When the security guard asked me to come with him I obeyed without thinking. I let him lead me into the VIP and then up to another upper level where a single man sits alone looking over the club, his eyes dark and intense.
John was the perfect boyfriend before tonight. He was handsome and kind and attentive, then we came here to hang out with his friends and he grew cold. One minute he was there and the next he was gone and I was alone.
He’s the club owner, and he asks me why I look so sad. I tell him that I’ve lost my boyfriend and he gestures at the window to let me find him. But as I look down at the crowd I have to ask myself whether John is really what I want anymore.
I can see John down there but he isn’t looking for me. He isn’t the man that I think he is, and the man up here is exactly who John wants to be.
It would hurt John, to be with this man. It would wound him, to see me with another man. It would fill so many needs.
Because right now I want this man to press me against this window and show everyone in this club what I can do.
Excerpt
I peeled my eyes off of John and turned to look at him, witnessing him properly. He was looking at me, only at me, and I knew the intention there.
This man had me summoned. This man wanted me. And what he wanted me for was exactly what I wanted him to do.
And he knew it too.
When he pulled himself up out of his chair it was like he was moving in slow motion. He was moving with a grace and a certainty that I had never in my life had, with a confidence behind his every movement.
He closed the distance between us and then he was so close to me. So close that I could see the flecks of black in his steely grey eyes, that I could smell his cologne as it invaded my nose.
This was wrong, but was it? Was it wrong to cheat on a man who wasn’t the man I thought he was? Was it wrong to break a vow to a man that had treated me so cruelly? A man who had abandoned me for his friends? Who had lied to me about the very person that he was?
And even if it was wrong, how could it feel so right at the same time. This man’s hands on my hips, his breath hot on my cheek, the grumbling growl in his chest, and that subdued power as he pushed me back and pinned me against the glass looking out over the club. As he paused for just a moment with his lips so close to mine before I mewled with need and he kissed me.
It was amazing and intense, the desire that he had for me pulling me instantly into him in a way that I hadn’t felt possible before. I was so completely out of my depth here but I knew that this man here was a man who could give me what I wanted and needed, who could tend to my needs and fully satisfy me.
He kissed me and I pushed back into him, parting my lips to feel his needy tongue slip into my mouth. I tasted his saliva on me and it made my lips tingle. I pressed my hands against his firm stomach and I felt that rigid core that he was hiding beneath there, the power he contained within him sudden and immediate and damn near overwhelming.
Pushing on and pushing forward, our hands exploring one another’s bodies as the music pounded away in some far off place. I felt for him, my hands searching down his rigid abs and over his thighs as his moved in equal ways down to cup my ass and up to squeeze my breasts.
His lips pulled from mine but finding my neck and latching onto it. Tasting me as I arched myself to give more of myself to him. I wanted him to feel all of me and I wanted to feel all of him, this man without a name who I wanted all the same.
Reaching down I felt his bulge in his pants. My eyes went wide as my hands searched out over the fullness of it and I got a sense of how fucking big he was. My thoughts went back to John but only by means of measuring his inadequacy. This man was his superior in so many ways than I had ever thought before.
But more than that he was more man than any man I had ever had before. Size and hunger greater than anything that I’d ever experienced, dwarfing any man I had thought could satisfy me.
And I wondered to myself whether the rumors and those jokes were true, whether size really did matter. I didn’t have any experience with a cock this big but even just feeling it through these layers of clothing I was certain of one thing, I really needed to know. My mouth was salivating, my heart was pounding, every inch of me was determined to find out whether there was truth in that saying. Whether this man could satisfy me more than I’d ever been satisfied in my life.
I heard him speak, his words a whisper but clear as a sharp knife, “I wanted you the moment I saw you step into this club. I watched you down below that whole time, saw your asshole boyfriend ignoring you. I needed to know you, I needed to understand you, I needed to show you there was more than him.”