Python(13)

Besides, most women just throw themselves at my feet. Destiny isn’t that kind of woman by a long shot.

I know that she’s fucking playing with me, but she’s doing it from a place of full confidence, not one of neediness. In fact, if there’s anyone needy, it’s gotta be me; I’m almost desperate to claim her pussy as mine.

But a flash of her eyes tells her she knows that I’m playing with her.

“No guy has lasted as long as you have sitting across from me and not given up,” Destiny says, as if reading my mind. “In case you were wondering.”

“I’m not most fucking guys, Destiny baby,” I say gruffly.

“I know that,” she replies, and then flashes her eyes and gives me a wicked grin. “Python.”

“I could make you all kind of offers, Destiny.” My heart is picking up the pace, and I already feel boiling blood making traveling between my legs. My cock is twitching again, and I figure that I've got two minutes before I’m wielding a fucking mallet for a cock.

“Do any of them involve working at your club?” Destiny asks. “I like the hot men you have there, but it’d take a lot for me to leave my club… Unless you have something really interesting going on in there,” she whispers, leaning in to me.

She stressed the last part of her sentence, but I have no clue what she’s talking about. Unless… No, there’s no way she knows what we do at Python behind closed doors.

“Of course there’s something really interesting there,” I flash her a quick smile, and then just lean back against the seat.

“You’re talking about yourself, aren’t you?” she chuckles, plucking one more strawberry and slowly biting into it. Forget about my cock twitching, I’m getting fucking hard now.

“You said it, not me. But if you really wanted, you could come and work for me. I could use someone like you.” Surprising me, she gets up from her seat. For a fraction of a second I think I said something and that she’s leaving, but she just walks up to me and places her hands on her hips.

“Sorry, Austin. You’ll never convince me to leave my club,” she says softly. “I mean, why would I do that?”

Now it’s her turn to grin at me, a burning wickedness flickering in her eyes. “I mean, Dirty Destiny is so much better than Python.” She’s at least as cocky as I am, I have to give her that.

But Dirty Destiny being better than Python? Jesus, now she’s just fucking crazy.

“You know, that fucking hurt,” I say to her. Don’t worry, doll. Destiny knows I’m fucking teasing her. She knows what kind of rodeo I run. “Your words, they’re... hard,” I tell her, and then she just leans and places her hand on my crotch, squeezing my half-hard cock.

We’re both silent as her hand squeezes my throbbing cock one more time. My brain is about to fucking explode.

“Not really. But it’s got potential,” she says.

Did she really just fucking say that?

Or did I just imagine it?

I take one deep breath and look down, and there’s her hand, her fingers curled around the hard shape under my pants.

Acting without fucking thinking, I go up to my feet.

Our faces are close, and it feels as if the air separating our mouths is electrified somehow. Leaning into her, I place my lips next to her ear.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper. “Explore that potential.”

She smiles.





7





Destiny





Well, I didn’t expect to end up in his apartment, that’s for sure. But it just seemed like the right thing to do, you know? Sure, Lester warned me all about Austin—how there’s more under the surface, how Python isn’t really what it seems to be. But I’m a grown girl, and I can take care of myself. And this is just sex, it’s not like I’m going to marry him.

“You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?” I ask Austin the moment we step inside his apartment, a devilish smile dawning on my lips. He doesn’t even show me around; he just pauses and, with a growl, runs his hand up my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair. He yanks my head back and, looking me straight in the eye, grins.

“That’s right,” he tells me, his grin widening with each of his words. “But so have you,” he continues, slowly leaning into me. He stops when there’s only one inch separating our lips and, as I try to close the distance, he yanks harder on my hair. Then, he finally crushes his mouth against mine, his full lips a perfect match.

Just one kiss, and he has already told me a lot about him. He wants control… He needs it. Even if I want the same things that he does, he wants to be the one in charge. Not because he wants to show off, or prove that he’s manly. It’s simply who he is, and I doubt that he knows how to live—and fuck—any other way. Maybe I’ll show him a thing or two… After all, I’m not known as the submissive type.