Club Manhattan (Club Secrets USA Book 3) (3 page)

“Mmm, I’ve missed this so,” she murmured, and opened her mouth wide, taking him in and down her throat in one quick motion.

David groaned as her wet lips surrounded him, and she sucked ravenously as she reached behind him and fondled his balls. He saw the look of passion on her face, and he filled his fists with her hair as he pushed her face to him.
 

Andrea took in his full length with barely a gag and slid her hands up to grab his cheeks, but David didn’t release her. He left her no choice but to suck him off. David felt her throat relax, and he slid down a little further. Andrea worked her lips and tongue around his cock, and he felt a pull in his groin as his balls contracted and fire spread down his shaft and shot into her mouth.
 

He untangled his fingers from her hair and dropped down on his knees, eye level with her. He pulled her toward him, panting after his extraordinary release.
 

“You are amazing, wonderful, talented, beautiful, and so much more,” he said cradling her face in his hands. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

He stood up, pulling her with him. He undid the zipper in the back of her short skirt and let it fall to the floor. He laughed heartily. She wasn’t wearing panties.
 

“I bet every man who enjoyed the beaver shots on that flight from Florida to New York is still thinking about it.”

She laughed. “Yeah, but they could only look, not touch.”

David pushed her toward the bed gently. Her legs hit the edge of the mattress and she slid backward on the sheets of the unmade bed. She sat with her back to the wall, her bent knees spread wide. She opened her pussy to him, pulling her lips apart with one hand and plunging three fingers of her other hand inside herself. She stroked herself several times, her face registering her pleasure.
 

Andrea pulled her fingers out and popped them in her mouth one at a time. David watched as she
 
sucked the juice off each one, lips tightly pressed around the finger.
 

David grinned. It took only seconds for his cock to revive. “Do that again,” he ordered, “but this time, I’ll do the taste test.”

Andrea dipped into her pussy. David heard swishing noises in her cunt and knew it was ripe with her juices. He sprang on the bed in front of her on all fours.

“Feed it to me now!” He opened his mouth wide.

Andrea treated him to her fingers slowly. Each time she slid another finger onto his tongue, he clamped his mouth around it, savoring every drop of her juice until he sucked it clean.

Still hungry, he set upon her, pushing against her inner thighs and opening her flower to its fullest. With a lustful groan, he licked around her folds, pushing the tip of his tongue into every crevice. He plunged his tongue into her hole, and she gasped as he pushed up.
 

Andrea’s musky scent drove him crazy, and he breathed in deeply as he tongue-fucked her. He felt her muscles contracting, and he tasted her fluids run into his mouth. Grabbing hold of her clit, he alternated pinching and releasing the hardened nub.

“Yes, David, harder!”

David withdrew his tongue and shoved his thumb in her while bringing his teeth down on her clit, biting it roughly.
 

Andrea went wild under his mouth. She clamped her bent knees around his head and lifted her hips up. Supporting herself with her arms on the bed, she humped away at this face until she came explosively. He let go of her clit, licking it to soothe where he had bitten.
 

When Andrea was still, she relaxed her legs and released David’s head from the vice grip. He sprang up on his knees, and pulled her away from the wall.

“Turn over on your hand and knees,” he fairly snarled.
 

Andrea flashed her vixen grin that made him even wilder and complied.

Cupping his hand beneath her cunt, he dipped his fingers in her wetness and spread her slickness from end to end. With his free hand, he opened his nightstand drawer and grabbed a tube of lubricant and squirted a dollop on the puckered brown rim of her rear opening.
 

He massaged the spot, pressing his forefinger against the rim. Andrea raised her butt higher and laid her chest flat, bringing her face to the mattress. David pushed in, working the ointment down as he slid his finger in to the first knuckle, then the second. He pulled back slowly and then pressed back in, repeating the motion until his entire finger was sliding in and out of her.

Andrea bucked the bed. “Yes, David. That’s so good. Fuck me now.”

David stopped completely, and Andrea turned her head questioningly.

“What’s wrong?”
 

“It’s my call when you get fucked.”

Andrea closed her eyes and breathed, trying to control her desire long enough to have a conversation.

“Please, fuck me, David, please.”

David smiled. “That’s better. I like it when you ask.”

He pressed the tip of his cock against her empty opening. “Is this where you want me to put this?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please fuck me there.”

“How do you want it, Andrea? Do you want to be fucked hard?” David moved his finger deeper into her ass.
 

“Or should I fuck you nice and slow?” He pressed the head of his cock into her vaginal opening.

“Fuck me hard, now.”

David stopped again. “Wrong answer.”

Andrea smacked her hand against the mattress in frustration.

“I don’t understand. You asked.”

“The correct answer is to ask what I want, to tell me to do what I want.”

Andrea took a deep breath. Her needs were overtaking her senses.

“David, my love, my body is yours to do what you will.”

David pushed in a little further. “I want to please you, Andrea.”

“Oh yes, David, like that. Deeper—if it pleases you.”
 

David smiled. “I’ll show you what pleases me.” He rammed his cock deeply into her in one swift push.

“Yes, yes. Fill me, complete me.”
 

Andrea contracted her inner muscles tightly around him, and David pounded her from behind while continuing to glide his finger in and out of her rear opening. The slapping of skin upon skin mixed with her shrieks and his grunts.
 

Every nerve ending in his body was aflame as her muscles clamped around his cock and finger. He felt the burning heat pass through him, and he grabbed her hair as he reared back on his knees, then thrust in for the final time.

“Come, now!” he ordered.
 

She screamed out with pleasurable release, and he exploded into her core. He pressed deeply into both her openings, holding still at maximum penetration until her body stopped moving.

Once she was still, David withdrew and fell on top of her.

Andrea tapped on him and he slid off, moving up to the top of the bed and sinking back against the pillows. He patted the mattress next to him, motioning for her to join him. She put her hand under the other pillow as she slid up to snuggle next to him.
 

Andrea sat up abruptly, holding up the pair of thong panties that she pulled out from under the pillow. “Well, since I wasn’t wearing any when I arrived, these can’t be mine.”

David groaned. He thought he had checked everywhere to eliminate traces of Jessica from his place. He leaned forward and put his arms around her, trying to pull her down next to him again, but she resisted.

She turned to him, twirling the undergarment on her index finger. David grabbed it from her.
 

“Andrea, you know that I’m in a BDSM program at Club Manhattan, and that I enrolled because of you.”

“Yes, but I thought your sessions were limited to the classes and conducted at the school.”

“And you haven’t been to Club Secrets or Miami since I’ve been in New York?”

Andrea’s face fell and she looked at her hands. David once more put his arms around her, and this time she allowed him to pull her to him.

“I don’t want to be a jealous bitch,” she said. “I guess finding the evidence in my hand like that was bad timing after what just happened here.”

David kissed her neck and squeezed her hard. “I’m sorry. I really did try to clean up for you. I guess I’m not a very good housekeeper.”

Andrea relaxed in his arms. “I’m exhausted. I was up at the crack of dawn to get ready for my flight, and waited for two hours in the airport before boarding. Then the three-hour flight, cab ride to your apartment, and our rigorous little homecoming session has me all worn out.”

David kissed the top of her head. “Let’s take a nap. Later, we can shower and get a bite to eat. How about we order in a pizza and watch movies in bed tonight? I have a special bottle of wine chilling for us now. How does that sound?”

Andrea nodded her head, kissed his cheek, and closed her eyes. She was sleeping seconds later.

* * *

David was restless. They were on their third chick flick, and he was tired of the silly antics of bridesmaids, cheerleaders, and nitwit teenage girls. He nudged her.

“Come on, Andrea. It’s almost midnight, and the Club is probably just getting hot. Let’s go out.”

Andrea drained her wine glass. “Sure, I’d love to see what that place is all about. I’m just a little nervous about running into your classmates.”

David sat on the edge of the bed. “That’s not likely. We’ll be hanging out in the Club, which is very much like Club Secrets. The area where I take my classes is downstairs, and most people don’t even know it’s there.”

“You mean like the back rooms at Club Secrets?”

“No, although the Dungeon is also by membership only.”

“The Dungeon?”

“That’s what the room with the equipment where all the play takes place is called.”

Andrea raised an eyebrow. “What kind of equipment?”

“Oh, you know. Handcuffs, restraints, spanking benches, fuck chairs.”

Andrea’s eyes widened, and she shook her head. “No, I didn’t know. They don’t have any stuff like in the rooms at the clubs in Florida.”

“Upstairs at Club Manhattan they have private and group fuck rooms, like they do at home. But the Dungeon is very different. There’s not much swinging. It’s about partnership, not sharing.”

Andrea rose from the bed. “Great, I can’t wait to try it out with you. Come on, let’s get going.”

David laughed and pulled her close to him. “I don’t get to use the downstairs rooms outside of class. It’s for the BDSM community exclusively, and I haven’t been formally accepted in yet.”

Andrea pouted. “I don’t understand. You’ve said all along that you’re doing this training for me, and I don’t get to partake in any of the fun?”

David put his finger under her chin. “You look like a little girl when you pout like that. Listen, whether you know or not, you have been partaking in my training. That’s what this afternoon was about. As much as I take control, one of my primary responsibilities is to make sure your needs are met. Part of what I do is taking command, and part is giving you what you want.”

“So, it’s just going to be the two of us tonight?”

David shook his head. “Andrea, I know how you like to play with other women. That’s why we’re going to hang in the back rooms at Club Manhattan. There’s lots of swinging going on there, and I have a feeling you’ll feel right at home.”

Andrea brightened. “Can I pick her? Or, does she have to be your choice?”

David smiled. “How about we find someone we both agree upon. Believe me, it won’t be hard. Some of the most beautiful women in the world are at Club Manhattan.”

Andrea grabbed her suitcase and opened it on the bed. “Well, then I’ll just have to pick out my sexiest outfit, won’t I?”

David came up behind and put his arms around her waist. “Baby, they ain’t seen nothing yet. Not one of those women compares to you. When they see you, those babes are going to standing in line to fuck with us.”

Andrea turned around and hugged him. “Now I really can’t wait to get there. Hurry and get dressed, David.”

* * *

David led Andrea directly to the back rooms of Club Manhattan. They could do everything in the back that they could do in the front—eat, drink, socialize, and find willing partners—but in the back they could do without their clothes. Much more efficient, considering the goal of the evening was to find a ménage partner and head to a private room for some fun.

After undressing in the locker rooms, they met at the bar. It didn’t take long for a circle of interested parties to form around them. Andrea was new to the scene, and most of the regulars wanted to sample.
 

David caught a glimpse of a dark exotic beauty across the bar. He guessed she was from the islands, or perhaps South America. Her skin was mocha silk and she had long, black wavy hair. Her brows were thick but beautifully arched over almond-shaped, wide-set eyes. She didn’t appear to be wearing any makeup except dark red lipstick on her full lips, which revealed straight white teeth when she smiled.

He had seen her before, pole dancing on one of the stages in the front room of the club. He had been impressed with her grace and flexibility. The woman obviously had dance training and the body to show it off to its best advantage.
 

He managed to catch her eye and sent a grin across to her. She smiled back and inclined her head to the empty seat beside her.

He took hold of Andrea’s elbow. “There’s someone I want to meet,” he said in her ear, and artfully disengaged from the crowd around them. He made a beeline for the open seat next to the dancer, pulled out the chair for Andrea, and stood behind the two women, one hand on the back each chair.

“Hello,” she said. “I’m Monique.” She leaned over and kissed Andrea’s cheek.
 

“I’m Andrea, and this is David,” Andrea replied, motioning to him with her drink.

Andrea flashed David a look that told him he had selected well.
 

“Your first time?” Monique asked Andrea.

“To this club. I live in South Florida and go to the Club Secrets there.”

“Mm,” Monique said. She turned to David. “I’ve seen you here before.”