Page 5 of Who I Crave To Be

My lust-drunk brain doesn’t even register the looks of shock or tense muscles of the men gathered around him as I begin to wind my hips in a slithering eight right before him.

The blues of his eyes dwindles into a storm clouded blue-gray and it’s electrifying.

I find myself wanting to stand within the riot of that storm, doused in the rain and thunder if it means, even for just a moment, I get to feel what it would mean to be his, coming undone beneath him as the earth around me quakes.

I shiver, gathering my hair in my hands and pinning the strands to the crown of my head, the action pushing together my tits which has his eyes snapping downward to openly stare at them.I smile to myself, getting a little bolder as I move just a little closer.

I wanted something out of tonight and I guess this is it.A test of sorts to see if I can be as brave as I dare to be, hiding behind someone I’ll claim wasn’t even me come morning.

I give way to inhibitions and settle myself onto his lap.The rough bite of his fingers pinch into my skin as he takes hold of my waist and I hiss lowly.The touch of pain forcing me to grind my core along his thick shaft makes my eyes widen when I feel how hard he is.

Fuck.

That was a mistake.Way too sexual.But the hold he has on me urges me to move.I try to rise a little, to put some distance between us so I can dance for him properly, but he tugs me back down.Moving me across him with ease as his grip tightens.He pulls me in close as I fall forward, lips to his ear and tits pushed against his chest as he turns his head into mine and whispers, “I don’t like an audience.But you just ground your pussy along my slacks and felt my weakness.I don’t have one of those.Now, my deadly Sin, you’ll pay for finding it.”

I lean back, eyes of sultry shock gazing into his as they narrow at his words.It doesn’t take me long before I realize his intention when he offers a death glare over my shoulder.I turn, just in time to catch his men turning back to the stage and him bringing his index to my chin turning me back to face him, commanding all of my attention.Without saying a word, his hands settle back on my hips as he begins to rock me back and forth.

Unholyfuck.

A warmness blossoms through my core.The friction of his hardened steel, chafes against my clit and vibrates through my center as I begin to chase that high.I fall forward again, lost to the pleasure as I grip his shoulders hanging on for dear life at the abruptness of my body's response to this man.I’m about to come undone, allow him to steal from me my power when I remember who the fuck I am.Drawing from the strength of my new persona, I place my hands on his chest and push myself back from him, rising a little from his lap.

Knowing this isn’t my real job and I’m never going to see him again since my shift ends in less than five minutes, I become someone I never thought I’d be.

A slut.

And fuck me if it doesn’t feel so damn good even if for one night.I want to be the femme fatale without a name, a face he’ll forever remember and crave.I want to be important to someone, wanted and desired so badly, I play a ballet in their dreams every night.

And you know what?There’s not really anything wrong with being a slut, not if it feels like molten lava brewing an orgasm so rapidly in my cunt that I can feel the power of the explosion about to happen just from the preshakes of my trembling body.

He looks at me with a frown and knotted brows until I take his hand and guide him towards my pussy that is wetter than Niagara Falls.His eyes widen, as his brows hit his hairline.Leaning back in his seat, he watches my every move as I use him as my own personal sex toy.

I ride his fingers, finger fucking myself like a bitch riding a bull, all the while never tearing my eyes from his.My hands roam over his broad chest which flexes under his white shirt.I pull at the roots of his dark, black curls as the arousal unfurls within the depths of my core.

I take what I want from him and I make no apologies for it.

Gliding my hand down my scantly covered chest, I tweak my pebbled nipples as a husky moan slips free.Continuing my caress down my body, I circle my clit and jolt forward as I ride the waves carrying me to shore where I’m about to shatter on the sands.

I jolt forward as the song still playing “Taste Of You” reaches its climax just as quickly as I do.Just like the song bellows, I can’t stop myself from taking a taste.I sink my teeth into his neck, drawing blood as I muffle the cries of my orgasm.Quivering, panting and still soaring from my high I take a moment to calm myself, refusing to let the embarrassment show on my face.

Once I’ve gathered myself, I lean back slowly.Dragging my eyes across him so he knows I’m scrutinizing him just as deeply as he had me.Smirking, I quirk a brow and my smile turns damn right wicked.“Thanks for the ride.”I muse, winking at him as I shimmy off his lap and slink back through the club and right over to Baz.

Deano

She’s a bet in a room full of gamblers.A breath of fresh air through the smoke.

A weakness, I crave to have.

She’s fucking beautiful.

My body has never reacted to a random woman like it had tonight.Or any woman, so primally in fact.

This isn’t a bad novel where everything with tits gets me going and I’m sure as fuck no adolescent.

I can appreciate a pretty woman, but getting hot under the collar, I don’t usually experience, not until we’re locked behind closed doors.Women only want one thing from me and it’s not something I'm interested in.So I handle business and get my rocks off when the mood fits.

But seeing her brought a confusion thick in my mind.My body heat rises as my chest constricts, my stomach sinking with the anxiety I have to not lose sight of her beauty.

I’ve owned Pussy Liquor for years, but I only ever come here when I’m needed to oversee the accounts.

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