Liz went weak with how large and hard he felt. She realized it was the first time she’d touched him there, even though their intimacies had already gone much further than that. But since they were doing things a little backwards, and a lot hedonistic, she figured it only made sense that this first time she touched him should be in a brightly lit sex shop.
God, he felt big. Definitely bigger than Todd. It reminded her what he felt like inside her, and that she’d known the first moment he’d entered her that he was definitely the biggest she’d ever had, that he was filling her deeper and stretching her boundaries farther than ever before. What she felt through the fabric right now had her heart beating out of control and her cunt throbbing. With her hand hidden safely between their bodies, she stroked her palm upward. He drew in a breath of pleasure as he gazed down at her. Loving that look in his eyes, wanting to pleasure him much, much more, she began rubbing her hand slowly up and down the large shaft. He kept looking down at her, breath grown heavy.
As she caressed him, her knuckles brushed over the front of her crotch, as well, sending scintillating little darts of pleasure outward through her whole pussy. “I feel it, too,” she said, wondering if he’d understand what she meant.
He glanced downward, past their chests, to where their bodies met, her hand in between, before biting his lip and raising his eyes to her face. “Let me take you home, chere,” he whispered in a smoky voice.
She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, but she still resisted with a simple shake of her head. She continued rubbing his cock, lightly grazing her slit with each stroke.
This time he spoke through slightly clenched teeth. “I said, let me take you home. Please, darlin’.”
This time her refusal came with a wicked little smile. “Not yet.”
“If you’re not careful,” he said, his eyes filled with sensual threat, “you’re gonna end up gettin’ fucked in an alley again.”
Her smile widened. “Is that supposed to scare me? Because it’s only turning me on more. I loved that urgency, loved not being able to make it one step farther.”
She kept rubbing, aware that it was torture for them both, but still wanting to push their arousal closer and closer to the edge. He narrowed his eyes on her slightly. “No, it’s not supposed to scare you. But I wanna take my time with you, baby.” He gently stroked his fingers up and down her arms through her suit jacket, soft caresses that tingled from shoulder to elbow. “I wanna go so slow, make you feel so good for so long. And if we don’t get to a bed soon…”
“This is taking our time. This is going slow. Just my way.”
She watched as he drew in a deep breath, looking as if he was trying to accept the fact that she was calling the shots and he wasn’t going to win. Again, part of her wanted to give in—his promises were deliciously tempting. But everything about this public sort of foreplay was so different than anything she’d experienced before that she still wanted to soak up all these new titillations with him, for him. He made her want to try new things while he watched, made her want to tease him—but only because it would make the end reward even sweeter. She knew that by the time they made it to a bed, the things they did there would be all the more exciting and satisfying.
“All right, Miss My Way,” he said. “What now? Just stand here and fondle us both to death in front of the vibrators?”
“No,” she said, “come with me,” then she abruptly separated from him and drew him by the hand out of the store and back onto rollicking Bourbon Street. Only now it felt different, the air even more supercharged than before. She knew it was only her, only her body responding to what they’d been doing in the store, yet still she reveled in it, and wished she could bask in the hedonistic feelings even more. Though the cut of her suit jacket showed her shape and her skirt was fairly short, she wished she was wearing something sexier, skimpier. All this freedom made her want to show her body off the same way she had the other times she’d seen Jack.
Without delay, she led him back to Club Venus, just a few doors down.
“Do you have somethin’ specific in mind for why we’re here, or are you just…”
She smiled up at him. “Following urges,” she finished for him, loving how much he’d tuned in to this new, reckless side of her. All her life she’d been a planner, but for once, she liked not knowing for sure what would happen to her behind these doors tonight.
Inside, the scene was much the same as the previous evening—lush, shapely women did sexy dances in various states of undress while lusty-eyed men took in their every move.
It was Friday night, though, so even more crowded—no tables were available and many men watched the action while standing. Jack led Liz to an empty spot where he leaned back against a wall and wrapped his arms around her from behind. When she settled against him, that glorious erection of his eased into the crack of her ass. She couldn’t help looking over her shoulder at him and exchanging a private little smile. Like back in the store, she felt the overwhelming urge to rub against him, wanting to feel him even more, but she resisted—for now, anyway.
When she turned back to watch the strippers, Jack leaned down to whisper in her
