Chapter 11: Isaac
I nearly snorted beer through my nose when Amanda suggested we go up to my suite. I didn’t know why her words seemed to come out of left field. I guess I should have expected a come-on given the situation. I mean, we were at Club D, after all. And Amanda wouldn’t be there if she wasn’t willing to party. Good girls didn’t come to Club D.
Maybe that was it.
Maybe she was just another party girl looking to fuck a few millionaires over a long weekend. For some reason, I didn’t get that vibe from her. I’d been with more than my share of party girls and gold diggers over the years. Amanda didn’t give off that “I’ll fuck any guy here” vibe.
To the contrary, she seemed different somehow.
Classy.
Reserved.
Like she was here with a purpose that had more to do with her than it did with me.
She just grinned at me from behind the mask while I wiped my mouth on a napkin and tried to think of something cool to say. There was something about this girl, something I couldn’t put my finger on. She was making me horny as fuck, but she also had me nervous as a cat for some reason. And my cock was chubbing up in my pants from looking at her tits and smelling her perfume. Jeez, I was like a damn teenager at a high school dance. I had to get myself back under control or there would soon be a huge wet spot on the front of my jeans.
“Well?” she asked, sliding in close enough that I could feel the heat of her breath on my cheek. She turned to face me. She put her hand on my chest and looked me in the eye. She slid her hand down my stomach. She paused for a moment at my belt buckle, tugged on it and smiled, then slid her hand down to press her palm against my growing erection. I jumped a bit. She smiled again.
“Yes, let’s go upstairs,” I said, swallowing hard as I took her hand. I ignored the huge bulge poking out of my jeans as I dragged her along. “And let’s hurry.”
* * *
We started making out the moment the elevator doors closed. She pushed me roughly back against the wall and fell into my arms. I could taste the champagne on her lips as she pressed them to mine, then her tongue came out, swirling, poking, probing like a hungry snake. It set my mouth on fire.
The look in her beautiful eyes told me what she wanted. My eyes followed the curve of her luscious lips as she smiled at me. Yes, I knew exactly what she wanted because I wanted it, too. And I was more than ready to give it to her. My eyes dropped to her breasts, her cleavage deep enough for me to get lost in.
“Well,” she asked as she pressed the elevator’s Stop button. The elevator jarred to halt, jostling us into each other’s arms. “What are you waiting for?”
“Nothing,” I sighed, leaning in, our lips locking as her hands reached up and entangled in my long blond hair. I felt her tongue flicker against mine, the wet heat of it like a tiny cattle prod, shooting electricity through my body. I kissed her hungrily. She wanted it as much as I did. It was in the way she breathed against my lips, the way her lips seemed to heat up against mine, the way she clenched my hair and pulled me to her. She was unlike any woman I had ever been with before.
As we kissed, my hands went around her to clutch her round ass. I squeezed it hard and pulled her pussy into me. She moaned in my ear.
“I’m not wearing panties… And I’m very wet…”
I smiled at her as the gods seemed to be smiling upon me. I hiked the dress up over her naked ass with my fingers and bunched it around her waist. As one hand kneaded the flesh of her ass the other came around to find the short curls above her pussy. She pushed her hips up towards me, opening her beautiful legs, letting my hand slide between them. When my fingers found her pussy it was hot and wet, dripping, I could smell her in the stale air of the elevator. My fingers glided between her folds. She moaned against my lips and kissed me with an urgency that drove me forward.
“God… that feels… don’t stop… please…”
“Don’t you worry,” I said, my tongue circling her ear. I rolled her clit with my thumb and slid two fingers between her wet lips. She broke the kiss, her moans too much to keep in, and began to wrap herself around me. She pulled my head down to her neck, letting me kiss her collarbone, as one long leg wrapped around mine and gave me more access to her wet box.
I slid my fingers inside her, slowly at first, and when she began to grind against them, picked up the speed. I was kissing my way down her neck until I found the tender flesh of her breasts. She sucked in a quick breath and pulled me closer, burying my face in their glory, bucking against my fingers as I fucked her with everything I had. Her moans were turning into soft screams of pleasure, and her thighs began pushing against my bulge, moving against them, driving me crazy.
I pulled away, too excited to fucking take it anymore. I wanted to strip her naked and have my way with her right there in the elevator. “Let’s get to my suite,” I whispered, thinking that I would cum in my pants if we didn’t stop. “Let’s to my suite… now.”
Amanda wasn’t ready to go anywhere. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand back to her pussy. “Don’t you stop,” she whispered in my ear before biting on the lobe and running her tongue around it. “I’ve waited too long for this moment… Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
I gazed into her eyes for a moment, confused by her words, but driven by her dreamy smile. Her eyes were a deep blue inside the mask’s eyelets. Her beautiful face was flushed and framed with long strands of jet black hair. I couldn’t possibly say no, could I?
I quickly went back to work, adding a little pressure to her clit with my thumb, and soon she was rocking against my hand as if her life depended on it. She came hard, clutching me tightly, her screams muffled in my neck. She shook like a leaf against me, pushing against my hand, covering it with her hot juices and filling the air with her salty scent.
“Uh, sir?”
We both froze at the sound of a man’s hesitant voice coming from the speaker in the ceiling overhead. I was pretty sure it was not coincidental that the voice came right after Amanda did. The elevator was monitored by security. We’d had an audience the entire time.
Amanda giggled and started tugging her dress down over her ass. She hid behind me as I looked at the video camera hanging in one corner and held up my hand like I was greeting an old friend.
“Sir, this is Wes in security. We noticed the elevator had stopped and um… well, just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
“Everything is fine, Wes,” I said, reaching out to take the Stop button between two fingers to pull it out so the elevator would resume its upward journey. “We must have hit that button by mistake.”
“Yes sir,” the voice said. “You have a good night now.”
“Don’t you worry,” Amanda said as she wrapped her arms around my waist and dug her teeth into my shoulder. “We’re just getting started.”
* * *
My suite was on the top floor, so it wasn’t a long ride. If it had been, I was pretty sure we would have just fucked right there, audience and all. We fell out of the elevator, laughing, holding hands, practically skipping like two kids sneaking off to fuck in the woods. I dragged her to my suite, unlocked the door, and pulled her inside. She pushed me against the wall again and started kissing my neck while her hands opened my belt. My cock was hard as a lead pipe. The moment she pushed my pants down my legs it sprang out like a stiff snake ready to strike.
“God, your cock is so big,” she said, taking it in her right hand while her left hand cupped my tight balls. She tugged on my cock, pulling the skin over the muscle. I could feel myself swelling in her hand. She stepped back with my cock in her palm and licked her lips. I barely noticed that she was still wearing the stupid mask. I didn’t mind. It was sexy as hell. Plus, I was concentrating on not shooting my load in her hand.
“I have to taste you,” she said, getting to her knees. She held the base of the shaft and cooed at the thick nine-inch monster in her hand. She puckered her lips and kissed the head, which was as round and dark as a plum. She swirled her tongue around the head like she was licking a lollipop, then let it slide into her mouth. I held my breath as several inches of my cock disappeared between her lips. I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. She almost gagged but managed to keep it under control. Thank god, because her mouth felt amazing, hot, wet, wonderful. Holding my cock steady, she bobbed her head back and forth, suctioning the shaft like a milking machine.
“Fuck… that’s… fuck…” I said, trying to keep the cum in check. I let her blow me for a minute, then decided I had to take control or it would be a very brief encounter. I reached for her and she reluctantly let my cock pop out of her mouth. I pulled her to her feet and pushed her toward the bedroom. “Come on... it’s my turn now.”