Not Quite Juliet: A Club Imperial Novel (Silver Soul Book 1) (14 page)

“Hey, kitten.” He smoothed my hair. “Don’t cry. If you don’t like it...”

“I love it. It’s perfect. It’s the right color, and size and I love the material.”

He looked at me, lost. “Women are so confusing.”

I laughed through the tears. “Take me to dinner, you oaf. I can’t wait to put that on for you.”

He caught my mouth, and his soft, careful tongue was in complete opposition to his demand. He stroked and sucked lightly, wrapping his hand behind my head pulling me closer. There was just so much raw male holding me; I gave into him completely.

He pulled me away from the door and closed it, never letting go of me or stopping the kiss. He popped open the back door and pulled back just a little. “Ever done it in a backseat?”

“No...” I was trying to catch my breath.

He pressed himself against me. I could feel his hard length pushed against me. “Give it a try?”

I looked around. “Where the hell did you pull us off? I don’t want to get caught.”

“We’re on a service road. No one comes down here.”

“Experience?” I rubbed my hand up and down the erection that was ready to open the buttons on his pants by itself.

“I like the quiet sometimes. This is a great place to pull off and walk a little ways into the woods. No one’s ever found me here.” His tongue stole into me again, and asked his question once more without uttering a word.

“Shit.” My heart was pounding. “Yes. Shit fuck damn, the condoms are at the hotel.”

He kissed me hard again, our mouths nearly fusing with the heat between us. “I got us covered. Grabbed them on the way out.”

“Then fuck me.” His raw maleness was rubbing off on me.

“Paradise by the dashboard light.” He pressed me back through the opening of the door, across the backseat bench.

He followed me in slamming the door closed, while I was clawing for his belt. I finally got my hand into his pants and he was beyond hot and hard. He was already slick with his own liquid and I used my hand to spread it down him. Mikey liked it; his whole body shivered as I moved my hand over him. In an easy motion, he yanked my skirt up.

“I love the stockings,” he growled, “but I’ll buy you a new pair.”

His hand caught the part at my thigh and he pulled, ripping them wide. I laughed as I managed to get his pants down over his ass so I could really feel that rock hard cock. I was having trouble believing that was from and for me—but it didn’t take much for me to be convinced.

Nick groaned as I wrapped my hand around him, and pulled him toward me. He moved his hands to my panties and the groan became a basso rumble. “Shit, kitten, you’re so wet already.”

“You do that to me, Nick D.”

“I think you know what you do to me.” He leaned down, ready to kiss me again. “Front pocket of the pants.” He captured my lips again.

There were two foil wrappers. “Two? Were you planning on getting lucky?” I grabbed one of them and was about to tear it open when his finger brushed my hot core, pulling the panties to one side. I gasped and stuttered and nearly dropped the packet.

“Anything with you is lucky, kitten.”

I found my center again as he found my center and slipped a finger between my folds to my already throbbing clit. It was hard enough to concentrate on opening the damn thing while he was diddling around, never mind the intrusion. “Motherfucker,” I grumbled at him. “Keep that up and we’re going bareback.” I threw one leg up and over the front seat on the passenger side. That was enough distraction to get him sheathed, immediately palming his sac with my other, now free hand. “I want this.”

“Good, because it’s yours,” he said, and he pushed his hard cock inside me.

How the hell had we wound up in the back of his Audi having sex? “I can’t keep my panties on around you.”

He pulled back and pushed all the way in, his balls slapping against me. My breath caught, and he clawed at my shirt, pulling it out of my skirt. “Technically, you’re still wearing your panties.”

I grabbed the firm globes of his ass. “Technically.” I squeezed as he thrust in me. He was hot, and his thick erection filled me so well. I was wet beyond belief, creating a wonderful, gliding friction between us. I pulled my other leg up and opened myself even more for his pistoning.

He pushed my shirt up over my breasts, and leaned in. He found my pebbled nipples behind the cloth, sucked one into his hot mouth and bit it right through the cloth. I screamed in delight and the sweet lightning his teeth sent through me ran straight to my pussy.

“God, you are so sexy.” He found the other nipple and bit on that one, eliciting another yelp out of me. He trailed kisses across my stomach, all while keeping the rhythm of his cock in and out of my welcoming channel.

“Oh shit, Nick,” I managed to gasp out.

“So fucking sweet.” He found my hard nipple again and bit through the fabric. It wasn’t hard to find now that there was a wet ring from his mouth circling the hard point. He grabbed the leg I’d pulled up and pressed it even closer to my chest, opening me even further. I slipped a hand under his shirt and found his hard nipples, pinching them.

“Hot fuck.” It was an interesting swear, but he said it with gusto. “I never liked the nipple thing before, but there is something about those sweet little fingers of yours that makes me want it.”

“Good.” I smiled and pinched again. “Come on, rock god. Make me come.” Horny, party of two? I was beginning to really enjoy this sex-driven side of my personality again.

Hooking my leg over his shoulder, he used that hand to find my hot, swollen bud aching for a touch and a rub. Nick gathered a little of the dew making his job so easy and slid it up to my clit. He drifted a light finger over me. “Ssshit.” I hissed the word at his touch, his finger at first careful, and then not so careful, pressing and pushing. His digital manipulation was completely delightful and my breath turned completely staccato as I pinched and pulled at his nipples.

“Goddamn, kitten,” he panted. “Coming. Whatever you keep doing.”

He was so gone, he was barely speaking English. Five points to Gryffindor.

He took my clit between his fingers, and squeezed gently as he also managed to bite at my nipple at the same time. I screamed his name; there was no holding back. He thrust into me so hard it felt like he was going to split me in half. And I loved it. In a two year dry spell, I’d forgotten how much damn fun it was getting laid. He bit the other nipple and pinched again.

Game over.

“Nick! Oh, hell, damn, Nick!” I scraped my nails along his sides as the dam broke and the orgasm rolled through me. I felt myself contracting around his dick, coaxing him to join the land of Orgasm. He bit the other one
again,
and the climax stuttered and ripped through me once more, my sex convulsing and pulling him in deep. I grabbed his beaded nipples and pulled.

“Oh
fuck.
” It wasn’t a yell, but a low growl and I felt his whole body shake. I moved a hand to his sac and rolled it just a little. He came hard and soundless, his balls pulling up, spilling his load inside me. He thrust into me three, four, five times harder and then pressed his cock in, and stayed there. He opened his eyes and moved slowly, letting the orgasm roll through both of us, then finally start to let go.

Every muscle in my body relaxed, dropping me into the seat. I looked at him, letting out a blast of air. “Well, fuck. You wrecked my stockings.”

“If sex is going to be this goddamn amazing, I’m opening a charge just so you can replace what I rip off you.”

“Look what you did to my bra,” I said, pointing. Each cup had the impression of his teeth lined by the ring of his mouth.

“Shit, that’s hot.” I felt his cock twitch.

“Hey now.” I drew his head down and kissed gently across his lips. “I was promised Red Lobster. You can chew on my tits later. When I’m in that sweet little thing you bought me.” He twitched again. “Stop that!”

“I can’t help it. It has a mind of its own that happens to agree with the rest of me. You’re fucking sexy.” I really wanted a round two, but the phone in my purse started to ring. He smiled. “At least they waited until we were done.”

“Mmph,” I grunted. “I need to answer it.”

Nick leaned up and slipped out of me. I let out a little sad noise, and he smiled at me with bright, mischievous eyes. He leaned down and grabbed the purse right over the back of the seat and handed it to me. I dug it out as he divested himself of the condom. I looked at the front: LusciousLi. Lisa. I swiped to answer as Nick pulled my panties back into place.

Such a gentleman.

“Hi, Lisa.”

“OH MY GAWD, HELP ME!”

I thought the little speaker on the ear piece was going to blow up. “Ok, first, take it down a notch and sec—”

“
He did it again!”
she yelled. “Please come help me. Dominic did it again.”

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M
y eyes bugged out and I had to put a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. “Lisa, are you at the club?”

“I’m inverted in the fucking shibari room,” she growled.

“What the
hell
, Lisa?!” I screamed at her. “What did everyone tell you about him?! Why don’t you call Franz or Tessa?”

“Tessa left with Franz for a family dinner,” Lisa said.

“Where’s Amaryllis?”

“She’s off Monday, you know that.”

I threw a hand over my eyes. “Who’s there?”

“Jemma.” Lisa’s voice was small, and I groaned. Looked like I was doing a rescue mission. I couldn’t put her through Jemma’s dressing down again. “Please...”

“You’re going to owe me big time, Li. I was promised Red Lobster by a rock god.”

“I’ll buy you Grand Station if you get here and spare me Jemma.”

I peeked out at Nick, who was buttoning his pants. “Grand Station, eh?” I let out a sigh. “Fine. We’ll be there within half an hour. Are you okay that long?”

“Yes.” The relief in Lisa’s voice was evident. “Please hurry.”

“Half an hour.” I pressed the end button. “I’m so sorry. I have to go to Imperial.”

“What’s going on?”

“Let me get myself together and I’ll tell you.” I gestured to my still disheveled clothes.

“I think you look pretty good just like that.”

“As much as I would love to banter wittily with you and perhaps go again, my roommate is currently hanging inverted, and we have to get her down.” I hoped my tone was apologetic. He reached behind himself and popped the door open, climbing out.

I quickly straightened my clothing, pulling off the stockings. They weren’t even worth the effort. I slipped out of the back seat of his car fully dressed and leaned up, giving him a kiss. “Come on, I’ll explain on the way. She’s promising us Grand Station if we get her out of this.”

“Ooh, now that sounds like a plan.”

Nick opened the door for me and I climbed in. He was in the driver’s seat a heartbeat later. “So, what’s going on? Why are we going to Imperial?” He pulled the car out onto the street.

“My roommate made the stupid decision to let her former Dom, I’m sorry, the guy I thought was her former Dom, tie her up again in the shibari room at Imperial.”

“Shibari?”

“Rope art. It’s amazingly erotic when someone is tied up the right way and not just to the headboard. Dusty Rose is our kinbaku master and Dominic was her most advanced student. After this, though, I’m having Franz kick his ass out.”

“Rope art?” He seemed confused.

“You’ll see when we get there. Lisa is submissive, and too much so. She let Dominic tie her up again, after we kicked him out on Saturday. Franz has me rooming with her to help her grow a back bone, but in two years, I feel like I’ve all done is protect her. She’s only strong when someone else is there to back her up.”

That was the truth. She hadn’t grown at all, or learned how to be a sub with a bratty streak in her unless Tessa, Dusty, Amaryllis or I were there to get her back. I knew I was supposed to be mentoring her on how to be a person and not just a sub, but it was time to bring in the professionals. This wasn’t working.

“How did you end up working there?” Nick’s hands were on the wheel a little tighter than usual.

I paused. I needed to keep this as brief as possible; the real explanation was long and complex and now wasn’t the time to start breaking into my emotional bank account. Which had been invested nicely. “I... answered an ad. Six years ago. In Wisconsin.”

He let go of the wheel a bit. “There’s some history there.”

“You still owe me a second date, Doctor Dovadsky.” I smiled at him.

“Does Grand Station count?”

“A threesome? Well, doctor, I am scandalized!”

He tapped on the wheel, trying not to smirk. “Because there’s not a ripped pair of stockings and a used condom in this car.”

“That was
your
idea, not mine.”

“I didn’t hear too much complaining.”

“You didn’t hear much of anything over my screaming your name.”

“Point taken.” Nick laughed. “God, I want to get to know you better. I love these little jabs we toss at each other.”

“I want to get to know you too.” I fiddle with the handle of my purse. “Like how it is a rock god from a seriously famous local band told me it had been three years since he had sex when there are sexy little things crawling all over him all the time.”

He chewed his lip. “It’s not all going to be fun.”

“Of course it’s not. I have baggage. You have baggage. You just have a nicer car to haul it around.” I saw the exit coming up for the club. “Take this one. You have to go around back. We’ll go in the employee entrance.” I pivoted in the seat. “Nick, have you ever been in here?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not my scene.”

“What happens in Imperial
stays
in Imperial,” I said. “Fuck Vegas. They’ve got nothing on us. Whatever you see,
whomever
you see, you cannot repeat it or tell anyone. I’m taking a bit of a risk bringing you in with me, but I might need your muscle if Dominic is as big of a dick as I think he is. He’s probably got her in a tree form.”

“Tree...form?” He stuttered adorably.

“I hope you’re not shy about nudity.”