Bang (A Club Deep Story)(6)

He pulls me against him, a glint in his eye, and then his mouth is on me  and I'm gasping. His lips are sinful fire. Every pull of his lips drops  straight through my stomach and now I'm even wetter than before. My  body is practically begging for him. He takes his time, sucking me in  long, slow, pulls that make me moan. My nipple is flushed and swollen  before he moves to the other one and gives it the same treatment. I'm  out of breath when he decides that he's finished. If this is what it  feels like to have his lips on my breasts, I'm honestly not sure that  I'll survive the night. Because I know that we're not stopping here.  "Fantasy number one," he whispers.

"You wanted to do that?"

"If I wasn't dying to touch the rest of you, I'd keep going, see if I  could make you come with just my lips and my hands on these." He  squeezes, running his thumbs over his handiwork, and it makes me moan.  "I bet I could, couldn't I?"         

     



 

"I don't know." I really don't. I don't think any man I've been with had  ever spent as much time with my breasts as Hudson just did. Possibly  combined.

"Well, let me mark that down as something to try in the future."

"Okay," I say, still breathless. Meeting his eyes through the mask, I  realize I want to see him. I don't want us to be anonymous for this. I  reach for it. "Can I take this off?"

He nods, and I gently pull it away from his face. It's amazing how  something as small and simple as a mask can transform someone. He's just  what I remember-tan skin and perfect features, and now I know how  expressive his eyes are and it makes them stand out even more. Hudson's  hands slide under my hair and he unties my mask too, and my breath  catches. When he takes off the mask he'll see me. One layer gone away  from this confident persona that I'm putting on. Anxiety crawls in my  gut, and I'm not sure I'm ready for him to see me like that. I don't  know that he'll like the me that's boring and normal and not a badass in  lingerie. But he pulls my mask away from my face and then we're just  two people. My heart is still beating out of my chest. "Hello," he says.

"Hi."

I kiss him again, and this time I feel like I'm on fire. He's turned me  on and now I want all of him. I know he's right there with me. His hands  slide up my back, stroking my spine and holding me to him. He lifts be  up and back, and I feel the table underneath me. "Lie back."

"Is this another one of your fantasies?"

The corners of his mouth tip up into a smile. "Maybe."

I do as he asks, leaning back until I'm flat on the table, even though  my legs are still tangled with his. He runs a palm down my body, from my  breasts to my stomach and lower, catching my underwear and pulling. I  have to lift my hips in order for them to come off, and doing that gives  him an absolutely perfect view of my pussy as it appears. The look on  his face when he sees it is enough to send heat roaring through my body.  I don't move, holding myself still and letting him look even though my  normal instinct would be to blush and close my legs.

"You're so wet already." His eyes flicker to mine and back.

"There's a reason for that."

He grabs my hips, fingers caressing and supporting, keeping me lifted,  and suddenly I realize just how close I am to his mouth. I remember that  these curtains are sheer and that I'm naked. "People will be able to  see."

"Maybe I want them to see," he says, moving his mouth closer to me.  "Maybe I want them to watch while I make you squirm and moan."

My breath goes short in my chest. "How are you going to do that?"

"I'd rather show you than tell you."

I expect him to dive in quickly, to devour me. I'm hoping for that. I  want him to plunge deep inside me with his tongue and make me moan. But  he doesn't do that. Just like earlier, he takes his time, he's  deliberate. I feel his breath first, gently blowing on my clit. It feels  intimate in a way I'm not used to and sends chills running up my spine.  I'm sensitive and he hasn't even touched me yet. There. The barest  touch of his tongue on my clit, the very tip of it. And again. An again.  Slowly, he licks his way into me, every time he touches letting me feel  a little more of him. It's both glorious and maddening. He doesn't let  my hips move, even though I try. I can't make him let me closer to his  mouth. I was wet before he undressed me, but now I'm dripping. I can  feel it running down my thighs. I want him to taste it, to drink me in.  But he's still using that tongue of his to drive me crazy, one lick at a  time.

Slowly, pleasure takes hold low in my gut. My body latches on to the  rhythm of his tongue, and suddenly every stroke feels like pure  pleasure. Drawing me closer and closer to a waterfall of pleasure. I  want to go over the edge and I want to stay here in this limbo that's  nothing but pure feeling. I can't do both, and I know what he's going to  choose because Hudson doesn't stop. He doesn't hesitate, just keeps  going, and I can't keep quiet. The moans coming out of me are sure to be  heard outside of our alcove and the thought makes me even hotter.         

     



 

I grip the edges of the table, my back arching, trying to both get  closer and run from the edge of sensation. I see movement past the  curtain. People, more than one, watching me, and I shudder with the  knowledge that I'm seen in this state. That I'm not only arousing Hudson  but also the strangers beyond the curtain. I'm shaking with the  pleasure of his mouth, begging for him to just let me come even though I  know-I sense-that he's only going to do it when he chooses. I collapse  back down onto the table, gripping the edges of the table with all my  strength. I'm so close.

Hudson covers my clit with his mouth and sucks, and I break open. I  scream, wetness gushing from me in a flood. I can feel him drinking me  up as the orgasm tears through me, pure white pleasure twisting through  my nerves and making me blind and deaf. It feels like fireworks going  off inside me, fierce and bright and beautiful before they disappear.  His mouth is still on me, fully now, tongue lapping inside my entrance  and feasting on me.

I think that he'll stop. That he'll let me down easy so I can recover.  He doesn't. Everything just gets more intense. He seals his mouth over  me, sucking hard. Again and again until I'm suddenly on that edge again.  I'm biting my lip, shaking my head to keep from screaming. I can't come  again. Not this close together. I've never done that. I don't think  it's possible.

But then, tonight has been a night for the impossible.

Between his tongue circling my clit, dragging down across my pussy and  back, and the way he's sucking me like I'm the best thing he's ever  tasted, I can't stop it. I fall over that invisible edge into a sheer  ocean of pleasure. It's greater than before. So big that I get lost in  it, float in it, never want to come down. And still his mouth is there,  tasting me, drinking me, consuming me. This time though, he lets me go.  He releases my hips onto the table as I come back from what felt like a  journey into the dimension of pleasure. My body is limp with it, and I  look at him, impossibly aroused again by the sheen left on his lips.

"Fantasy number two."

I'm still out of breath, and it shows in my voice. "How many fantasies do I get tonight?"

"Just three."

"Good," I laugh, "I'm not sure I could handle more than that."

He raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

The way he's looking at me, I'm not anymore. I could very well stay here  all night, letting him play out his fantasies. My mouth goes dry at the  thought. "What's number three?"

Hudson stands, towering over me, spread across the table as I am. He  drops his shirt next to my clothes, and undoes his pants with quick,  sure movements. My eyes are glued to him as his pants disappear, and  then his underwear, and I'm staring at what must be the most gorgeous  cock I've ever seen. I'm not the kind of person that would normally  describe a cock as gorgeous, but it is. It's thick and straight and  perfect, and it makes my mouth water just looking at it. I was right to  have him use his fantasies to find mine, because I just did. I want to  see the look on his face when I put my mouth on him. I want to do to him  what he just did to me.

He rolls a condom onto his cock and leans down, pulling my hips to the  edge of the table. "Number three. Fucking you while you're spread out  for me like this."

I feel a gush of wetness, and I blush. The way his words reach into my  gut and turn me on, I've never felt anything like it before. It's raw  and animal and I don't know if I'll ever have enough of it. "Do it," I  say. "Fuck me."

This time he doesn't hesitate. Fitting his cock against my entrance, he  sinks into me in one long stroke. I groan, the sensation both familiar  and new. God, I missed this. I swear, I'm never going this long without  sex again. Hudson pushes inside until he's pushed up against me, his  skin flush against mine. It feels so natural to wrap my legs around his  hips and lock him against me. I squeeze down on his cock and watch him  close his eyes, see the muscles in his jaw jump as he grits his teeth. I  like the feeling of him inside me. I like the way it feels to adjust to  him, to suddenly be bready for more than this closeness. To want  movement and energy and that raw more more more.