me.
The Green Room was a small, private bar at the front of Dynasty—one of the club’s popular nightclubs. It had more of a classy atmosphere, dancing girls who performed more of a burlesque type show. To no one’s surprise, the visitors were mostly men, and anyone who came to The Green Room had to be invited by someone else on our list.
If the person you invited fucks it up, touches one of the girls, gets too drunk and rowdy, not only are they uninvited, but so are you. So our patrons are warned to be cautious of the people they called friends.
The four or five men sitting at a handful of different tables sipped at their drinks, the girls already done dancing, and Avery the only bar staff left. I slipped behind the bar. It was small and cozy with not much space. My hand reached for her ass, and she swatted it away, laughing softly as she attempted to wipe the bar top down and make sure all the liquor was back on the shelves in the right place. “Stop it,” she warned in a hushed whisper, but her smile gave her away. “I need to finish packing up.”
She paused to wash her cloth in the sink, and I stepped up behind her, boxing her in with my hands flat on the counter on either side of her. “Your boss is a pretty nice guy. I’m sure he won’t mind if it takes a few extra minutes to close,” I murmured, my lips brushing her earlobe as I spoke. “Because right now, all I want is for you to open.”
My hands moved to her hips, tracing the waistband of her shorts until I found the button and zipper, making quick work of them, and letting the scrap of fabric that barely covered anything anyway, fall to the floor.
She dropped the cleaning cloth into the sink and gripped the front of it with both hands. “Shotgun,” she whispered, her voice a little shaky and not with fear.
No fucking way.
The way she pushed her ass back against me was a sure sign her voice was shaking in desire. “There are still people here,” she reminded me like I didn’t fucking know.
The bar, though, came up extra high in The Green Room, plenty of protection so anyone sitting in the bar at the tables couldn’t see below Avery’s waist unless they came and purposely looked which, when I slipped my hand inside her lacy panties and dipped my finger through her folds, I wondered whether she would actually object to.
My fucking woman.
The exhibitionist.
Her hips wiggled against my hand as I took another pass over her clit, teasing it for just a second before pulling away completely. “You better be quiet then,” I ordered, sinking to my knees and reveling in the way she looked back, her eyes wide and her mouth falling open with a gentle gasp of air.
She kicked her shorts to the side, and I guided her legs open further, taking a moment to admire her perfectly peach-shaped ass staring fucking right at me. She arched her back, her subtle way of telling me she was desperate for more, making me chuckle.
Pulling the lacy scrap of fabric covering her to the side and grabbing the round globes in my hands, I pinched at her cheeks and pulled her open, so she was completely on show. Brushing my lips against one cheek and then the other, I teased her, my cock hardening at the way she whimpered and gasped with each kiss or touch.
I needed to move fucking fast because the second I tasted her, it was going to be fucking hard to keep from just slamming my dick inside her and getting us both off. The idea of making her come while these assholes were still here in the room was too much of an opportunity to not take advantage of. It was fucking hot.
Starting at her clit, I tickled at it for a moment, drawing a full-body shudder from her before I dragged my tongue up over her wet hole.
I dipped my tongue inside.
Once.
Twice.
Over and over until she was forcing herself back on my face.
Her wetness covered my mouth, and I dragged it up even further to her tight little hole, it was just a passing brush, but the curse that left her pouty lips was so fucking worth it. “Fuck.”
I chuckled, moving swiftly back to her clit, burying my face in her pussy as I attacked the tiny