?”
A loud knock at the door has my hands freezing in place. His eyes go wide, and he takes a step back. "Thanks for the nice little treat, Papi, but I think you better get out of here before Alex finds you. That's my boss."
His voice suddenly sounds more chipper and familiar. I don't have time to over think it too much as I quickly zip up my pants and let him guide me through a back door. "Follow that hallway straight down and it will take you back to the club."
The door shuts behind me before I can turn around and ask his name. Looks like I won't have to force myself to walk away after all.
He gave me the distraction I wanted, but I’m still craving more. That was the best blowjob of my life—with no strings attached—and I should be skipping across the street. Instead of skipping, I struggle to get to my car with my slow-moving feet. Still battling my desire to return into the club and make the angel kneel for me again.
I got my distraction, but what will distract me from him?
