I pulled my jacket firm around me as I strode along the dark alleyways towards The night was bustling and the atmosphere chilly perfect for dancing and karaoke. I felt a stab of guilt about what I wanted to do; meet up with Sky while Max was in town. After our altercation over the phone two days ago, he’d ignored me afterward even after I tried reaching out to apologize. I only got to know that he was back in town through his Instagram.
Cora had found a babysitter for Finn online at the last minute. The middle-aged lady who insisted we call her Ma had two grandchildren of her own and lived just a few blocks away so she was able to arrive in record time before Terry arrived to take Cora. Finn had hit it off with Ma’s grandkids and I had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time I’d be needing her services.
Tipping the hulking bouncer at the entrance, I took a deep breath and braced myself up before taking a step into the building. Sky had refused to send me his picture for easy identification and now as I navigated through the gyrating bodies glistening on the makeshift dance floor, I scanned the room, looking for the slightest hint of what my mystery Facebook lover might look like.
“Elaine.”
I turned around to see a tall, dark, sexy man beaming at me. His cologne arrested my senses, causing me to take a step back and a cool wind rushed down my spine when he grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips. “So good to meet you. I’m Sky Walker.”
Well, who would’ve thought? He had a striking resemblance to Nick Cannon but his melanin was glossier, and his brown eyes were dreamy. He affected me alright, but as I half-hoped, it was nothing compared to the way Max made me feel. “Oh, hey handsome.”
His smile broadened, and my heart pounded strangely as he led me towards a group of brown, leather couches by the corner. We took our seats and I whipped away his hand that had fallen to my lower thighs.
He chuckled lowly to hide his embarrassment, picking up a glass of chardonnay that sat on the little glass table between us. “You’re even more beautiful than I anticipated.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, flushing. “You look hotter in person.”
He smirked sexily, wriggling his perfectly trimmed brows. “Oh, yeah?”
I laughed, nodding. “Yeah.”
His eyes traveled up my breasts next, lingering on the skin between them. Whipping his gaze away, his eyes darted towards a dark corridor. “I, uh, I made some arrangement for both of us in Dreams V. I. P,” I nodded knowingly, knowing what exactly this was headed.
I shook my head, standing up awkwardly. “Uhm…uh, there’s been a slight misunderstanding…”
He stood up as well, confusion contorted on his face. “What’s the matter? I thought you said you’d love to see me.”
“Please, Sky,” I exhaled. “Allow me to explain. The only reason I said that was because…I thought you were someone else. Believe me.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Someone else?”
“Yeah. My boss.”
“I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his brows furrowed. “How can you think that I’m your boss? Are you two having an affair ”
“Elaine?” a familiar voice boomed and I turned, horrified to see Max. He was on casual wear; neat brown chinos and a red shirt that had the first few buttons popped open, displaying his porcelain skin. His eyes were furious. I could feel the heat of his glare all over my body.
Through my peripheral vision, Sky gestured between Max and me, tongue-tied. “Do you two know each other?”
Max ignored him, taking cautious steps forward till he was standing in front of me. My hands went up on their own accord, sweaty palms flattening on my dress.
“I thought you said you had manuscripts and a couple of friends to take care of?” his jaw ticked, sneering. “But here you are, frolicking with another man.”
“M-Max,” I stammered, racking my head for the right words to calm him down but finding none. All of a sudden, I realize how stupid and inconsiderate I’d been towards him, and that made me feel shitty. “Please…I can explain. It’s not what you think.”
“He’s the boss you were talking about?” Sky seemed to catch the hint, but he chose the wrong time to speak.
“Will you shut the fuck up?” Max roared, his bark slightly higher than the pulsing music, causing a few curious eyes to settle on us. I glanced around nervously, reaching out to try and hold him. His eyes fell on my hand, nose scrunching up as though it was something that smelt offensive. “What the fuck are you trying to do? Hold me? You have a lot to explain, young lady.”
“Yes, yes, let’s just talk outside. Please.” I pleaded, hating the nosy stares we were receiving. The Disc Jockey had turned off the movie completely, and the bouncer I’d tipped earlier at the door was making his way over to us.
“Is everything okay here?” he asked when he eventually reached us, his small black beady eyes darting between the three of us. Max regained his composure, running his fingers through his hair and down the nape of his neck like he always did whenever he was pissed but trying to suppress his anger.
“Everything’s fine, Big Guy. It’s just a little misunderstanding with my…”
“With my wife,” Sky said, drawing our attention to him. I frowned. “This lady here is my wife, and this young man walked up to harass her.”
“W-What the hell?” I spluttered, quickly moving closer to Max to prevent him from doing something violent and stupid that could lead to us being thrown out of the club. “Stop lying. I’m not your wife.”
Big Guy’s gaze turned fleeting. “The three of you would have to resolve this truce outside. Come with me.”
Outside, Sky tried to hold my hand again but I hopped out of reach. “Stay away from me.”
“Come on, sweetheart,” he cooed in an irritating whisper, a lopsided smirk n his face. I didn’t notice when Max moved in between us, serving as a barrier. “You promised me.”
“What did I promise you, liar?” I spat, glaring at him in hate. Never did I imagine that he’d turn out to be so despicable. “I told you it was a misunderstanding. Why can’t you just get over yourself? Leave. Me. Alone.”
“You heard her man,” Max tapped his shoulder now in a not-so-friendly manner. “She’s rejected you. The best you can do is find other suitable ladies around or scram.”
“Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?” Sky looked me up and down.
Max smiled at him snidely, cracking his knuckles together. A preparation to strike, and I very well knew that a fight could break out and no one would care because we were outside. “Trust me, boy. You wouldn’t like what I would do to you.”
“Baby,” I stepped in, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Come on, let’s go. Leave him alone.”
“Leave him alone?” he repeated, as though the words were an atomic bomb to his ears. “Did I just hear you say I should leave the runt alone?”
“Because he’s not fucking worth it. Let’s just get out f here.”
“But you stood me up to come and see him.”
I exhaled, resorting to the only thing I could use to get him to give the fight up. Leaning in, I pressed my lips softly against his, cupping his crotch. He shut his eyes, drawing in a deep breath, then fluttered them back open his blue orbs shiny with lust.
“Why don’t I give you a lap dance in your car?”
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Ignoring Sky who scowled at our interlocked hands, I let Max lead me towards his Aston Martini that was parked underneath a tree beside the club. Our lips connected once more once he drew the door shut, my hands working over his shirt buttons till they were off and I could feel the tingles of his warm skin beneath my fingers.
His eyes held mine for a brief moment. “Don’t think you can buy my trust back with this. I’m still angry with you.”
I giggled, pressing a kiss to the side of his lips. “Don’t be so hardened.”
“I’m serious. I haven’t forgiven you yet.”
“But your impatient cock pressing beneath me says otherwise,” I pulled my shirt over my head, guiding his head in between my tits. I shivered as he inhaled deeply before his head moved South and he took my left nipple into his hot mouth.
“Damn. This brings back a lot of memories.” He sucked gently at first, mildly biting and tugging but over time his bites became maniacal and I reveled in the painful sensation, arching my back and pushing him deeper onto the leather seat. His hands slid up my hips to cup both arse cheeks, squeezing aggressively while he tugged harder. My whole body was instantly on fire and slowly, I was reduced to a blubbering mess.
He ground me harder onto his body as he kept on barking, eliciting an orgasm within me.
“Ride me,” he whispered, his tone urgent and deliciously demanding. He lifted me so my knees rested on either side of him, his fingers fumbling with his pant zipper. “Ride my cock, princess.”
I circled my hips and started rocking back and forth, my breathing ragged round and round, while he gripped my hips with such aggression, his fingers practically dug into my bone.
“Shit,” I moaned, falling into a faster rhythm. One I couldn’t control, “M-Max…”
“Yes baby,” he breathed, bucking his hips up to connect with my butt. Holy fuck, I could feel it. I was going to come any second.
His lips captured mine, tongue sliding out to claim my mouth, dominating me, driving me all the more insane.
I drew my head back a fraction, but our foreheads were still resting against each other. I could feel his shallow breathing fanning my nose, and I knew that his eyes were closed, his cock hard and throbbing, leaking precum and wetting my skirt. I didn’t care. That was the most amazing thing I’d ever experienced. He slammed his lips against mine once more and all bets were off. We spiraled out of control, kissing until our teeth practically clinked against one another’s. He ground me harder and harder and fuck…I couldn’t hold it off anymore. I let out a small cry as an orgasm erupted, rippling through me violently. For a few seconds, we stay like that, silent. Then he shoved me off him and dove for his cock, pulling it out and stroking it fast, face contorted into a grimace as he spurted his thick, white seed all over the place. When our orgasm fog finally lifted, we both looked around us, the smell of semen and sex heavy in the air.
“Fuck.”
He glanced at me for a moment or two, then tossed me my shirt. “Dress up.”
I frowned, not getting what the urgency was. “Why?”
“I’m taking you home.”
Oh. But still. “Can’t we just…stay like this for a little while? Or do you have a lot of work to get back at home?”
“Dress up, Elaine.” He repeated harshly, jumping over to the driver’s seat and starting the ignition. I grumbled, disappointment and shame coursing through my veins as I slipped my top back on.
What did I do wrong?