False Lines (Blurred Lines Volume 7) (3 page)

I place both hands on her head and push her deeper onto me so my cock touches the back of her throat. She moves fast a few strokes and then puts her lips on the tip and sucks my cock in and out slowly. She swirls her tongue around the tip, moves her lips lightly, and then takes me deep into her mouth. I feel my orgasm coming. “Holy fuck,” I whisper and hold her to me. She grabs my balls and massages them. I’m going to come, but I’m not ready yet. I pull her off me and make her stand.

She smirks and turns so that her beautiful ass in pressed against my cock. “You wanna fuck my ass, Cruze?”

I’m in shock. Unsure. It’s not something I normally do. I’ve just never really wanted it. But as she rubs her ass back and forth across my cock, I realize with her I want it. I want everything.

She spreads her ass cheeks. “Claim my ass, Cruze.”

I press in slowly. The feel of her tight ass is different, but good. So fucking good. I shove in deeper.

She turns her head and her eyes roll. She moans, closes her eyes. Water runs into her hair and down her face. She bites her bottom lip, begging.

God, she’s so fucking gorgeous. I pull out slowly and she releases her lip, moaning. “Do it again.”

I press in and out. She’s so fucking tight and feels so fucking good. My hands grip her hips as I slide her opening over the entire length of my shaft.

She massages her clit. “Spank me, Cruze. Punish my ass.” Her voice is hoarse, full of desire, and her eyes find mine. “Spank me hard,” she commands.

I do. I spank her and slam my cock deep inside.

She moans. “Harder.”

I spank her again. This time much harder.

She moans. “Again. Don’t stop.”

I spank her again and again, surprised by how much I enjoy watching my red handprint color her milky ass cheeks. It’s like a tattoo.

“Fuck, Cruze. I’m going to come.” She slams her ass against me, pinches her nipples, and lets out a cry of pleasure.

I come hard, my body wracked with the strength of my orgasm. “Holy shit,” I say, pulling out and turning her toward me. “You’re so fucking amazing. You know that, right?”

She smiles, grabs the soap, and washes me. “I know.”

When she’s done I wash her, running my fingers along her slit, paying extra close attention to her clit.

She grabs hold of my shoulders and takes the tip of my ear in her mouth. I turn her so she’s sitting on the bench and push open her knees. She looks up and smiles. “You gonna fuck my pussy with your tongue?”

“Damn right.” I kneel in front of her and kiss her clit, run my tongue up and down her slit and push inside. I rub her clit with my thumb and move my tongue in and out.

“That’s it. God Cruze, don’t stop. Fuck me. Fuck me good.”

She’s got my hair in her fists. I’m getting hard again. I love that she’s so into sex. It’s obvious she loves it and it makes me love her even more.

Holy shit. I love her. Fuck, when did this happen?

I tongue-fuck her until she comes undone and I keep going, allowing her orgasm to continue in waves.

When she’s satiated I grab her by the hips, pick her up and slide her onto my hardened cock.

We groan together. She’s so fucking wet and her pussy feels so good. Her eyes are closed but I want her to open them. I want to see what she’s feeling. I want to know if she has the same feelings I do. She can’t. It’s too fucking soon.

I doubt myself, wondering if what I’m feeling is only lust because she’s so fucking great.

She complies with my silent plea and opens her eyes. They’re filled with desire.

“Cadence,” I say as my orgasm builds again. “I—” I start to tell her what I’m feeling but she covers my mouth with a kiss and rakes her fingernails down my arms and back.

And she feels so fucking amazing I can’t think. I fuck her and fuck her until we come together.

The Play Pen is packed. It’s a lusty club decorated in deep red, stark white, and luscious black. The dance floors are black and white checkerboard. The poles are silver and the mirrors make the club look twice as big as it is. There is a red sofa along the far wall. Small tables are placed systematically for drinks. It was packed with men and couples and dancers working for their money. Small round tables are placed sporadically along the floor. Black leather chairs are filled with patrons.

I love it.

Cruze looks hot in his jeans, gray tee shirt and matching jacket. His hair is a little longer than when I first met him and he’s got some scruff. It’s for the movie. He looks hot. It’s weird to be on the arm of The Hottest Man on the Planet. Girls flock to him like bees to honey, even when they don’t recognize him. He’s like a magnet. But John ignores them. He keeps his focus on me and I have to admit it makes me feel good.

I find Jessica. She’s sitting front and center at the main stage. A blond stripper with giant breasts is dancing. She’s topless and wearing a black thong, black thigh highs with red bows in the front and a red line up the back, and seven inch Mary Jane stripper heels. Her hair is in pigtails and she has on a ton of makeup.

Jessica has her money on the edge of the stage and the stripper is writhing her pussy in Jessica’s face. On Jessica’s right is the birthday girl, Vivian, looking perturbed. Next to her is another girl and then two guys. On the left of Jessica is another one of our friends, a girl by the name of Alice, and then her sometimes boyfriend, Alec. They’re groping each other while they watch the stripper move her pussy in Jessica’s face.

Cruze squeezes my hand. “You sure you want to do this?” He looks at me, concerned.

“Yeah, it’s a party. Come on.” I pull him toward Jessica.

The stripper notices Cruze and smiles big. Jessica turns around and glares until she realizes it’s me. “Cade!” she squeals, already a little tipsy. “You came.” She stands and falls into me. I catch her.

“Of course I did.”

She leans back. “Why’d you bring him? Now we won’t have any fun.” She sticks out her lip, pouting.

Cruze puts a hand over his heart. “I’m fun.”

Jessica grimaces. “If you say so.”

The stripper, upset she’s being ignored, picks up her money and walks away.

“We’ll see,” Jessica says and pulls me toward a table. As my friends recognize me, we hug and chat. I introduce Cruze to everyone, but there’s a crowd forming around him with requests for autographs and I get the feeling he needs a private room.

Seconds later he snags a waitress and sets it up. We climb the stairs and the waitress escorts us into a large room. It’s like a mini version of the club downstairs. I walk over to the glass and the waitress informs me it’s one way. We can see out but no one can see in.

“Cool,” I say.

Cruze comes up behind me. “Didn’t you invite your friends?” he asks. “There’s plenty of room.”

“Yeah, they said they might be up later.” I don’t want to make him feel bad, but the fun is down there in the mix with all the people. I get why it wasn’t fun for him though, and I feel bad for him. It must be difficult to be recognized everywhere you go. I’d hate that.

I watch the crowd and find Jessica. The blond stripper is back and Jessica has her full attention. Jessica looks hot tonight in a black micro mini, black heels, and a white see through shirt with a black studded bra underneath. Her curly hair is wild, as is her makeup.

For a second I long to be down there.

“Hey, I’ll be right back,” Cruze says. “I need a smoke…” His eyes flit to the club below. “Unless you want to come?”

“No, it’s okay. Hurry back though.” I kiss him lightly on the mouth.

He leaves the room and walks down the stairs. I see him walk over to the bar. Two strippers immediately accost him. They’re whispering and John is laughing.

It’s irritating.

“He left you alone?” The deep voice comes from behind and my heart literally stops.

Holy shit. It’s him. Somehow it’s Zane. He’s here.

“Yes,” I say. My thighs are quivering. I want to feel bad about that because I’m with Cruze, but I can’t. My body comes to life with excitement and my pussy is immediately wet.

He is right behind me now and one of his hands goes between my legs. He pushes aside my pink thong. “What have I told you about wearing panties?” He slaps my pussy.

“Zane,” I breathe, my body tightening and opening up for him. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Fuck you, of course. Make you come until you’re spent.” He slides a finger inside me. “So fucking wet,” he whispers as his other hand grabs my breast.

I gasp. “Cruze said he’d be right back,” I say, my eyes on Cruze. I’m watching him. He’s seated at the bar. One stripper has a hand on his thigh while another has her hands on his chest. He seems to be enjoying himself. “The waitress might come back too.”

“No, she won’t. He won’t. You’re mine for the next twenty minutes.” He lifts the bottom of my skintight black dress so it’s around my waist and rips off my panties, throwing them to the floor. He still has one finger inside and he slides in another, then leans over and kisses each ass cheek. “God, I’ve missed your perfect ass.”

I press my pussy against his fingers. I’m already close to orgasm. My body is so attuned to him. It’s as though every touch, every movement he makes is designed to make me come.

He rubs my clit with his thumb and slides in another finger.

I’m going to come. “Fuck,” I whisper as my orgasm releases all over his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out and I turn.

Seeing him makes me so happy and I jump into his arms. He chuckles and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips. “Hi,” I whisper against his mouth.

“Hi yourself.” He puts me on my feet. “You’ve been bad. I’m not finished punishing you.” He undoes his pants and his large, hard cock springs forward. Then he turns me around and pushes inside.

“God,” he breathes against my back. “I’ve missed being inside you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I say, closing my eyes and pressing into his hips.

He drives in and out several times. “Tell me which girl you’d fuck,” he says, matter of factly. The question startles me.

I open my eyes and search the club below. My eyes immediately go to Cruze. He’s being led away by the two strippers and I wonder where they’re going, but only for the briefest second. Zane shoves deeper inside and I lose all concentration.

“Tell me,” he orders, slapping my ass.

I’ve never done it with a girl. Jessica asked me once, but I turned her down. I’m into cock only, but to please Zane I say, “The blond with the pig tails.”

Zane slaps my ass again. “Don’t lie to me.” He thrusts into me so hard my head hits the glass.

“Fine,” I hiss, searching. There are several girls dancing. Most of them look the same. Fake breasts, fake tans, and thigh highs. But there is one. She’s tall, slender, and has short dark hair. She’s wearing thick black glasses. Her breasts are real. She looks almost too skinny, but I like her black and yellow boy shorts.

Zane slaps my ass harder. “Who?”

I gasp, feeling another orgasm building. “The one in the bumblebee boy shorts,” I say panting.

Zane growls. “Why her?” He reaches around and massages my clit with a finger. I moan, grinding against him, my hands on the glass.

“She’s brave,” I say when I can focus.

His thrusting slows. “Why do you say that?” He leans over, his chest touching my back, and he kisses my ear.

I touch the side of my face to his and try to watch the way the stripper dances. They’ve put her in a corner but there are several men vying for her attention. “She doesn’t look like the others but she dances as though she’s the hottest, most gorgeous woman in the room. She radiates power, sexuality, and wanton abandon. It’s hot.”

Zane pulls out and turns me toward him. “You’re remarkable,” he says and kisses me. Long and deep.

I cling to him, hoping he can feel how much I want him to stay.

“You’re brave too. And I agree. That stripper is the most gorgeous woman in the room.” I tense and he bites my lower lip. “But that’s because you aren’t down there, my sweet Cadence.” He deepens the kiss, opening my mouth. Our tongues are desperate for each other. I run my hands under his shirt and down to his ass. He pulls me away from the glass and walks me over to a couch. With one hand draped across my back, he slowly lowers me onto a cushion, spreads my legs wide apart, and kneels, pushing a finger inside.