Derek places his hands on my breasts and raises them to his mouth, pushing them together so he can get both of my achingly hard nipples into his mouth.
Derek sucks his cum off of my nipples while stroking my breasts with his tongue. His hands trace the curve of my hips and around my belly button lightly dragging his fingers across the rest of my stomach. His mouth closes over mine, kissing me so that we can both taste the incredible cum we've both produced.
I love that he's just so filthy—not every man would be willing to get his cum in his mouth and, like, that's ridiculous considering they want us to swallow it. But I'd do just about any dirty thing with Derek and my only thought would be more.
I've never craved anyone or anything the way that I crave him.
Derek traces his fingers up and down my stomach. He breaks our kiss, sucking my lower lip for a second and then his mouth is back on my breasts. He starts running his tongue across both of my nipples before putting them in between his teeth and tugging ever so gently on them.
Derek's hands slide further down my body to between my legs. He touches my swollen lips gently before parting them with the tips of his fingers. Touching my clit with the tip of his thumb, it doesn’t take much for my pussy to cream all over his fingers again, covering his fingers completely and making them slick and sticky. Derek pulls his fingers out and places them in his mouth, licking them clean. The sight is so erotic I actually moan just watching him.
The last call comes blaring through on the P.A system. Shit, we have completely lost track of time! Okay, yes, I do recall hearing the DJ call for me earlier. If it sounded like his voice was underwater, drowned out by my lust, well right now the reality that it's 4 am and closing time is an earthquake, leveling everything in my brain.
"I have to go!" I say, a sharp departure from the moan only seconds ago was filling the air.
"Wait, give me your number!" Derek looks shocked, and I can tell he was as separated from reality as I was. "I have to have you again." His voice is a low growl that I feel all over my skin.
Frantically, I slide off my sticky thong and jot down my number quickly with a permanent marker that just happens to be in this room—my phone isn't with me because they don't allow those in the V.I.P. room.
"I was so wet when I had that on," I say as if that's the appropriate response to the wild evening we've just had. As I'm trying to run out, I see Derek sniff the soaked fabric.
"Oh, I'll remember your scent." Derek's voice has the power to make me wet all over again...as if there hasn't been a moment in his presence I wasn't drenched.
Fuck, that's when I whip out of the VIP room, and when I dash out the door, I realize I really just gave that guy my thong, so my bare ass is out. I stand on the floor, stupefied. I fucked a client and walked out of the VIP room after I gave him my bottoms and I missed final call. I missed my call to the stage. Fuck!
9
Derek
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this completely satisfied before. Strolling out of the VIP room, I can’t keep the smirk off my face. Sapphire was incredible. So much better than any woman I’ve ever been with in my life.
So hot, so sexy, a total wild thing coming apart in my hands.
Her screams of ecstasy are still ringing in my ears as I make my way across the club.
“Yo, Derek!”
I turn and find that a couple of my friends are still here, girls draped all over them.
“Dude, the place is about to close,” one of them calls. “Hope you got some.”
I grin, sure that it’s written all over my face. I got way more than any of those jokers, that’s for damn sure.
“Don’t you want to know.” I stop at the table, not really wanting to talk to anyone. Just wanting to keep reliving this night in my head over and over.
A stripper moves from my friend’s lap and walks toward me, her heavy-lidded eyes full of desire. She taps my chin with a manicured nail. “I can take care of you if you want to leave satisfied.”
I move away from her, not even looking at her as I say, “More than satisfied, thanks.”
She pouts, and I look past her, tipping my chin at my boys as I turn to leave. “Catch you later.”
The cocktail waitress from earlier stops me as I’m almost to the door. “Anything else I can get for you tonight?” she purrs, her voice heavy with meaning.
I shake my head, pushing past her. “I’m good.”
More than good. I’m fucking great. Perfect, really. And for the first time I can remember—probably forever—I can’t get my mind off the woman I just fucked.
What the hell does that even mean? I don’t even know.
I step outside and walk to my limo, still parked right out front. Yet another perk of being a prince; no waiting around when I’m ready to go. Sinking into the leather seats, I tell my driver to take me home.