New Leaves, No Strings (10 page)

He retrieved a tissue from his
jeans pocket and leaned forward and gently wiped my stomach and between my legs,
then himself. He zipped up his fly and buttoned up his shirt as I pulled on my
skirt, my hands trembling. He turned me around to help tie my top, then slipped
his arms around me from behind, kissing the back of my neck and making my hairs
stand on end. He released me and turned me back around and licked his thumbs
and gently dragged them under my eyes.

‘Your mascaras run. There that’s
better. Come on baby you’re shaking. Let’s go in and refuel.’ He quickly kissed
me, grabbed my hand and led me back to the entrance.

As we walked through the club I
felt everyone was looking at us. Could people tell what we’d been doing or that
neither of us were wearing any underwear? It made me feel all the more naughty
and horny. He ordered us two bottles of water from the bar.

‘No alcohol?’ I asked as I hastily
glugged, enjoying the cool liquid running down my throat.

‘I don’t need anything else when
I’m with you Mia and I want you sober enough to remember every moment of this
evening.’ He took a swig from his bottle as he studied my face. ‘You look like
you’ve just been fucked, you have a sexy glow. It turns me on.’

‘It seems everything turns you on.
Do you dance?’ I shouted as I swivelled away towards the dance floor. I was
still trembling from my experience outside. I made my way into the centre of
the floor which was packed, hot and steamy as people moved in unison to the
music, which vibrated every part of me. I felt him come up behind me and place
a hand on my hip, pulling me backwards onto him. His other hand snaked up into
the back of my hair again as he kissed where my neck met my shoulder.

‘Everything about
you
turns
me on,’ he whispered making my stomach flutter.

I raised my arms above my head and
ground my hips in time to the music and he followed moving a hand over my bare
belly. His new erection pushed against my backside. Christ he wasn’t wrong, he didn’t
take long to get ready again and he could dance. He could really dance, it was
sexy and very dirty. This I could do with complete confidence, ten years of
dance training paid off. As our hips ground to the rhythm and we moved
together, I could see people watching us, fascinated. I turned to face him and
he pulled me in from the waist and kissed me again, his erection denting my
stomach. His hand slid into the slit of my skirt and caressed my bare bottom,
before moving to the front to stroke my thigh. His tongue searched my mouth, hungry
for more of me and I pushed my hips forward. As his fingers grazed my mound I
gasped.

‘We’ve got to get off this floor
unless you want me to come in front of all these people,’ I groaned.

‘I have to admit that’s been a
fantasy of mine, but with you though, I’m not sure I like the idea. I want you
all to myself Mia.’

‘That water’s gone straight through
me, I need to pee.’

‘Wow how romantic. I’m so turned on
right now,’ he said with a smile as he straightened up and took my hand.

‘O crap, are you one of those guys
that likes golden showers or whatever ? As I draw the line at that.’

‘No! I’m not into that at all. I’ve
plenty of other ideas to turn us both on without resorting to that.’ He pulled
me in the direction of the VIP area and the bouncer on duty pulled back the
rope to let us pass and nodded to Gabe who smiled back. ‘Thanks Henry.’

‘How often do you come here?’ I
asked.

‘I’m local, so a few years. Here, toilets.
They’re more private and kept far cleaner.’

‘Thanks, so considerate,’ I smiled.

‘I try. Respectful was on your list.’
He smiled back at me as he gently pushed me through the door.

They were nice toilets. Gleaming
white wall tiles with black sparkle floor tiles and baroque mirrors. White
sinks with shiny chrome fittings sank into the black granite countertops with
gentle spotlights over them. I went to the first cubicle and realised my hands
were still trembling. I lifted my skirt to pull down my pants, then remembered
that I didn’t have them on. Christ I really was going for wild and crazy tonight.
I texted Lexi as I peed.

OMG Lex, we need to
talk. Where are you?

I was amazed at how wet I was when
I wiped myself. God he really knew how to turn me on. I flushed the chain and
walked to the row of sinks to wash my hands and face and stood next to a petite
blonde who smiled at me. I applied some more Vaseline to my lips and tidied up
the smudges around my eyes. She walked out and I turned to dry my hands and
heard the door open again, close and the sound of a lock turning. I spun around
and Gabe was leaning back against the door with a big grin on his face.

‘Gabe, what are you doing?’

‘I’m ready for round two.’

My stomach flipped. ‘Here, now,
already?’

‘Why not? Aren’t you ready for me?’
he asked as he strode towards me. He swiftly picked me up positioning himself
between my legs and dropped me onto his hips. He carried me to the nearest expanse
of wall and pushed me back up against it. I gasped, my very own Vin Diesel
fantasy, I’d never been happier. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he held
me up and kissed me forcefully. I felt sparks firing off below again. I
wondered if this was normal, so be so turned on again so quickly. He pushed
forwards so that his legs, hips and my back were the only things holding me up
as one hand guided its way into me, his fingers probing until he had two
nestled up inside me.

‘God you’re so tight,’ he exclaimed
again as he gently, but firmly, squeezed a third finger in. I gasped and
clenched around them, feeling each one as they pushed in and out in time with
his tongue in my mouth. If I hadn’t just peed I might have thought I’d wet
myself. I could even hear his fingers move as he retreated and then pushed in
again and again, my thighs felt wet and his groans rivalled my own. He made me
climax again calling out his name and then he turned, carrying me on his hips
over to the sinks and sat me on the counter.

‘Lean back against the mirror, lift
your skirt out of the way and put your feet up on the counter top,’ he ordered.

‘Someone might come in.’

‘I’ve locked the door. We’re fine,
do it.’

I leaned back and he flipped my
skirt back and yanked my feet apart exposing my wet pulsating lips. I was
embarrassed this time, this was different. Before we were outside in the dark,
here under the soft spotlight I was on display. He could literally see
everything and more. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, but incredibly turned on
at the same time.

‘You’re blushing, your cheeks are as
pink as you are down there. You look so soft and you’re quivering. You’re so
horny aren’t you?’

‘Yes,’ I whispered.

‘Do you want me to touch you again,
or lick you?’ he asked a combination of amused and horny.

‘Yes.’

‘Which, fingers or tongue?’

I covered my face with my hands, ‘Gabe
please I feel so exposed up here.’

He leaned in and pulled my hands
from my face and made me look him in the eyes. ‘Fingers or tongue Mia?’

‘Tongue,’ I whispered dying inside.
It had been so good when he did it before, I desperately wanted him to do it
again.

‘I can’t hear you Mia.’

‘Tongue,’ I said quietly. God this
was embarrassing. Did people ever get over this and just go for it unashamed? He
leaned down and blew on me and I anchored my fists around my ankles and
clenched myself desperately trying to hold myself back from coming again.

‘I still can’t hear you Mia.’

‘Tongue, your tongue,’ I almost
yelled. ‘
Please.
’ I dropped my head in shame, he must think I was such a
slut.

‘God you can’t wait can you? You’re
as horny as I am. I can see you twitching and getting wetter by the second.’ He
cupped my chin and raised my head again, he had a real thing about eye contact.
‘How badly do you want me to lick you out?’

‘Badly, really badly,’ I whispered.

I was so humiliated and I kept
telling myself to get up and walk out, but I couldn’t. I wanted him that much
his torture was erotic. What was wrong with me? He nodded and bent down until I
could feel his breath and very gently placed his tongue on my perineum, then up
around my throbbing hole and moved up to my clit, circling in a figure of eight,
it was just ecstasy. Surely actual sex couldn’t be any better than this? This
was … sheer bliss.

‘O god yes,’ I moaned as I shamelessly
pushed my pelvis towards his face and my hands down on the back of his head
grasping his soft hair. ‘Please … harder.’

He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto
his mouth. His tongue lashed at my swollen clit making me tremble all over,
just as I was about to come he pulled back and forced his tongue in and out of
me instead. I got wetter by the second, the wetter I got the more he made
sounds of appreciation. I was starting not to care now about his ordering me
about or my embarrassment, I got it. He was doing it to heighten my reaction,
which in turn gave both of us pleasure. He could tell me to fuck myself with my
vibrator, in front of him right now and give him a graphic blow by blow account
of what I was feeling and I probably would. Anything to keep these sensations
or to keep having orgasms like this.

He returned to suck my clit and put
a couple of fingers back inside me searching out my g-spot and I screamed in
pleasure as he hit it. I looked down and met his gaze. What a sight, half of
his face staring up at me from between my thighs, it was too much, he was too
much. I needed a minute and I wanted to touch him, the way he’d been touching
me.

‘Stop,’ I gasped and pulled his
face and hand away as I sat upright and lowered and closed my legs.

‘What’s wrong? Weren’t you enjoying
that?’ he asked with a look of concern on his face.

‘I would’ve thought that was
obvious from how wet I am that I was more than enjoying that Gabe. I want to,
no rephrase, I need to feel your dick in my hands right now.’

I could hardly believe the words
that I’d just heard come out of my mouth. He looked surprised too, especially
when I pushed him backwards into the nearest toilet cubicle and forced him down
onto the seat. I straddled his legs, balancing on his knees and he grabbed my
hips for support as I reached down and undid the button on his jeans and
unzipped his fly. His erection practically sprung out, like a sprinter from his
blocks. The door rattled and someone shouted something, I turned to look and
then looked back to Gabe with a horrified expression.

‘Ignore it, they can’t get in and
you can’t stop now,’ he growled his voice heavy with lust.

I steadied myself by placing my
left hand on his shoulder as I grasped his erection with my right hand and he
shuddered as my hand wrapped around him. My fingers couldn’t even meet my thumb
as they tried to encircle him, he was so much bigger than any of the guys I’d
fumbled through their pants and so
solid
. I held his gaze as I gently
touched the tip which was slick and sticky and swirled my thumb around in it as
he groaned deeply. I pattered my fingers down his shaft as if I were tinkling
on piano ivories and then firmly grasped him at the base and thrust my tongue
into his mouth.

It was his turn to whimper as I
stroked my hand up and down and pumped him again and again, occasionally
swirling my thumb over the wetness of his plush head and back down again. He
shifted on the seat groaning as our tongues twisted around each other’s. When I
released his mouth, he dropped his head back closing his eyes. I leaned forward
and ran my tongue over his Adams apple and up his throat finding his lips again.
As I chewed and bit them hard, he began to thrust into my hand. I didn’t want
it to end the way it had before with him spilling out all over the floor, so it
was now or never.

‘No,’ I said firmly as I released
him from my grasp and firmly bit his lip again and pulled back from him. Ok, I
could do this, Lexi had told me what to do. I pushed my shoulders back and
looked at him. ‘I’m going to put you in my mouth, I want to you to feel me lick
you this time and I’m going to make you come in my mouth so hard you’ll think
it’s your birthday.’

‘O god you’re so fucking hot right
now,’ he groaned.

I smiled inwardly, he looked so
excited and didn’t seem to sense my nerves. I placed my feet on the floor quickly
dropped to my knees in front of him before I changed my mind. I yanked his
jeans down as he lifted his hips, so I could pull them down to his ankles. I
ran my hands up his thighs and created a small path of kisses up them as I moved
nearer and nearer to his erection, which bobbed erect above me. It looked so
huge I felt a sense of panic threatening to overcome me.

I took a deep breath and remembered
Lexi’s advice as I grabbed the root of it like a lolly pop stick and leaned in
and ran my tongue all the way up his shaft from the base to his sticky wet tip.
I left out a soft moan, he tasted good, better than I’d been expecting. I
flicked my tongue over his tip and circled it again and again and squeezed just
under his head with my thumb and index finger. I very slowly encased his head
with my lips, they were as wide as I could get them, stretched around his girth
and I felt like they were going to split. I remembered Lexi telling me eye
contact so I tilted my head back slightly and raised my eyes to peak at him
from under my fringe and an urge came over me to wink at him.