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Not sure, my ass.
He grabbed his bar rag and began wiping at some invisible dirt, gradually moving farther away from me, toward the other end of the bar.
So much for that. I adjusted my mask and moved on.
Chapter 15
Varden
“Jesus, you can suck some cock,” I murmured to the redhead between my knees.
Her gaze met mine, but for obvious reasons, she couldn’t speak. She’d beckoned me to follow her to one of the playrooms with a stage in the middle, where she positioned me in a cushy chair.
Who didn’t love a woman who took charge?
She’d fished my cock out, rock-hard and aching by the time she got her hands and mouth on it. When she went for the drop of precum on my tip, her tongue was so exquisite it was painful. This was some good shit.
I sank into the chair’s expensive, down-stuffed cushions and dropped my head back, but not for long—I loved watching. Nothing turned me on more. That’s why I liked the club, I suppose. Watch, be watched. It was all good.
The redhead—damn, what was her name, again?—deep-throated me like a goddamn champ. In her bent-over state, her nearly naked ass waved in the air, and a couple men happening by stopped to admire her goods. One shot me a thumbs-up before he moved on. The other seemed to want in on the action, unable to remove his gaze from her pretty ass.
I gestured him over with a wave, and tapped the redhead on the shoulder. She looked up, surprised.
He took the opportunity, as I’d hoped he would, to dive in.
“Baby,” he drawled. “I’m dying to lick your tight, little asshole. Would you kindly oblige me?”
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Awesome—a preppy, southern perv. There went that whole telling a book by its cover thing. Passing this guy in the street, one might think he was on his way to the golf club.
“Yeah,” the redhead murmured. “You can fuck me with your tongue.” And she got back to eating my cock.
It didn’t get much better than that. Watching a gorgeous woman bobbing up and down on my dick while she was about to get her rear pummeled by some guy’s tongue and god knew what else was pretty goddamn special. If I did say so myself.
As the preppy guy arranged himself behind her, the expression on his face was one of pure ecstasy. I’d say that was a true ass man, if ever there was one.
He got to work, and whatever he was doing back there had the redhead squirming out of her skin. This left me the happy beneficiary of her enthusiasm—she sucked me so hard, tears poured from her eyes. My ass-man buddy glanced over at me, and I threw him a little nod. It was the least I could do. He disappeared back behind the cheeks of her ass.
My balls started to tingle and pull in tight, usually a good sign that ecstasy was right around the corner. The red head kept going, bless her.
But it was to no avail.
I couldn’t fucking come.
Again.
I reached to ease her off me and realized the preppy dude had taken matters into his own hand. He was busy yanking his hard dick, and just in time, the redhead turned and consumed the guy’s load of cum.
We’d amassed a small audience. I pulled myself back together and helped the redhead, who was so woozy she could barely stand. In all the excitement, everyone seemed oblivious to my little problem.
But I wasn’t.
Among the crowd stood Miss M and the usual cast of characters. But in the back was a woman in a half mask, standing alone—strange for the club. I couldn’t see much more than that in the dim light, but it seemed like she was staring directly at me. There was something about her, but what it was, I couldn’t be sure.
I got the redhead settled and looked back at the woman in the mask. I wanted to meet her.
But she was gone.
