Page 21 of Broken Valentine
He knew home was the last place I wanted to be, but I don't think he suspected this club to be the place I'd rather be instead. It has nothing to do with the location but with the person who’s dancing with me. I can lie to myself all I want but I’d rather get drunk on Taylor than any form of alcohol.
Taylor's name is being called and he breaks away from me with a frown on his face. “Give me a half hour and then I can take you somewhere and make you forget so much, you won't even remember your own name.”
He wiggles his hips as he walks away with the bottom of his tight pink shorts rising so far up, I get a peek of the perfect globes of his ass. My gaze lingers all the way down to his muscular thighs and calves. Each muscle tightens with every movement he makes in those rainbow-colored pumps.
I'm so mesmerized by him the whole time he's on stage, those thirty minutes are more comparable to five. My eyes stay on him until he’s walking off the stage with a huge smile on his face, gesturing for me to follow him.
The back room he leads me to is full of vanities, pink ottomans, and a black leather couch resting against a back wall. Locking the door, he tosses the wings on the floor and pulls me closer. “So, tell me what it is you want, Professor.”
What I want is something I can't have. Something I shouldn't want so soon. I badly crave to take him home, wake up next to him, and cook him breakfast. I want all the things he said fuck buddies don't do. Would it be so bad to bend the rules a little? I've bent so many as it is. “I want to be buried deep inside you.”
His eyes grow dark and hungry. “I guess that makes two of us.” Reaching behind him, he grabs something from one of the vanities and pulls me toward the couch. After pushing me down onto the black leather, he kneels between my legs, unzipping my pants. He pulls out my cock, swiping his tongue up and down my slit and moaning as he takes me fully into his mouth. He moves his lips up and down my shaft until I'm hitting the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex. Saliva pools around his lips as they continue to slide up and down my length. I arch my hips, fucking upward into his mouth with a few more thrusts before pulling him off my cock and dragging him onto my lap. I need to be inside more than just his mouth. I'm ready to feel his tight walls wrapping around me again. He lifts himself up onto his knees and my cock strains against his inner thigh.
I pull a condom from my pocket, tearing it open with my teeth like I'm some star in a porno film. He pulls it from the package, sliding it over my cock.
A top of a bottle clicks open and he covers his fingers in lube. A sweet smell saturates the air and I eye the bottle still in his hands. “It's flavored lube, don't ask.”
I laugh. “I'm not sure I want to. I probably also don't want to know why you have it here.”
“It's not what you think, I promise.”
“It's none of my business either way.” I pretend to zip my mouth shut with my fingers.
“You may not say that if your cock starts melting off soon,” he says while slathering the lube over the condom.
I stare at my cock and back at him, tilting my head. “You didn't get this off eBay or in a back alley from someone's trunk, did you?”
“Worse, I got it from my best friend.” He winks, lining my cock up with his hole, rubbing the tip over his pucker. “Mmm. I guess we can take the risk together and so far, so good.” He impales himself onto my cock, sinking deeper with soft mewls slipping from his lips.
His walls squeeze tight around the invasion until I pass his tight ring of muscles. He lifts himself up and slides back down, fucking himself slowly on my cock, taking in more of me each time. The warmth and tightness are nearly overwhelming and I know if I move I won't last much longer. I don't need to be inside him for long in order to already be falling apart from how good he feels. I arch my hips, fucking upward with one thrust, and his head falls back, his body going still on top of me. “Don't stop,” he pleads in between pants.
“I'm going to come soon if I don't.”
“Good.”
I smile, tugging on his hair, bringing his lips closer to mine. I slip my tongue alongside his, kissing him breathless. When he breaks away gasping for air with hazy eyes, I buck my hips, fucking into him in long, deep thrusts until heat pulls in my gut and my balls contract. I stop moving, letting my orgasm pass before going back to bucking my hips upward. My thrusts become shorter and quicker causing my cock to twitch inside him.
I don't stop this time and keep fucking upward while taking his right nipple between my teeth, swirling my tongue around the hard nub. His body shakes and his breathing becomes more ragged, making it harder for him to bite his lips to keep from screaming. We have to hope the club music is loud enough to drown us out because I let out a loud moan as my cum fills the condom. I keep moving inside him and he moves with me in perfect rhythm chasing his own orgasm.
Completely spent, my movements are lazy, and my cock begins to soften inside him, becoming overly sensitive. I won't let him walk out of here until he’s floating right beside me to this world we’ve created together far away from earth. I wrap my fingers around his straining cock, stroking it up and down while capturing his mouth with mine again, unable to get enough of the taste of his sweet tongue. With a few more strokes of my fingers, his release is spilling onto my stomach. Our shared bliss is interrupted by a knock on the door and someone shouting for us to open it. “Is that you, Taylor? You better not be fucking in there. We don't need this whole place smelling like cum.”
We both erupt into laughter, struggling to breathe. My head is still lost in a fog and when Taylor smiles at me, my knees grow weaker, and I don't know if I'll ever make it off the couch. Then another knock comes. Taylor slowly climbs off me, collapsing on the other side of the couch. “Hold your damn horses.”
“I would if I had some damn horses to hold, but this isn’t a farm Tay, It’s a fucking strip club. You better hurry it up before Gil gets back, and make sure everyone's dick is put away before you open this damn door. We don't need anyone getting the wrong idea about what kind of club this is. And for the love of all that is holy, spray some damn Febreze, I can smell his chocolate dick and the sex from here.”
“Friend of yours?” I ask, arching a brow.
Taylor laughs, pulling on his shorts. “Unfortunately, yes.”
“I think I like him already.”
“Yeah, well that would make you the only person besides me.” He laughs again, handing me a tissue. I wipe off my stomach and tuck the condom inside, tossing it in the nearby trash can. He holds out his hand after he's fully dressed. “I'm glad you came by, Professor.”
“I'm glad I did too.” I slide my fingers against his palm, standing up from the couch. Zipping up my pants, I inch closer to him until the tips of our shoes are touching. I tug on his chin, bringing his lips to mine, and before I can slip my tongue inside his mouth, another knock comes, making him huff in frustration. “All right, all right, I'm coming.”
“I sure hope not,” says the man outside the door. When Taylor pulls it open, there's a guy with platinum blond hair standing on the other side, with his hands on his hips and his lips pursed together. He eyes us up and down and opens his mouth to speak again. “Hey, there's some guy out here looking for Jamie. Are you him by chance?” His gaze lands on mine and there's a bit of teasing in his dark green eyes.
I nod, running a hand through my hair. “Shit, I forgot to tell my brother where I was going. He probably thought I left the club.” In a way I guess I did. I always slipped away from the rest of the world whenever I was alone with Taylor. No one and nothing else mattered. I need to stop doing that. The last time I got lost in someone else, I got left at the damn altar. I shouldn't let anything like that ever happen again, and I know in order for it not to, I need to end things with Taylor. Whatever it is we’re doing together needs to stop. Not only does it risk my job, but it also risks me getting my heart broken before it's even fully healed. I can't end up jobless and alone.
