giving me smirking nods before fading away into the background. Back to their drinks and whatever debauchery they might find for the evening.
Leaving me splayed out on the acrylic platform with Declan in the chair before me. He’s not slouched casually, though. Instead, he’s sitting straight with his legs parted. I can see his erection pressing against the soft material of his pants.
He studies me as if he can’t quite decide what to do next. But that doesn’t last long. I know firsthand Declan Blackwood can make decisions when warranted. I lean up, pressing my elbows down and watch him with fascination as his hands work to free his cock from his pants. He deftly pulls a condom out of his pocket, opens it up and has it rolled over his shaft with fluid precision.
And then his big body is out of the chair, his knee coming down in between my legs. It’s like a choreographed dance as he lowers, spreads my legs, and drives into my ready, wet, and eager body.
“Yes,” I gasp, fingers diving into his thick hair and relishing the way he fills me up so completely.
“Did you like those men touching you?” he growls, placing his lips right by my ear.
Men? What men?
All I know at this moment is Declan Blackwood and the fact that he’s driving into me so very deeply.
His mouth moves along my neck before he asks, “Did you want them to fuck you?”
I manage to shake my head.
“Do you like the way I fuck you?” he snarls.
My hands jerk at his hair as I snarl right back him, “You know I do.”
“Then say it,” he demands, thrusting in so hard it makes my eyes practically roll into the back of my head. “Say how much you love me fucking you.”
A staccato burst of words form. “I. Love. The. Way. You. Fuck. Me. Declan.”
“Fucking right you do,” he mutters before starting an all-out assault on my body. His head angles and his mouth slants over mine. His hips drive over and over against me, and my orgasm lights.
A tiny flare at first, but then on a particularly brutal thrust into me, it catches fire. Blossoms, bursts, and then explodes.
My cry of release is warbled because of his mouth covering mine, then he’s coming hard.
He lifts his head, tosses it back, and I marvel as the muscles in his neck cord tightly as he growls out a long, gratifying orgasm while his hips grind into mine.
For a long moment, we lay there and try to catch our breath. But then he lifts his head, looks down with a wry grin. “Good thing you like me fucking you.”
“Why is that?” I whisper.
“Because we’re just getting started,” he promises, and I couldn’t be happier to hear that.
CHAPTER 15
Declan
“Miss Robbins,” I call, knowing this isn’t necessary or pertinent to our workday.
Yet, I call her all the same.
As per usual, when I request something of her, she grabs her iPad, pushes out of her office chair, and walks into my office.
Not sure if she always had a sexy-as-fuck stride, but I sure as shit see it now. Maybe because I spent a great deal of time watching those hips roll and writhe last night, but they draw my attention as she approaches.
“Yes, Mr. Blackwood?” she says primly.
Last night, it was “Fuck me harder, Declan,” and, “I don’t think I can come again.”
Yet… she always did.
I fucked her in three different rooms, in three deliciously kinky ways. After The Deck, I paraded her naked through the club, her dress thrown over my shoulder, knowing it would cause her discomfort while forcing her to step outside her comfort zone. I led her to The Orgy room where we lounged on silk pillows while we sipped at whiskeys, watching the shows around us. She’d laid her head on my lap for a bit, but that hadn’t lasted long. It was impossible to be in that environment without getting turned on.
Her mouth ended up on my cock, then I put her on her hands and knees, drilling her hard from behind until we both came spectacularly. My favorite part had been pulling out, taking the condom off, and watching her clean me off with her tongue. I didn’t order her to. The fact she took it upon herself not only impressed me about the levels she’d go to please a man, but it also endeared her to me in a way no woman ever has before.
We finished our evening in The Silo.