Chapter Three
The men clocked us the second we walked through the doors.
Op, Slider, and Blizzard were sitting at a table close to the bar. Chelsea froze as her eyes connected with Optimus’ but she was soon making a run for the stairs that led to their room.
“Chelsea,” Op growled, halting her escape. Both Blizzard and Slider sat at the table with massive grins on their faces.
Chelsea blushed. “I’m just gonna…” She held up her bags and pointed upstairs before ducking out. Op shook his head, but I could see him smiling.
Rose and I both made our way over to the boys.
“Who do I have to blame for this freakout?” Optimus asked.
Rose giggled and held her hands up in surrender. “That was all…Kat.”
He rolled his eyes. “Typical.”
“I think she’s okay now. We managed to convince her that she wasn’t going to have to push a child the size of a small country out her vag.” I laughed.
“Speaking of vag…” Slider beamed as he pushed back from the table and grabbed my hand.
“Smooth, Casanova,” Blizzard commented dryly as Slider pulled me down the hall toward my room. I followed willingly.
One of the club girl rules was never saying no to a member unless you felt as though you were afraid, sick, or you were being hurt.
That being said, the boys were all very respectful. I never got the feeling that they would force any of the girls here to do anything they wouldn’t want to, and if I simply said no, I believed that they would stop.
Sure, they could be dirty and vulgar in the bedroom, but who didn’t want a little bit of excitement with their sex. I drew the line at shit like bondage, but Rose did tell me that there were a couple of club girls who were into that kind of thing. The boys knew that if that was what they were feeling, that was who they needed to see.
Slider pulled me through the doorway and slammed the door behind me before easing my body back against it. His lips found my neck and my body relaxed as he went about kissing and sucking along the sensitive skin.
“Been wanting to do this since you appeared two weeks ago,” he murmured against my skin.
I tilted my head to the side, enjoying the attention as his hands moved under my loose shirt and he paused for a moment to pull it over my head. “What’s taken you so long?” I whispered.
I knew Slider had a thing for me. He’d always been super sweet and kind, showing me attention, making me laugh, helping me find and learn my way. But up until this point, he’d never touched me like this. It had confused me to begin with, but I’d gotten used to it.
Now, things were moving to the next level and even though it felt good, it also felt very strange. The other men, so far, had let me know they respected me, but they just wanted sex. And that was completely fine with me. That was what I came here for, and what I wanted too. But this, with Slider now, felt different. It was like he had become a friend, and this next level was moving on to weird.
I tried to block that thought out of my mind as I genuinely cared about him, and I was here to do a job. Make him happy. If this was the way he wanted me to do that, then that’s what I would do.
His hands moved over my breasts as his mouth finally claimed mine in what seemed like a rush. I kissed him back, letting the sensation of his hands moving under the material of my bra fuel me.
It felt good, exciting.
I reached behind my back, undoing the clasp of my bra and letting it fall free, giving him better access to my well-endowed chest. Gently moving him back as our mouths dueled, I pushed him down to sit at the edge of the bed, climbing on his lap to straddle him.
Slider took the opportunity of my body placement, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking as I ground my pussy against the crotch of his jeans. With just a skirt on and a thong barely covering me, I was sure I should have felt more. I tried not to be disappointed when I couldn’t find the friction I needed. He moved onto the other breast, the attention he was showing to my body, spurring me on.
You couldn’t fault these guys with their sex game. Unless they were looking for a quick blowjob to get them by, they always made sure to work your body right, so by the time they got to pulling their cocks out, you were fucking begging for it. They wanted the girl they were with to have just as much fun as they were, and that made it all the more appealing.
After a few minutes, he halted my motions. Holding my hips steady. “Get on your knees.”
I slipped off the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him, looking up into his eyes. He had sweat on his forehead and his face seemed clenched in frustration. Maybe I was getting this wrong.
I made quick work of undoing his buckle and pants and pulling them down to his knees. It surprised me when I expected a large dick to spring free. But instead, he was still soft. I tried not to look confused, taking it in my hand and pulling on it a few times before I bent forward and covered it with my mouth.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t worked a guy up from this before, but it usually happened a lot faster than this. I kept at it, even after a few minutes with still no response.