“Maybe I just want someone who knows what to do with me.” I was impressed that my voice didn’t quiver, giving away how nervous and hyped up I was as I moved his hand higher.
When I stopped mid-way, he continued, letting his fingers skim up my skirt on my outer thigh. But his hand was so large, that his thumb was dangerously close to reaching between.
“Well, that I can definitely do.”
“What else can you do?” I challenged.
His hand clenched around my flesh and I sat up straighter, the sting bringing more pleasure than pain.
“Why don’t you come watch with me?”
I swallowed considering all my options. I didn’t really know what everything entailed. I knew there were private rooms and it made me wonder if I was safe with him in a closed off space. My uncle vetted all the members of the club, running background checks and semi-annual checks during their time at Voyeur. I knew everything was handled with extreme caution, but it still crossed my mind.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
I almost laughed when I realized we hadn’t even exchanged names. “Olivia.” He hummed, and his lips tipped up into a small smile, revealing deep dimples. Fuck me, I’d follow this man into a dark alley if he kept smiling at me like that. “What’s yours?”
“You can call me Kent.”
“Okay, Kent.” I liked the way his name sounded coming from my tongue. Would he make me moan it later tonight? I hoped so.
“So, Olivia. Will you come watch with me?”
I gave a slow nod and his thumb slipped lower between my thighs, grazing the crease at my hip before tugging his hand out and grabbing mine. He lifted it slowly and pressed gentle kisses to each of my knuckles sending a shock to my chest with each simple peck, his beard tickling against my skin. I imagined it brushing against my thighs later and had to take a shaky deep breath to control my heart from exploding from desire.
“Follow me,” he commanded, tugging me from my chair.
He pulled me behind him as he weaved his way through the bar toward the opening Jackson had led me in through.
Jackson was going to kill me.
At least I’d get a hell of a night, hopefully filled with pleasure before I died. I didn’t need anything else.
Chapter Two
Her hand was small in mine. Soft.
I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like when it stroked me. Would she grip me hard, or soft and teasing? My cock strained against my slacks. I wasn’t sure we’d even make it to the backroom before I exploded.
My heart pounded in my chest, excitement about the young woman behind me. I rarely picked women up while I was at Voyeur. I either brought someone with me or went into the back alone. But when I saw her walk in, the lights sparkling off her skirt, drawing my eyes down her long legs, I knew I had to have her.
At the very least, I had to hear her voice, feel her eyes resting on me more than just a teasing glimpse.
Her heels clicked down the hall toward the iPads where we made the selection.
“What are we watching?” she asked.
I looked over my shoulder and almost got lost in the bright blue depths of her eyes. They were wide and screamed an innocence I didn’t quite believe. She seemed so young, but Voyeur was strict about vetting its members. And no one under twenty-one was allowed in.
“Let me surprise you.”
I watched her throat move over a swallow before she nodded and bit her lush bottom lip again. I couldn’t wait to feel the plump flesh under my tongue. She asked for a man who knows what to do with her and my mind was running rampant with all the filthy things I wanted.
Turning back to the iPad, I skimmed the selection.
Threesome, m/m, f/f, m/m/f, BDSM, Group Orgy, Student-Teacher, Office Affair, Anal, Oral, Toys.
So many options and I wanted to watch all of them with her. I smiled seeing some familiar ones I’d helped Daniel pick out over drinks. I’d know him for almost twenty years. We’d concocted the idea of Voyeur when we were young and drunk and somehow, we’d eventually made it into a reality. He ran it, I’d only just invested to help get it off the ground.
After considering all the selections, I settled on a simpler scenario that would do enough to entice, but not too much to distract. I chose to forgo sitting in the same room as the performers and instead selected to watch from behind the one-way glass. I wanted privacy and room for everything I wanted to do.
Hitting enter, I took a deep breath and turned to her. She was leaning against the wall behind me. Hips thrust forward, and breasts pushed out. Her pebbled nipples still taunting me under that flimsy silk she was wearing as a shirt. I could easily rip it from her body and if we were anywhere else, I would.
“So, now what?” she asked softly.
It only took four steps before I stood over her. She was tall in her heels, but the way she leaned back made her much shorter. I liked looking down at her. I wanted to look down at her as she fell to her knees and wrapped those full, red lips around my cock.
“We wait,” I answered.
“How long?”
I smirked hearing the worry behind her words, the need to have something now.
“Maybe thirty minutes. Maybe less.”
Her chin dropped, and her brow pinched in disappointment. She was so confident in the bar, but staring at her now, almost pouting like a little girl, turned me on just as much. It should’ve made me question my morals, but I was too far gone to care.
Placing my finger under her chin, I lifted her gaze back to mine. “Eager?”
She stood to her full height, bringing back the boldness from earlier. “Maybe,” she said with a shrug.
Looking side to side, I took in the empty hallway. I breathed a laugh letting the smile stretch my lips as I stepped into her. Her chest heaved, and I let my finger fall from her chin, grazing down her neck, over her shoulder, playing with the thin strap of her flimsy top. “Just maybe?”
She didn’t answer but swallowed again before slicking her tongue across her lips. I flicked the strap over her shoulder and let it fall where it may, which ended up catching on the tip of her breast like a fucking tease. It upped the anticipation of stripping her down in the room.
Her breathing echoed around us in the hall as she looked toward the entry in the hallway, probably nervous someone would walk down and see us. Not that it mattered.
As long as customers were discreet, Daniel didn’t mind fooling around in the main area.
“So, Olivia. If I were to slip my hand between your thighs, would I maybe find your pussy eager to be touched? Or would it be weeping—begging—for me to fill it up? To touch it, lick it, suck on it?”
“Kent,” she breathed, not admitting anything.
“Let’s find out. Give you a little something to hold you over.”
She held my gaze the whole time as I moved my hand between us and slipped it between her thighs, using my fingertips to graze up the inside until I felt her wet heat greeting me. No cotton or lace. Just her wet cunt leaking onto her bare thighs.
“Olivia,” I tsked. “No panties?”
She gasped and thrust her hips as I slipped my finger between her wet folds and rubbed against her hard nub. I rested my hand on the wall by her head and drifted the other lower to her opening, gathering her wetness before moving back up. Her eyes slid closed and her back arched into me. The silk finally gave way and fell from her breast, baring the most beautiful pale nipple I’d ever seen.