“Wait—”
The door closed on my feeble resistance.
I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the dimness in this small space that smelled cleaner than the rest of the VIP rooms out there. Or maybe it was just that I didn’t have to face those three creeps anymore that my outlook on life was that much clearer and easier to deal with.
Letting out another deep breath after the rush of panic when I was cornered, I lifted my gaze to watch my hero. This man had busted in there like a godsend, rescuing me from those men touching me. I hadn’t been hit. I hadn’t been raped. Because of this tall, dark, brooding man, I was spared a worse fate.
But he couldn’t be a gift from any god looking like this.
Stuck in a silent staring contest, we regarded each other like two adversaries unsure of whose turn it was to make a move.
With mussed-up brown hair, he seemed wild and untamed. The tailored suit that clung to his muscular body suggested he hid a beastly power. If I hadn’t witnessed him in action, so easily taking down all three of those creepy men without breaking a sweat, I wouldn’t have believed it.
The lean features of his face made him appear harder and stonier than I wanted to think he was. And that dark brown stare, so menacing yet curious, convinced me that he would be more of a devil than an angel.
It didn’t matter.
All that I cared about was that he was here. And he’d given a damn to intervene when I was so clearly outnumbered and stuck in a shitty situation.
“Um.” I couldn’t rely on a stupid, sultry smile and wear it like it was part of my uniform. Oftentimes, that was my uniform. Nude but smiling to con men to give me every dollar they had. Stunned and still reeling from the roller coaster of fear to panic, then anger to relief, I wasn’t able to think, let alone speak.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
Even his voice was gruff and gravelly, like there could be nothing soft or gentle about him at all. I knew he wasn’t a tender man. He’d just strolled up and nearly killed those men without flinching. Like it was nothing.
And he had the clarity of mind to ask if I was okay?
No one ever gave a shit about me to check whether I was okay.
Not a single person cared about how I was doing or if I was struggling.
I was so far from okay that I wouldn’t know how to get there again—if I ever had been “okay” in this tough life I’d endured so far.
He did, though.
With that slow, measuring, and calculating stare that he dragged up me, he was expecting an answer.
“I…” Nodding quickly, I felt stupidly shy. I, an experienced stripper, was shy. “I am now.”
He gave a curt nod, just a slight lift of his head. Then he played dirty. As his lips slowly tugged into a lazy smile, he pushed me out of my comfort zone into uncharted territory.
I’d never had a man look at me like that before. Not the hazed-over, lusty stare that many men gave me when I was on stage. Not the narrow-eyed squint of figuring out how to use me for what they wanted.
He checked me out with such an intense interest that attraction ran like a current between us. Confined in this private room, just the two of us, I had a whole new experience of being alone.
I was alone—with him.
It went to my head, exciting me to interest a rugged man like him. And it went to my pussy, warming me up from the inside out that I could snag a guy like this to look at me with the intention of devouring me whole.
“I’m more than okay now,” I replied, honest and wishing I could lose some of this honest attraction to borrow the fake seductress act I used on stage. “And I wish I could thank you for saving me out there.” I stepped to the side, giving him room to walk further into the room.
He hadn’t asked for this space. Neither had I. I realized now that we just happened to be near the line and the man overseeing the rooms had assumed we wanted one.
“And how might you do that?” he asked in a rough growl as he approached the chair. It was placed there, intended for a guest to sit and watch a private show. As he lowered his powerful body down onto it, not taking his eyes off me, he dragged the tip of his tongue along his lower lip.
Oh, God.
All of a sudden, I had a sinking suspicion that Nevaeh might not have been talking out of her ass and making it up when she teased me that my vibrators weren’t as good as the real thing. Because without knowing anything about this man, I could tell that he would be the best I could ever hope for. A man couldn’t be that drop-dead sexy and oozing masculinity and testosterone without being long and thick—and knowing how to wield such a sword.
“How can I thank you?” I didn’t mean to answer his question with one of my own, but I was too thrown off by this rabid desire that burned through my veins. Never before had I been this viscerally aware of a man. And never did I think I’d want one again after vowing to just be single from now on.
He nodded, watching as I approached him, putting extra emphasis into the sway of my hips as I walked. Surprisingly, he didn’t lower his gaze from my face. Even though I was wearing hardly anything, he wanted to keep that smoldering stare on my eyes as if he could bore through me and sizzle me from the inside out.
“How would you like me to thank you?” I asked once I stood directly in front of him.
Drowning me with that heated look, he parted his legs. “However you’d like to.”
Owing him a thanks went against my wishes. I didn’t want any man to expect anything from me. I didn’t look forward to being controlled like that at all. But with this stranger, I wanted to please him. I wanted to serve him.
The way he asked me what I wanted gave me the courage to go for it. All the naughty and filthy ideas that swept through my mind were all options like this.
Nothing about this night was going as expected, and with this strong man who’d shown that he cared enough to save me from others, I wanted to behave unexpectedly too.
Starting with a slow, grinding dance, I draped myself over him and moved to the low music playing from the room’s speakers. I ran my hands down his hard chest. I circled my legs around his waist as I ground down on his lap. I rubbed my breasts up near his face, shivering at the delicious heat of his hot breath on the skin I wanted to bare there.
“Thanks for getting me away from those men,” I whispered as I arched back over him, pushing my ass down toward the huge bulge in his pants.
Turning ever so slightly, he brought his lips to my cheek so near my ear. I held my breath as he snaked his arms over me to shove me back down over his lap as he whispered, “You’re welcome.”
Liquid heat pulsed through me at the wisp of air from his lips. It wasn’t right. I really shouldn’t. But something snapped inside me.
Closing the distance between us, I nudged my face against his until he could capture my mouth in a hard, punishing kiss. The moan that escaped my lips sounded so filthy and raw, but I didn’t care.
I couldn’t imagine touching any of the men out there, but in here, alone with this mysterious man who fought to protect me, I wanted to feel him everywhere.
I took his hand and pressed it down. In an unerring accuracy, he moved with me so that when his fingers dipped lower, they slipped under the flimsy fabric of my thong.
Losing the rhythm of dancing, I closed my eyes and stayed draped over him as he thrust those big fingers into my wet pussy. The skin at my entrance was already dripping for him from how taboo it was to be in here like this with a stranger. And as he stroked those two digits up and down, then plunged them inside, I was lost in this race to come. His arm over my stomach kept me on his lap. Still grinding down on his erection trapped inside his pants, I rode his fingers and reached up to grip his face.
Obeying the command to kiss him as he leaned into me but held me on top of him, I struggled not to pass out from the need for air. My heart had never raced any faster than this. My lungs had never begged for oxygen this much. But he owned me. He controlled my body, fingering me and making me drip with arousal.
“Thank you,” I whispered between panted breaths as he raised his other arm to rip my top off, “for coming in this room with me.”
“Fuck.” He said it as a grunt as he thrust up. Holding my breast in his free hand, he rubbed his thumb over the hard bud of my nipple. And as I lay back on him, legs spread wide as he fingered me, he pushed his hips up to grind his erection against my ass.
I held on to his face as he kissed me again, growling into my mouth as his tongue sought mine. But for as quickly as this all started, I was too damn close to coming. Toys would never measure up to a masterful man like him.
As I whined, so desperate for the relief of coming on his fingers, I cried out at the intense pressure so low in my womb. My pussy ached for more of him to fill me and stretch me. My nipples begged for more of his fingers to pinch me. “Thank you for—”
I gasped at the increased torture of his fingers on me. Adding his thumb into the mix, rubbing it over my clit, he urged me to come. I did, crying out so loudly that if he hadn’t muffled me with his mouth over mine, everyone in the other private rooms would’ve heard.
“More,” he growled as wave after wave of hot pleasure lanced through me. From my throbbing pussy, so sensitive from his rough touch, to the tips of my nipples that ached with the sweet release of this climax, I felt the intensity of this orgasm until I could barely nod at what he said.
“Give me more,” he demanded as he shifted me onto one of his thick thighs. Keeping his fingers in me, he unzipped himself and got his dick out.
Feeling his chest heave up proved how out of breath and riled up he was. I did that to him. Me.
Hearing his ragged inhales showed how quickly his heart was racing for me.
And feeling him slide me over the smooth, wide head of his cock had me moaning all over again.
“Thank you,” I whispered weakly. I’d just come on his fingers that he kept in me and I still wanted more. As he eased his fingers out, he shoved that big dick into me.
Arching my back, I welcomed the intense stretch of his cock thrusting all the way up into me. As soon as he rammed his length inside, I leaned up and put my hands on his knees to push back into him.
Setting up a fast dance of rocking back on his hardness pushed us both to come too quickly.
In this private room I hadn’t intended to enter, and with this man I didn’t realize I’d meet tonight, I rode his big shaft until we came together. My inner walls gloved him, and he groaned as he pushed me up one final time. Spread over his thighs, I shook at the bliss of his hands on my thighs, his nails digging into my flesh as he pulled me down on his jerking cock that spilled his hot cum up into me.
I knew better.
I wasn’t supposed to be at one of these private events to begin with.
And I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to cave to the desire of a rugged, demanding man who showed that he cared about me in the slightest.
But as I hung my head and willed my heart to slow down, I allowed a small smile of triumph and greedy pleasure that I’d let it happen anyway.
Just this once.
It’s only one time.
No harm in living a little.
Right?
