Bang (A Club Deep Story)(5)

"It's not a service we provide, but it's something I'm more than willing to do for you."

My breath stills in my chest, and it feels like time stands still. If I  were just me right now, this would terrify me. But I'm not me. I'm a  woman of mystery at a party, and this is everything I've wanted. "I  think I'd like that."

His smile is slow and sensual. "Come on, the thing really worth seeing  is this way." Just beyond us, at the end of the balcony, is a thick  velvet curtain that I didn't notice. And I let him pull me through into a  different world.





5





Beyond the curtain is a giant space, all burgundy velvet drapes and  purple lights. Aerialists hang from the ceiling and alcoves filled with  couches and candles are visible behind misty curtains. It's magical and  the energy is purely sexual. It's not as blatant as downstairs where  everything is on display, instead here the music is quieter, and the  moans from the alcoves provide their own soundtrack, with half-hidden  glimpses of the acts being performed as we walk by.

"This is our special event space," Hudson says. "We open it whenever we  have a party like this. You should see it when we decorate it for  Christmas."

"I'm sure it's gorgeous," I say. He pulls me all the way to the end and  into an empty alcove with a luxurious couch and table where there's  champagne in a bucket and a centerpiece of candles on the low table.  "How did you already have this set up?"         

     



 

Hudson smiles. "There are some advantages to being the owner."

"Meaning you asked for this to be set up when you heard that I was  here?" I slide myself down onto the couch, crossing my legs and letting  the sheer robe fall open.

He sits down next to me, close enough to touch, but not. "Exactly."

Everything in here is perfect and gorgeous from the butter softness of  this couch to the crystal champagne glasses. He's the one who leans  forward and fills those same glasses and hands me one.

"Why champagne?"

"Why not?"

I give him a look and he laughs. "I thought it was appropriate."

"Okay, what are we celebrating?"

"Well," he clears his throat, "we can celebrate that you haven't spilled anything on me."

"There's still time." I clink my glass against his and take a sip. It's  like a bottled cloud, perfectly dry and fizzy and easily the best  champagne that I've ever had. "Wow."

Hudson is smirking. "Here at Club Deep we go above and beyond to make sure that our clients have only the best."

I take another sip. "But something tells me that not every customer gets this."

He nods, conceding the point, and I take another drink. It's hard not to  when it's so damn good. Emptying the glass, I put it on the table and  lean closer to Hudson. I can see his eyes are a deep brown in the mask,  but not a flat brown. It's the kind that has depth. If you looked into  them when the sun was shining you'd see all different shades of brown  and maybe even some green around the edges. All I know right now is that  they're focused on me with an intensity that drags up that arousal  that's becoming familiar tonight. "But really," I say, lowering my  voice. There's a sensation in the air that feels like it might be broken  if I raise my voice any more. "What are we celebrating?"

Hudson tips the rest of his champagne back and places his glass on the  table next to mine. "Have you ever felt like something was meant to  happen?"

"Depends on what you mean," I say, giving him a coy smile. I know what  he's referring to. But the champagne is making me bold, and I'm here in  my underwear with a sexy man and I want nothing more than to not be  myself. So I won't be. He'll like this version of me better.

"I mean that when you spilled coffee on me this morning, it felt … " his voice disappears, and he just stares at me.

"Yeah," I say. "Me too."

His throat moves as he swallows. "I didn't actually think that you would come. Even though I hoped that you would."

I move closer again. "And what did you hope would happen if I did show up?"

"I think we're moving closer to the realm of fantasy," he says, smiling.

"Does that mean I'm not allowed to hear it?"

Our lips are so close it almost feels like we're touching even though  there's a sliver of air between us. One of us has to make the first  move, but this feeling is electric-we're on the verge of something we  both know we won't be able to take back. It will be too big to take  back.

"I don't know if it's fair for me to tell you my fantasies when I'm trying to help you find yours," he says softly.

Confidence slithers up my spine and I arch into him, pressing my body  into his even though our lips still aren't touching. "I have a better  idea. Why don't we use your fantasies in order to find mine? That way we  both get what we want." Reaching out, I put my hand on him. Right where  he's hard. I have never done something like this, and it feels good.  Exhilarating. I try not to marvel at how big he is through his pants,  try not to move or breathe, just let my statement sit. Let him take it  in.

Hudson closes the gap and his lips are on mine. Oh god, it's been so  long since I've just been kissed, I've got butterflies in my stomach and  everything. His lips are soft, and as he presses them harder onto mine,  I feel his hand on my waist, fingers stroking the skin there. Even just  that touch lights me up. My body is reacting so strongly, so quickly,  that I blush. Even though it's been a long time, I didn't realize that  it would feel like this. It's never felt like this. Ever.         

     



 

He pulls away and I see the shock in his eyes. I'm glad he felt it too. "Wow."

"Yeah."

His hand slips around my neck and pulls me to him again, and I'm flush  against him: lips and breasts and legs and I love the feeling of being  this close. At the studio, I only politely touch people to show them how  to pose, barely brushing them. My own work has no people in it. This  closeness feels wild and freeing, like a lightning bolt straight to my  brain and I want more. More. Hudson's mouth opens and his tongue strokes  across my lips, a silent request. I open for him, and oh god it's so  much better. He presses deeper into my mouth, his hand firm on the back  of my neck, holding me in place while our tongues twist together.

I pull back from him just enough to reach between us, feeling for his  buttons. I want a glimpse of what I saw this morning when the coffee  spilled. There are abs under this shirt and I want to touch them. Hell, I  think I might want to lick them. I undo the buttons, one by one,  pushing the fabric aside and letting my fingers drift down his skin.  Even with just my fingers, the way his skin feels on mine is  intoxicating. I trace my way from his collar bone all the way to his  stomach, memorizing him by touch because my eyes are closed.

He pulls back for a breath, and I drag my eyes open. Somehow it feels  harder to breathe now that he's not kissing me. Like now that I've  started, I can't stop.

"You never told me," I say, "what your fantasy was."

"That's because it wasn't just one," he says, smiling. "In between this  morning and now I think I imagined you and me a hundred different ways."

Those words steal my breath in an entirely new way. I want to know every  single way he thought about me. I want him to play out his imagination  with my body. I never want him to stop. "Show me."

"Okay." He reaches out, behind the couch, and pulls a cord that had been  hidden. A tiny bell sounds and that same gauzy back curtain falls in  front of our alcove, and I see a girl dressed in black slip in to take  our glasses just as Hudson kisses me again. I could get lost in these  kisses, surrendering myself to them like a drug. But instead, I kiss him  back. I push forward and climb into his lap, straddling his lap and  kissing him harder. I can feel his cock between my legs, pressing right  where I want it, separated by just a layers of fabric. That suddenly  seems like a couple of layers too many. Hudson's hands find the ties on  my robe. "As sexy as you look in this, I can't wait to see you without  it."

He pushes the robe off my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor  behind me. Even though the robe was completely sheer, suddenly being  without it feels ten times more intimate. My instinct is to pull away  and hide, embarrassed. So I do the exact opposite, shrugging my  shoulders out of the straps of my bra and dropping it next to the robe.  Hudson's eyes are locked on my breasts, and his hands slide up my ribs,  not stopping until he has one in each hand. My nipples harden as he  touches me, and the chill runs through the rest of me.

There's a small smile on his face. "Look how perfect they are," he says. "It's like my hands were made to hold them."

"They might have been made for your mouth too."