Chapter 29
Saffi
Ugh.
G still refused to fork over even a bit of information about the club.
Who knew this would be so hard? What a lesson learned. To have thought I could just waltz in and uncover all the club’s secrets to share with the world. What the hell had I been thinking? No wonder Ed had been on my ass for a draft. He didn’t believe I could do this.
And now I was beginning to wonder if I could, too.
But I wasn’t going to dwell on that. I couldn’t give up yet. I was in the company of the sexy and mysterious G, and even with his blasted mask, he still got my panties wet. God, what if he was hideous behind that thing?
Well, it’s not like I was going to marry him.
He reached for my erect nipple, straining against the clingy jersey of my dress. Scooping just inside the low neckline, he pushed the stretchy fabric out of the way. When he made contact with my flesh, his fingers tightened just until the pain became too much, as if he could read my mind.
I dropped my head, savoring the tingling that shot from my breast straight to my core.
His other hand reached for my cheek and stroked it slowly. As his hand wandered along my jaw, his other one grabbed a fistful of my hair and held it tight.
“You wanna play with me, little girl?” he growled.
The power in his voice sent me to an unfamiliar place, one that was scary and exhilarating. Paralyzed with an aching lust, all thoughts aside from being ravished fled my mind. It was disorienting, and yet I knew exactly what I wanted.
I pushed his hands away, causing him to stiffen. Unable to see his face, it was the only way I could read him. But I didn’t care. He’d be very happy in a few short moments.
I left the couch to drop to my knees. He relaxed back on the sofa to watch me fumble with his belt and fly, and finally free his hard cock to enjoy for the first time.
A drop of precum hung from its tip. I ran my finger to scoop it up to my lips. With closed eyes, I savored his salty essence, sliding my finger in and out of my mouth with his gaze locked on me.
My fingers, grasping his erection, were unable to fit around its circumference, and when I reached the swollen head, my grip had to open considerably.
I pushed between his legs to lower my mouth on him. At first, I took only enough of the head to taste him and get the crown wet. When he growled and threw his head back, I engulfed him with my mouth, his length sinking to the back of my throat. He released a laugh, followed by a holler.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he said, banging his head against the sofa.
I continued pistoning with my mouth, taking his balls in hand and twisting them gently. With my free hand I reached back between my legs to pull up my dress and begin working my clit.
G thrust his cock into my mouth as if I might be able to take him deeper. With a hand on top of my head, he pushed until I gagged.
He started to explode.
I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m coming,” he bellowed.
I continued to suck until his cum slammed against the back of my throat. I gulped it quickly so I could take more.
When I’d swallowed it all, I slid off his softening length and rested my head on his thigh. He stroked my hair, then took me by the arms and pulled me into his lap.
“You are really something, my beautiful B. Maybe someday, you’ll tell me your real name.”
“Maybe I will,” I said, “if you’ll let me see your face.”
He laughed. “Fair enough. We’ll see, beautiful, we’ll see.”
I slid from his lap to rearrange my disheveled clothes. He straightened out his own shirttails and tucked himself back into his pants.
“You know, B,” he said, “you ask questions, and yet I know nothing about you.”
“I thought you were the one just lecturing about privacy.”
“You’re right. I did. But that didn’t stop you from asking.”
I shrugged. “I’m just naturally curious.”
“Okay. I’m curious, too. What do you do for work?” he asked.
Oh shit. Was he suspicious?
“I’m a writer.”
“A writer,” he exclaimed. “Now that’s interesting.”
Shit. Here come the questions. Time to exit.
“Tell me what you write.”
“Oh, all sorts of things. But hey, I don’t want to talk about this now. In fact, I’m tired and I have to get up early.” With some reluctance, I stood.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
Was he? Or was I just a booty call?
“Walk me to the door?” I extended my hand.
Before I could lead him downstairs, he surprised me by stopping, holding my arms, and looking at me intently. It was the most uncomfortable stare I’d ever experienced, and yet I couldn’t tear myself away. It was also the closest I’d been to his masked face, and in the dim light, I saw flecks of blue in his otherwise dark eyes.
It wasn’t fair. I needed to see his face.
“I want see you again, B.” His demanding tone reignited the throbbing in my sex.
My gaze shifted over his shoulder, and I saw M watching us from across the room. Our eyes met, and I quickly turned back. “I think we might be able to arrange that. Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“Nothing’s ever stopped you before.”
With my chin, I gestured in the direction of the watchful Miss M, now talking to some guests but with an eye on us.
“What is M’s issue with me? Do you have any idea?”