Awakening (29 page)

“Okay,” I say, taking in the room one more time.

The women on the dance floor are now a tight group. The one in the middle reaches up and takes off her shirt, revealing a cherry red bra holding her ample breasts, a smooth, tight stomach, and a tattoo on her back. The women get closer and all start touching her, caressing her. One woman drops to her knees and starts kissing her belly and hips as they dance. The men surge forward for better views.

“It looks like it’s getting pretty intense out there,” I say as Ryan leads us out of the room.

“Oh, yeah. There’s always a crowd of women willing to put on a show. They don’t play for real, they just tease and get everybody riled up.”

“Play for real?” I ask as we pass through a set of open doors.

We’re in a hallway, a few couples are making out against the walls. Hanging above them are photos of sexy women. There is a small room to the right and then the hallway extends to the left quite a ways. This place is a lot bigger than I thought.

Ryan leads me over to a small empty room on the right of the doorway. Inside, a contraption hangs from the ceiling, and a few chairs sit along the wall.

“That’s a sex swing. The woman gets in and the man can adjust the height so he can stand. Then she’s completely relaxed and comfortable, and he can stand up and screw her without holding her weight,” Ryan says this matter-of-factly.

“A sex swing,” I repeat slowly. “Okay. And the chairs?”

“So other people can enjoy the show,” He says, then turns to leave the space.

‘So other people can enjoy the show’, I repeat in my head. Maybe it’s the wine, but I am starting to feel torpid. We walk down the hall again, this time passing the double doors leading back to the dance floor and continuing on. A few paces away there’s another room off to the right. Stepping in, I see several flat screen TVs, all playing porn. Several couches are arranged in an X formation, facing each other.

Again, there are a few couples in various stages of making out, sexual play, one woman even looks naked, but I can’t tell in this light. All of a sudden, one of the women sitting on top of a man starts panting hard.

“Oh, yes. I’m going to come,” she says, her black, short hair thrashing around her head.

She starts moving up and down on him, and I see his hands holding her hips. I can’t see his face, but his legs are moving with her. She is breathing harder and harder, her hands clawing at her dress, pulling her hair back, and ripping off her mask. I turn to give them privacy, but Ryan pulls me back.

“It’s okay to watch. It’s why they’re here,” he says in my ear.

Shocked, I watch as she pulls her dress up over her head, leaving her completely naked. All eyes in the room are watching them and I hear him moaning from underneath her. She is holding her breasts, squeezing her own nipples, shaking her head and thrusting her hips all at the same time. Her desperate need for release has reached a frenzy.

“Come on,” she growls.

His hands reach up and wrap around her and he pulls himself up, mashing his chest into hers. She pulls his hair and screams, “Ah, Ah, AH!”

“There it is,” Ryan says, humor in his voice. “Come on. There’s more.”

I leave the couple to finish and follow Ryan out of the room. We walk another eight or ten feet and approach a quiet, dark room. The low light casts a blue hue across the space. There are three beds in various spots, two pushed together, one in a corner on its own. All of them are empty. A few couples line the walls and I hear whispering and kissing. One man is getting a hand job while watching another couple make out.

Ryan walks us over to the far side of the room and gently places me with my back against the wall, pressing his hard body into mine.

“I can’t control myself anymore. I can’t believe you’re here. I need to—” His mouth clamps down on mine, urgently kissing me. The fire smoldering inside of me erupts suddenly as I kiss him back, matching his urgency. Breaking the kiss to breathe, Ryan’s mouth moves down my jaw to my neck.

His touch ignites the inferno inside of me as a trail of fire runs across my skin. His hands move across my chest, my stomach, lingering on my breasts. My knees weaken and heat awakens that warm honey feeling deep within. Open mouth kisses trail down my shoulder to my chest, his mouth stopping briefly just on the underside of my breast. He inhales and moves closer to my nipple. I feel his teeth bite down on its hardened point through my shirt, causing my breath to quicken. Before I can stop it, a moan falls from my lips.

Embarrassed by the sound of my voice, I pull back, but I feel Ryan’s long hot breath through my shirt. His hands slip underneath, through the open mid-section, caressing my skin. I am wet and panting. I had no idea I was so turned on. Ryan continues his descent, leaving his hands lingering under my shirt, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

I feel his mouth on my belly; the fire inside of me is erupting. My hands find his hair, his shoulders. I have an overwhelming desire to touch him—I’m craving him. Again, a moan slips out of me. I open my eyes and look around the room. It’s almost a shock; I forgot we’re in a room full of people. Much to my relief, no one seems to have taken notice of us. We are anonymous in our passion.

Ryan’s mouth on my inner thigh brings me back. My skirt is up around my hips, exposing my garter belt, his mouth slowly making its way to my center. I close my eyes and surrender to his touch. I feel my legs relaxing, opening just slightly as his tongue slides across the lace barrier between us. I’m sure my arousal has soaked through the thin layer of fabric.

Ryan’s mouth is suddenly open and sucking me. My knees buckle with his intensity. His hands grab my ass and push me into him. I feel his tongue desperately trying to break through the lace. For some reason he hasn’t moved it aside. He pulls it with his teeth, sending electric jolts running down my legs. Warm honey fills my insides as his teeth and mouth pull and bite through the lace.

It’s maddening. Without the barrier, I know I would already have my sweet release, but with it there, I’m at his mercy, open, exposed longer while he works his magic. My head is resting on the wall, my legs are apart and my hips are forward, giving him as much access as I can. Still, his hands are on my ass, he’s not using them to move my panties. My body starts to ache for his long fingers. The need to feel his tongue directly on me, his hot breath unencumbered, is so strong I almost scream.

I move my hand to help, but he stops me, pressing me hard against the wall, grinding my hip back, holding my hand in place. Oh. He wants the barrier there! Damn him. I start thrusting my hips into his mouth, but then start sliding down on top of his face, his nose hitting my sweet spot, over and over again. I can feel my orgasm, just out of reach. Finally, his tongue moves the lace to the side and I feel his wet hot tongue directly on me. His hot breath pushes me over the top. Just as his tongue thrusts its way inside of me, I come. I can feel it from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head.

It explodes through me, ripping me apart. Now I’m thankful he is holding me against the wall; it’s the only reason I’m still standing. With each thrust of his tongue, my orgasm takes on new life. It seems to go on forever. I try to stop myself from crying out, but I know that I must be making some noise. Still, I don’t care. This feels too good. So right. So un-fucking-believably wonderful.

Ryan releases me and adjusts my panties, then stands beside me. I’m still panting against the wall, but at least my legs work.

“So. You like this place, huh?” he says conspiratorially in my ear.

I start to laugh while still trying to maintain some composure and quiet. “Yeah, just a little.”

He kisses my neck and grabs my hand, placing it on his rock hard cock. “So do I,” he growls.

I slide off the wall and push him in my place. Blazing with desire, I work the button and zipper on his jeans and drop his pants.

“Wait,” Ryan says as I drop to my knees before him. Before he can say anything else, I wrap my hand around the base of his long cock and slide his shaft into my mouth. I feel him slide down the wall a little. I’m pretty sure the moan I just heard was from him.

His cock is so hard; it’s throbbing in my mouth. After one long suck, sliding it all the way to the back of my throat, I slowly pull it out and rub his tip across my lips. As pre-cum leaks out, I lick it off with my tongue and slide him back in and out, this time quickly pumping his cock and sucking as hard as I can. His hands fist my hair and grip the back of my head, holding me in place.

I take him all the way into my mouth, opening the back of my throat and swallowing as much of him as I can. And then, just as suddenly, I pull him out and start pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. Letting him fuck my mouth. It feels slutty to be dressed, on my knees, having him fuck my mouth like this. It’s making me wet—the thought of being his slut. To perform for him like this.

He finally relaxes and lets his hips take over. I hold his hips while he moans, encouraging him to fuck my mouth harder. I taste his pre-cum and feel it on the sides of my face. His hands are on my head, holding me there. This feels so fucking good, knowing that he isn’t holding back, that he’s finally letting go with me. It is fucking hot!

He falters for a second then pushes my head into him. I open my throat again and take him in, just as his cum explodes into the back of my throat. Pushing him out just a little, I swallow and suck the rest out. After three or four mouthfuls, it finally stops coming. Ryan slides down the wall and joins me on the floor.

“Holy shit,” Ryan rasps. “I can’t breathe.”

I can’t help but be slightly proud of his undoing. I back into him and snuggle up close while he tries to get his breathing under control. I know we’ve made a scene, and people are probably watching, but I don’t want to look.

“Come on. We gotta get outta here,” Ryan says again, this time sounding more like himself.

As gracefully as I can in a short skirt, I get up and wait for Ryan to stand. Without looking up, I follow Ryan out of the room. He starts laughing as soon as we get to the hallway.

“What the hell was that, Young?” he says with a huge smile on his face. “Come on. We’ll finish the tour later. Let’s go back and get another drink.”

Still laughing, he takes my hand and leads me out the way we came.

CHAPTER TWENTY

It’s around one in the morning and just like Ryan predicted, the place is filling up. The dance floor is packed with people in various states of dress. Some fully dressed, others topless, some in skimpy teddies; one guy is in short shorts and suspenders—not the best look, if you ask me.

The club served a midnight buffet and we’ve been hanging around eating, dancing, drinking, and watching the show around us. According to Ryan, this is a pretty tame crowd; I guess I should be thankful for that, because they seem anything but to me.

I’ve been watching the flow of people. They come in, some wide-eyed like me, some playing it cool. They drink, wander around the dance floor, then disappear behind the double doors in twos and threes. Even the large crowds that show up together break up into smaller pairs and groups before going in the back.

The cocktail waitresses look tired and haggard as they clean up around us. Ryan looks like he just stepped out of a shower, as usual, but I feel the fatigue. I’m getting curious about what else is back there. I only saw three rooms before we, um, got distracted.

“Hey,” I call over the music to Ryan, “Do you want to go back and finish the tour? Seems like we ate most of the buffet.”

He looks at me and grins that salacious grin of his. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.”

He grabs my hand again and we head to the double doors. Just like before, the hallway is dark, quieter than the dance floor. This time there are people in the swing room.

As we walk by, I peek my head in. A woman is splayed out, floating in straps, and a man wearing nothing but a leather harness is having his way with her. There are several men in the chairs watching. It seems a little too intense for me.

The couch room is full, TVs still blaring. We pass the quiet room with the beds and I have a sense of deja vu. Must be the wine and the late hour. Ryan keeps walking until we get to a bank of windows. There are a bunch of people crowding the windows, so he slips into the room they’re all watching. Wow, I see why there’s a crowd. Ryan tucks us into a small spot against the wall.

There is one bed in here, with lights illuminating it as if it were a stage. A beautiful, naked woman in a devil mask lies in the middle of it with several men standing around her. One man seems to be in charge, standing near her head with his hand on her luscious breast, rolling her nipple slowly between his thumb and forefinger. There is another man on the other side, doing the same. There’s also a man rubbing his cock on her hip and stomach, while a fourth man has his head between her legs.

I am horrified and riveted at the same time. A man approaches her head, his cock in his hand, and indicates to the man on the left. He gets the nod and steps up, offering himself to her mouth. She moans and arches back to take him in.

Wow. I’m getting less horrified as I watch. She is definitely enjoying it. Another man steps up and starts caressing her body lengthwise, causing little shivers along her body. She moans in pleasure.