Page 53 of Uncharted Desires
“I know as much as you do.”
I run my palm over my face. “Does everything in this place have to be so freaking bizarre all the time?”
Sawyer shrugs. “You get used to it after a while.” He then pivots around to stand directly in front of me, piercing eyes connecting with mine, making me melt. “Speaking of this place… I believe you had an agenda?”
I dart my eyes toward the exit again, Xander already gone, before meeting Sawyer’s gaze. “We.Wehave an agenda. And if things go south, it will beyourfault.”
“Oh, really? That’s how it works?” He puts his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. “You beg me for weeks to do this, and when I finally agree, it’s on me if it doesn’t meet your expectations?”
“Correct.”
He leans down to give me a way to quick kiss. “Good thing I don’t get stage fright, then, huh?”
My insides twist into a knot, the promise behind his words making my body shiver and my cock wake up. “Less talking, more action.”
And with that, I take his hand in mine, and we march through the club, through the crowded rooms and shadowy hallways toward where it all began.
“Maybe we should have picked a less busy night,” I say as I scan the overcrowded room at the end of the hallway.
“Have you ever seen this place less busy?”
Man’s got a point.
There are groups of people occupying every square inch. Every sofa and every corner is stuffed with naked and half-naked people getting in on, engaging in scenarios worthy of awebsite with a premium subscription plan, surrounded by eager spectators.
Sawyer grabs my arm and leads me to the sofa right in the middle.
We squeeze between the audience of a couple giving out a show.
A hairy bear of a man is kneeling, his face buried in the leather surface, ass sticking in the air. A scrawny twink is pounding him from behind, giving the man what looks like the time of his life.
Sawyer steps closer and leans down, his head hanging above the bear. “Excuse me,” he says.
I almost bark out laughing as the man turns to him, his cheek rubbing against the leather as the guy behind him moves his entire body back and forth.
“Would you mind changing location?” He flashes his staff card in front of his face. “Free entry for a month if you do. For both of you.”
They exchange glances, and before I know it, the smaller man pulls out of the bear. They gather up their clothes and scram.
I laugh out loud this time. “That seems like an abuse of power, you know?”
Sawyer puts an arm around my waist. “Nah. It was a fair exchange.”
Glancing at the ceiling, I pretend to deliberate before giving him my final judgment. “Nah. Power.”
I yelp in surprise when Sawyer leans down, grabs the backs of my knees, and yanks them, making me fall back-firstonto the now-empty sofa. He launches down, hovering above me on all fours. “I’ll show you power.”
He gives me a quick peck, bites my lip in the process, and spins me around to my stomach like he owns me.
He does.
His fingernails scratch the bottom of my back as he pulls down my pants without opening them and gives my ass cheek a soft slap.
My cock grows hard against the surface beneath me, still warm from its previous occupants. I crank my neck to look back to where Sawyer all but tears my jeans off me, yanking my shoes off my feet before ridding himself of his own clothes with the same urgency.
He’s causing a stir within the crowd the second his thick, veiny cock makes an appearance.
I squirm around, pulling my t-shirt off my body, ensuring I stay in the same position he left me in.
