Fragile Truths (7 page)

‘Na, na, na,
Come on, come on, come on,
I like it-like it,
Come on, come on, come on,
I like it-like it,
Come on, come on, come on,
I like it-like it. Na, na, na,
Come on, come on, come on,
I like it-like it.’
     I could feel her winning, knew I was going to give in. I lifted my eyebrow at her and cocked my head slightly in question yet couldn’t stop myself from smiling wickedly when she gave me a slight nod of her head. I placed the bottle on the bar beside me, slid off the stool and made my way slowly over to her.

Her eyes widened then became hooded as her arousal peaked with the realisation I was giving her what she wanted. I couldn’t fight her any longer, telling myself I had waited way too long for this, had watched her and never allowed myself to even dream of touching her, but tonight, tonight I was a slave to her, her calling was too great as my body obeyed her and I caved.

‘Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on,
It's exactly what I've been yearning for, give it to me strong,
And meet me in my boudoir, make my body say ah, ah, ah,
I like it-like it.’
    But the thought of taking her like this, just a random fuck to her, was also crippling me. She deserved more than just a fuck; she deserved to be worshipped, idolised and adored. She should be with someone who could give her the life she deserved, lavish her with not just monetary things but love and adoration.

But tonight, at least for the next hour, I would allow myself this. She would be mine.

Finally.

Frankie

The conflict in his eyes was confusing me. I watched each emotion relay behind those stormy brown eyes as his jaw clenched tightly; arousal, hesitation, need, denial, and something remarkably akin to awe flashing across his stunning face.

He was just raw, unadulterated sex. His chiselled jaw was stubbled with a dusting of growth, his deep eyes were pure wickedness and his rich brown hair begged for my fingers to trail through it but his soft full lips were sin, and nothing but sin. His tight hard body was utter perfection, his dense broad chest tight against his soft t-shirt narrowed down to compact hips that screamed of power. His long lean legs were encased in soft denim and I knew that his backside would be just as glorious as the rest of him.

I moved the mic to my side, holding it still as he continued to hold me hostage under his gaze. His chest was heaving severely, his jaw rigid and hard and his fists tightly clenched and white. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him, that’s why I couldn’t figure out why he was battling with his desire. I could read it physically in him.

His eyes roamed my body once more, fuelling the fire already in me. The heat that scorched my skin from his blatant perusal invigorated goose bumps and I flinched at the shudder that tore through my system.

He swallowed heavily, his adam’s apple prominent and sharp causing the edge of my lips to tilt into a soft smirk. He quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly before a similar smirk on his face turned into a lazy smile. He blew out a tiny breath and placed his bottle down on the bar beside him, then turned back to me and lifted both eyebrows questioningly.

What the hell was wrong with this guy? He obviously knew I wanted him. I had virtually fucked him senseless with my eyes for the last three or four minutes of my performance.

I gave him a small nod as Maggie nudged me with her elbow. “What?” I asked as I turned to her when I realised she was talking to me.

“I said; why not just fuck the hottie?” She flicked her eyes towards the ‘hottie’ and I smiled coyly at her.

I blinked slowly, the alcohol in my system slowing all my bodily functions, “Oh Mags, I don’t do this but tonight... I just don’t care. I need this.”

I needed to remove Gray’s ridicule about our sex lives from my system and give myself a much needed boost. Tonight, I needed to fuck, not make love or have sex, just fuck.

She grinned at me, her eyes twinkling delightedly, “Good girl. Fuck that knob out of your system.”

I swallowed and winced as Grayson floated across my mind. I felt the guilt pull at me again. No, don’t do this, Fran. Sod him.

I gulped slightly but hid it as Hottie strolled towards me and Hell, if the man wasn’t sexy enough; his walk was full of confidence, arrogance even. He oozed brutality, his eyes fixed firmly on me as he stalked towards me and my legs wobbled slightly when he reached the bottom of the karaoke podium.

He stared at me and I stared back, yet just when I thought he would change his mind again he held out a hand towards me. Both of us dropped our gaze to study his long out-stretched fingers, his large hand was almost magnetic as I felt my own hand moving towards him. When I placed it in his, I shuddered with vigour as a slight tingle spread from his fingers and flowed up my arm. His eyes snapped back up to mine and his brow wrinkled slightly as a faint but noticeable tremor ripped through his body. Had he felt it too or was it just his reaction to my own reaction?

I stepped off the stage and caught my breath when he jerked my hand and pulled me flush against him. His face was stern and dark but his eyes held something softer and I frowned when he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear then dropped his gaze to my mouth. His tongue trailed across his bottom lip before he gulped and lifted his eyes back up to mine.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he tried to reach deep within my soul with his scrutiny, his hazy glare both questioning himself and me, whilst the confusion that I could read in him seemed to physically hurt something deep within him. Why?

As he opened his mouth to say something I shook my head sternly and pressed a finger to his lips. I needed this to be completely detached, not even allowing him my name as I for once moved out of myself and did something I would never have dreamt of doing. I mouthed a shush and his eyes narrowed further but he took a deep breath, turned and started to pull me firmly behind him.

His strides were large and wide as his hand covered mine resolutely and securely. I had the feeling he wouldn’t allow me to back out now even if I wanted to, and for some strange reason I found that knowledge heightened my arousal further.

I watched the curve of his muscled back through the material of his faded Black Sabbath t-shirt, the width of his wide shoulders coiled tightly with his rigid posture and a slight sway of his hips dragging my attention to his firm backside enclosed within tight faded grey jeans.

Was he angry? He looked angry but then as we reached the large mirrored wall to the left of the room he turned back to me and smiled softly. Something pulled deep inside me and my mind frantically tried to establish a small something I had maybe tucked away but as soon as it developed it was gone again.

One of the club’s security men nodded to him then pushed a series of numbers into a keypad that was situated into a recess in the wall.

My jaw dropped when a portion of the mirror slid aside, a smooth whoosh sound accompanying the movement and I was transported back to my childhood, watching Star Trek with my father.

He pulled me through the gap and I jumped marginally when it shut behind us. I continued to follow him up a staircase which then opened up into a huge extensive room.

My eyes widened as I took in the living quarters of the club. A ginormous bed was near central in the room, long chains dripping from the canopy above it and resting on the deep grey linen. A small modern kitchenette was situated against one side wall but across from it an office, surrounded by frosted glass, was neatly positioned.

Hottie pulled me further into the space then stopped abruptly and spun round to face me. His eyes were accusing and penetrative and I swallowed as a tiny amount of fear caused a shudder within me.

He seemed to be struggling within himself again and I titled my head to him, silently asking him what was wrong.

“Do you…?” He started to speak and the sound of his voice brought on another strong déjà vu moment and I blinked harshly at him.

“Don’t talk.” I told him with a cruel hiss, pressing the palm of my hand over his mouth to hastily stop him. I didn’t want emotion and the sound of his voice was bringing on too many.

He rolled his lips behind his teeth then inhaled sharply as he closed his eyes slowly.

I watched him quietly, wondering what the hell his problem was but then he suddenly dropped to his knees before me.

He lifted his hands and placed them on my hips and I had the stupid feeling he was kind of worshipping me somehow. It was a strange thought and I quickly brushed it off when his eyes lifted and locked on mine. The fire in them captured my breath and my whole body cried out in desperation when he swiftly yanked up my dress and pushed it to rest against my waist, displaying to him candidly the scrap of black lace covering my wet pussy.

He paused then leant forward and placed his lips against the swell of my stomach just below my belly button. He didn’t kiss me or even taste me with his tongue; he just held his mouth on me for a few seconds and closed his eyes. I could practically hear his soul screaming in both pain and delight, his whole spirit in sorrow and in joy as though they had finally been reunited with an Angel and the Devil together.

He moved lower then, his nose nuzzled between my thighs where he inhaled deeply and a small sigh complemented a soft moan from him. I couldn’t hold back my own groan at his erotic action as I cautiously placed my hands on his head, my fingers curling into the thickness of his soft hair and bringing forth my own torment and pleasure.

His gaze lifted to my face and he kept me locked there when he fingered my knickers then pulled them harshly down my legs, his silent demand that I step out of them when they reached my ankles brought my lust to a new level as my body reacted intensely to his dominance.

I was starting to worry that something else was happening here, and I wasn’t sure I liked the sensations this man was putting on me.

I was near panting now, his hands swept slowly up the outside of my legs, from my shins to the rear of my knees where he slid a finger across the crease, then up the back of my thighs until he cupped my bottom and suddenly pulled me further to him.

My footing stumbled slightly, my bag dropped from my shoulder and thudded on the floor but he held me tight and grabbed one of my legs, dragging it over his shoulder before he parted my labia with his fingers. I’d never been so grateful for the frosted glass behind me as I leant against it, not caring at that moment if I actually went through it.

My body cried out in a wave of incredible pleasure when he stroked the tip of his tongue over my swollen clit, flicking it before he then swiped the whole of his tongue over my pussy and my fingers tightened reflexively in his hair.

He hissed at me, his eyes narrowing but I smirked and tightened them harder as I bit down on my lip seductively.

He growled… fuck, he actually growled at me as he stood up and gripped the tops of my arms. His chest was heaving and I held his powerful gaze as I reached down and cupped his bulging erection. His eyes fluttered and a deep groan rumbled in his chest.

I gasped as I found myself swiftly spun the other way and pressed up against the window above the club below. I didn’t care right then if it was one way or fucking four way, I needed his cock inside me before I combusted and burnt to the ground.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder and cried out in surprise when he unexpectedly slammed his cock inside me, his pelvis crashing roughly against my arse as his fingers dug deep into the flesh on my hips to hold me back off the window.

He locked my gaze and remained still and deep inside me as his teeth sank into his lip. I wondered if he was in pain, his face sure looked like he was in pain but then abandon descended in his eyes and he became both frightening and imposing as an unknown sensation coursed through me; it was simultaneously shocking and sublime, heavenly and sinful but mostly remarkable and breath-taking.

I nodded at him, still regarding him from over my shoulder. The wicked smile that covered his lips caused a quake to erupt somewhere inside me.

Shit, this guy was fucking hot. His eyes also fucked me as his thick heavy cock pumped vigorously at me, the whole of his long length driving my feet off the floor with each of his violent thrusts.

His fingers curled in my hair and he yanked me back furiously with each of his drives forward. He was pushing me harder against the glass but I didn’t care, I needed the fierceness he fucked me with. He was feral and unforgiving as he snarled and growled and practically tore at my hair and skin in his attempt to screw me harder and faster. I bucked back against him with as much intensity, telling him silently to give me more and more.

I was flung backwards forcefully as his arms wrapped around me tightly and he stumbled backwards until he fell into a chair. I landed on his lap, my back to his chest and his cock still buried deep inside me, something hard I presumed to be a piercing sliding deliciously over my G-spot and making me tingle with both anticipation and pleasure.

I tried to lift myself and turn to face him but his hands grabbed my hips, his fingers almost painfully digging into my flesh as he refused me any room to manoeuvre.  He leant back into the chair and placed a hand on the back of my neck so he could push me forward slightly and the other under one of my arse cheeks. He guided me with both hands until I was rocking on top of him slowly. I could feel his eyes on our joining as he watched his cock slide in and out of me. My arousal hit fever pitch and I started to speed up. He took heed and started to lift his hips and drive himself harder inside me, his width stretching me up to a burning point, but the pain merging with the intense pleasure was overwhelming and amazing.