Page 39 of Stepson

Bentley

As Gabe pulls me through the club and toward a set of stairs, excitement races through me. I’ve never been to anything like this before, but I like it. At first, I’m not sure what to think, and I’m still wickedly nervous, but I trust him. He also asked for a private room and that makes me feel better as well. I don't think I can fuck in front of an audience.

He grins, wiping at my chin as he steps back. “Next, we get a room at that fancy hotel around the corner. I’m not willing to give you up just yet, and I would give anything to wake up with you in my arms in the morning.” My heart literally swoons for this man. Why, oh why, couldn’t I have found him well before he was arrested? I would have waited these seven long years for him. Now it might be too late.

We climb the stairs before Gabe pulls me down a dimly lit hallway that has a pink neon light above it that reads: Private Suites.

My heart hammers as I grow more excited with each step. I’m about to fuck Gabe in a sex club. How much more exciting can it get?

He chooses door number seven on the left, pulling me into the room before he shuts and locks the door behind me. The room is small with what looks like a full size bed, a two person couch, and a metal pole in the center. The lighting is red, casting the perfect sultry glow throughout that makes my nipples perk. We haven't even touched each other, and I’m already about to burst at the seams. My thongs have gone MIA, and I can feel my wetness start to trickle down my inner thighs. I don't think I've ever been this excited before.

Turning to me, Gabe grabs my coat belt and tugs it before it opens. His hot gaze slides over my body appreciatively as he lets out a groan. It’s almost inaudible with the club music lightly playing through invisible speakers in the room.

"You still want to use purple as your safe word?"

I gulp. I still need a safe word? But one look around the room and the brazen promise in his gaze tells me I do, in fact,needa safe word.

I nod, shrugging out of my coat. I seriously need to get out of my head and let my body do the talking. Being shy around Gabe has gotten me nowhere, and I don't want him to see me as some lame woman who can't pin down her sexuality. We’re in a sex club for fuck’s sake.

Marching up to him, I slide my hands down his chest and grab the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head before I toss it aside. His inked skin seems to glow beneath the red hued lights as my mouth waters, and my fingers trace over my favorite ones.

He keeps his arms at his sides as he stares down at me, but his gaze says it all—he wants me to step out of my comfort zone and take control. I can do that, right?

Grabbing his belt, I unhook and tug it roughly from the loops as he sways from the pull. His sexy smirk lifts his lips as I lick mine and continue to undo his jeans. The bulge in the crotch tells me how excited he is without me even touching him. I let go of his jeans and step back, watching his eyes squint as he takes me in. He stands still, not saying a word as I tug at the strings holding my black and purple corset tightly to my torso.

His gaze burns hotter as each string loosens the corset one agonizing string at a time. I can feel the constrictive piece slowly loosening before I shrug out of it, dropping it at my feet. The warm air in the room sweeps over my skin, but it’s his burning gaze that makes my niples harden to small pebbles. It’s obvious he wants to touch me, but he fists his hands and stays still.

I bring my hands up, sliding them over my breasts before I pinch my nipples and throw my head back. I’m too turned on to be doing this, but Gabe clearly approves as he lets out a groan and moves from one foot to the other. Standing here in only stockings, heels, and my garter belt makes me feel seductive and naughty.

When Gabe finally moves, he slips his hand inside the top of his briefs and reaches down to grab his dick. My eyes watch his every movement as I continue to tease my own nipples. He slowly strokes himself as his other hand grabs the top of his jeans and briefs, pushing them down to the middle of his thighs as he continues to stroke himself.

My pussy clenches at the sight of his rock hard dick being stroked as precum glistens at the tip. He lets his jeans and briefs slide the rest of the way down his legs before he steps out of them, still stroking himself long and slow. Then he releases himself before he brings his hand up to his mouth, lapping hispalm slowly along his tongue before he strokes himself again. The sheen of his saliva coats his cock as it slides effortlessly through his clenched palm.

Fuck, this is incredibly sexy, and I can't pull my gaze from his dick. My mouth waters again as I squeeze my legs together for some friction but it does nothing to ease my throbbing clit.

Flashes of the last porn video I watched just hours before Gabe arrived back into my life comes to my mind. It was the dirtiest porn I've ever watched, but somehow it turned me on the most. I want to try it with Gabe, letting me explore his body that way for my first time. We’re also in a sex club; what better place to try something kinky?

I walk over to him, pressing against his chest until he falls back onto the couch. My nerves try to get the best of me, but I swallow them back as I stare at the throbbing vein on the back of his dick. Looking up at him, I lap my tongue from the base of his vein all the way up to the tip as his eyes roll into the back of his throat. His cock pulses beneath my tongue, moving away for a split second before the silkyness connects once more.

"Fuck," he hisses, grabbing the cushions on the couch as the veins in his arms pop.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to see those veins bulge as he grips my throat and pounds into me. The night is still early.

Reaching the tip, I open wide and plunge down onto him as his hips buck upward and sink his cock deep into my throat. My eyes water as I fight to control my gag reflex, wanting to feel him against my tonsils.

He lets out a deep groan as I lean back, gasping for air as saliva spills down my chin. His cock is soaked and dripping down over his balls. Fuck, this is too much, and I want to try that thing before I lose control and impale myself on him.

Sliding my hands down his thighs, I slip my hands behind his knees and lift his legs. Instinctively, he puts his feet up on theedge of the couch and watches me with dark eyes. His legs are spread wide open as his cock stands at full attention.

“Can I?” I whisper, not knowing how to ask him if I can give him a rim job without being blunt about it.

His eyebrow cocks. “Can you what?”

I look down at his taint and see how silky smooth it is. When does he have time to keep himself groomed so well? Fuck, it’s hot. Then my eyes land on his tight asshole as I bite my bottom lip and lightly trace over it with my finger.

He jolts beneath my touch as he inhales a sharp breath.

“You want to give me a rim job?” He growls as excitement swims through his gaze.

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