I followed Jennifer, not quite sure why other than I wasn’t ready for a relationship and the blonde bombshell was relationship material. I felt in my bones, as I would when the stock market shifted and my bank account grew exponentially.
I needed to screw her out of my head.
The next thing I knew, I was pushed into a corner—a first for me, as I was usually the aggressor. Full lips crashed to mine as the slimiest tongue I’d ever experienced entered my mouth. I nearly choked on the wave of saliva dripping down my throat.
“What’s your pleasure?” she asked through her nauseating kisses.
I roughly cupped her face, stopping her. “Suck my cock.” That would put her mouth to better use.
She licked her lips, pleased with my request, and dropped to her knees. My steel rod sprang toward her when she released it from my pants.
“Mmm, gladly.” That fucking tongue of hers lapped over my dick as if it were an ice-cream cone. Giddy as all get out, Jennifer purred and hummed in delight. She clearly liked to suck cock, so why not mine?
My eyes closed as she took me into her mouth. It was just as I suspected, warm and sopping wet, but that was okay. I could fuck her mouth no problem, but there was no way in hell I’d kiss her again. And if she wanted reciprocation, I’d have to disappoint her.
People were in and out of the bathrooms, not giving a shit about the oral activity in our corner. That was telling if you asked me. A scene as erotic as a woman kneeling before a man in public should have been jaw-dropping, but here in Club Rendezvous, it was business as usual.
Oh well, what did I care? I relaxed along the wall, awaiting my explosive release.