Iron Rods: 1 (Strip Club) (9 page)

“Are you motorboating down there?”

Tatum’s droll voice broke through his haze of
testosterone-driven euphoria. God, how he loved being a man.

He tilted his face, taking in her amused expression. “As a
matter of fact, I am.”

“I have to tell you, Slick, I didn’t take you for the kind
of guy I’d catch playing patty cake with my breasts. You’re surprising me
here.”

Bennett surprised himself. He
wasn’t
that kind of
man.

Behaving this way with his lovers from New York would have
been unthinkable. But then again, when would he have the time to do so even if
he had the inclination? Many of the respectable women he’d bedded from the
upper crust wanted little more than a hurried fuck. Get in, get out and don’t
muss the hair or makeup. They had events to attend, people to be seen with and
only a moment to spare for a fast and furious lay. Considering he’d only been
interested in a quick fuck as well, the arrangement had been more than fine
with him.

Now?

Well, being silly was enjoyable.

Having fun during sex and taking his time. What a novel
experience.

“Then we’re even,” he replied.

Before she had a chance to ask what he meant, he used his
bristly cheeks to push aside the tops of her bra, exposing more of her ripe
breasts, including the rosy circles of her nipples. The twin peaks, hard like
small pebbles, pointed toward him as though pleading for attention. Who was he
to deny them?

He latched on to the base of one puckered nipple and sucked
while swirling the stiffened nub with the end of his tongue. Round and round he
teased the pleated flesh, continually adjusting the suction of his mouth to
keep his willing subject guessing. When he’d dallied enough at one breast, he shifted
to the other, repeating the rough affliction until he’d satisfied himself and
was ready to move on to her other waiting pleasures.

Grazing the smooth skin of her flat stomach, he moved lower,
stopping to explore her bellybutton. She squealed when the tip of his tongue
delved into the delicious cave.

As he made his slow descent, he sensed the tightening of
Tatum’s torso and legs. Rather than becoming relaxed and pliant, she stiffened,
ringing warning bells in his head. The second his tongue slid beneath the top
of her panties, she shot up from her reclining position and grabbed both sides
of his head.

“I’m not sure if I can do that.” She applied force, lifting
his face to meet her eyes.

Anxiousness worried those bottle-green gems. She had all the
signs of an inexperienced woman.

Impossible.

Beautiful and twenty-six, Tatum couldn’t be a virgin. Could
she?

He had to handle this unexpected situation with care. One
wrong move and she’d be dressed and out the door, leaving him with a set of
blue balls that would make even the best doctors speechless.

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” His mouth
uttered the words with all sincerity, but his dick fought each articulated
syllable. Hell yes, he most definitely wanted to go down on her. Discovering
the secrets hidden deep within a woman’s folds was one of his greatest
pleasures. He swallowed hard, trying to force down his growing concern.

“I do want to,” she started, then bit her lip and looked
away.

Rising, Bennett took both of her hands in his and angled his
body until he could see her face. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that
pretty head of yours? I promise, whatever we do here, I’ll go as slow and
gentle as I can. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know. I really do. It’s not that. I just—” She frowned
and shook her head.

He squeezed her hands. “If you’re a virgin, it’s okay.
There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone has a first time, even me.
When I lost my virginity, I was as nervous as I was excited. But I ended up
having one of the best experiences of my life.”

She let out a quiet snort. “You think I’m a virgin?”

“You’re not?”

“No!”

“Well that’s a load off.” He placed her hands in her lap,
then rose to his full height. “Then mind filling me in on what’s going on here?
I just want to go down on you, not take a bite out of your thigh.” Though the
thought of nibbling one was extremely pleasant.

She cut those emerald eyes to him and stared. “You do?”

“Damned right I do. I love eating pussy. Is that so
strange?”

Her shoulders shrugged ever so slightly. “Most guys I’ve
been with didn’t like to do that, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m not most guys.” Hearing the exasperation in his
voice, he wanted to smack himself. Getting her riled up was only going to take
this situation in the wrong direction. Patience. He needed patience.

“Listen,” he said more calmly. “Men like different things.
There are some men who like legs and some who like breasts. I just happen to be
a guy who enjoys muffin. No, strike that. I love eating muffin.” He lifted a
finger to her cheek and brushed the velvety skin. “Right now there’s only one
thing I’d rather do than put my mouth on your,” he couldn’t stop himself,
“nether region.”

This time Tatum chuckled. The happy sound cracked through
the unease that had built in the atmosphere of the small room. Her frame
relaxed.

“What’s the one thing you would rather do?” the sassy Texan
had the nerve to ask.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, we’ll get to that.”

Relief and excitement fought for control of her wildly
beating heart. She had told Bennett the truth. Few men she’d been with had
wanted to go down on her. Knowing Bennett was going to and
wanted
to
sent warm waves of cream to the aching juncture between her legs.

What she hadn’t mentioned was the fact she hadn’t been with
many men. Aside from the occasional straight guy she’d come across in college,
the majority of men she spent time with, the ones majoring in dance, were gay.
Unfortunately for her sex life, the stereotype with her classmates was true.
But in the process of making her way through the various required courses to
complete her degrees, she’d become the best of friends with most of the men.
The community of professional dancers was small, making the members more like
family than potential lovers anyway.

She braced herself, not sure what to expect as the smile
melted from Bennett’s handsome face and was replaced by a look so smoldering
her already heated blood sizzled with heightened anticipation. Here stood an
experienced man who appeared to be sincere about his desire. If his performance
met even her lowest expectations, she’d be digging her fingernails into the
hard wood of the desk as soon as she felt his balmy breath on her wanting
pussy. Anything beyond that would place this encounter with the slick New Yorker
at the pinnacle of her miniscule sexual repertoire.

Before he lowered himself, he licked his lips. A shiver,
feather soft, crept over her skin, causing the fine hairs on her arms to stand
on end. Not able to bear witness to his impending act of pleasurable
manipulation, she tilted back her head and tried to calm her jittery nerves.

Would it be possible to enjoy herself while he went down on
her? What if something embarrassing happened? Not able to see what he was
doing, she waited for the inevitable.

She didn’t have to wait long. The instant she felt his mouth
on her mound, a sharp
yip
escaped her mouth and her lower body
involuntarily jerked as though she’d been zapped by the end of a live wire.

“Relax.” He chuckled against the inside of her leg. “This is
supposed to be enjoyable.”

“I’m enjoying myself.”

She spoke the words in a voice so high pitched it teetered
on being a squeak. Every nerve ending stood on alert. She was wound up tighter
than an eight-day clock.

“Take a deep breath. Good. Now relax.”

The sound of his voice trailed off and warm velvet stroked
her clit. An electric current spread through her belly. The feeling was nothing
short of thrilling. She sucked in a lungful of air and awaited his next move.
He licked again, this time dragging the length of his tongue over her aroused
kernel, then proceeded to lap at it over and over with long lazy draws.

Pure bliss soothed her unwanted tension and coaxed groans
from her lips. Her muscles loosened while her pussy contracted, trickling more
warm cream from her ready slit. A vortex of sexual voltage twisted like an
electrified tornado with each sweep of his tongue. The sensation built, taking
her higher, then higher still.

Her fingers found the edge of the desk. She grabbed on to
its wide ledge as a powerful need for release gripped her body. Her pelvis
rocked to the rhythm of his licks, willfully pressing her throbbing nub against
the growing force of his tongue. She ached for the perfect amount of pressure
that would send her rocketing.

When he latched his mouth over her clit and bore down on the
tender bead, her world exploded. She cried out as wave after wave of tiny shock
currents zinged from her mound to all points of her body. Her arms weakened, no
longer able to support her weight, then gave way. Chest heaving and blood
roaring in her ears, Tatum lay back on the cold surface of the desk and closed
her eyes while aftershocks continued to electrify her pussy and stomach.

After several moments she caught her breath and opened her
eyelids. Sitting up, she found Bennett staring at her with his ice-blue eyes
from the leather chair. A lock of his dark hair had fallen rakishly over his
forehead. A satisfied grin stretched across his incredibly talented mouth.

“I’m speechless,” she uttered on a thin exhale.

“Then perhaps I need to do that more often.” He stood,
blocking the view of the shelves behind him with his muscular frame, and placed
a hand on one of her knees. “I hope I didn’t wear you out. We still have the
grand finale to look forward to. I think it might be a real showstopper.”

Dozens of fireflies brushed inside her belly, providing a
warm glow. How any sexual act could be more of a showstopper than the one he’d
just performed was unfathomable. So was the idea of having intercourse with a
man who possessed devastating good looks, quick wit and a level of
sophistication she’d never been exposed to.

She swallowed hard as those fireflies flew up in a thick
swarm and caught in her throat.

From every angle, Bennett was gorgeous, polished, perfect.
Her limited experience included the awkward neighbor boy from back home and
three nice-looking guys from college. None of them began to compare to Bennett.
They weren’t even in the same league. Not in looks, class or basic sexual
maneuvering.

I’m not in his league either.

What the hell am I doing?

She felt her shoulders stiffen then rise to her ears. A
chill of anxiety raised gooseflesh over her skin.

Relax
, she reminded herself. This was supposed to be
enjoyable. Hopefully it would be as enjoyable for Bennett as it had been so far
for her. She might not know all the right moves when it came to sex, but she’d
do her best. She had taken some acting classes in college, after all. As long
as she was enthusiastic and passionate, surely she’d be able to fake her way through
her pitifully few skills.

Bennett yanked the tails of his dress shirt from his slacks,
then unfastened each button. When he pulled open the shirt front, revealing a
broad, masculine chest lightly dusted with springy, dark hair and abs that
could only be described as shredded, her brain fried.

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” She gasped and her hand
flew to her mouth as she realized she’d spoken the words aloud.

Why was her piehole always set on spew? Couldn’t she keep
anything to herself?

Halfway through removing his dress shirt, his hands came to
an abrupt halt. “I thought you said you aren’t a virgin.”

“I’m not. I’m not.” She shook her head furiously and bit the
inside of her lip, wishing she could pluck the words of her admission from the
air and stuff them someplace far, far away. Making matters worse, her drawl
sounded as Southern as chicken-fried steak. “I just don’t have… I lack some…
Oh, good grief. I haven’t had much practice at it. That’s all. Okay? No
biggie.”

His face was a blank. Nothing in his expression hinted at
the thoughts crossing his mind. Half-dressed, his arms frozen in place, he
simply watched her as though she might have even more bad news to blurt out.

“And I don’t have any condoms,” she added. “Y’all have
condoms?”

The question seemed to jar his mind. He nodded and finished
stripping off his shirt, letting if fall unheeded to the floor. Unexpectedly,
he reached up and held her face with both hands, then laughed so hard his
stomach shook.

“You’re a real mess, aren’t you?”

“I’m not a mess,” she disagreed. “I’m complicated. I also
believe in safe sex, so we have to have the condoms. If you’re looking for a
mess, I’ll introduce you to my roommate, Heather. She’s got being a mess down
to a science.”

He caressed her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, then
examined her face as though searching for something. Probably some hint of
sanity. She couldn’t blame him if he thought she was one ant shy of a picnic.
If he had acted the way she’d just done, she’d probably think the same way.

“I’ve got condoms. Not to worry.”

Bending, he brushed his lips over hers, tender and light,
then planted a kiss so full of passion it had her reeling.

“I have no idea what I’m doing either,” Bennett said into
her mouth before slipping his tongue past the barricade of her teeth and
sweeping the tip along the length of hers.

This strange New Yorker with movie star looks kissed her
with the ferocious need of a ravenous man. Plunging and tasting, stroking and
teasing, his delicious tongue entranced her until the fears her inexperience
had provoked eased to a mild afterthought.

He yanked her closer, wrapping his muscled arms around her
while nudging her legs apart. Just as quickly as the kiss began, he broke it
off. He fished his wallet out of his pocket, located a small foil pouch and
tossed the condom on the desk not far from Tatum’s leg.

“I don’t think I can hold off much longer,” he said on a
jagged breath. “I need you now.”

Warm juices flowed from her pussy, induced by his
confession. He wanted her, desired her,
needed
her. She felt more like a
woman in that single moment than all other moments of her life combined.

Bennett unfastened his belt and drew the shiny leather strap
from the restraining loops in one quick moment. After tossing it aside, he
unbuttoned and unzipped the tailored slacks that lay low on his hips, then let
the expensive piece of clothing fall to the floor.

His underwear, silk knit boxer briefs in cobalt blue, clung
to his skin, leaving little for the imagination. The sculpted muscles of his abdomen
had created a natural causeway to his groin, leading her gaze downward and to
the left. There a considerable bulge pressed against the snug fabric, clearly
outlining the contours of his cock and its rounded rim.

She licked her lips when she noticed a wet spot surrounding
the tip. He was as hot and ready as she was. Although she didn’t have a lot of
practice sucking a man’s cock, putting his thick tool in her mouth and lapping
at his juices was an experience she didn’t want to miss.

Before he could remove the tight underwear, she started to
stand, but he stopped her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His husky voice sounded
loud in the quiet of the small office.

“I want to help you.” She placed a foot on the ground.
“You’ve been more than generous with me. I want to return the favor.”

“Not this time.” With gentle force, he picked her up and
placed her solidly back on top of the desk.

Not this time? Did that mean he planned on having sex with
her again? His assumption she’d be willing teetered on arrogance. What a
surprise—not.

The temptation to argue with him teased her willpower to
keep her mouth shut. Yes, he’d satisfied her once today. God, the man was
talented with his tongue. But she’d be crazy to leave before feeling his big
cock inside her. This was one of those once-in-a-lifetime adventures she’d hate
herself for missing. If she did, when she was older, she’d look back at this
moment and kick herself for not taking advantage of this opportunity to fuck
someone so freakishly handsome.

Biting her tongue, she watched as he slid the final piece of
his clothing over the taut muscles of his legs. His cock sprang from its fabric
captivity, thick and full and thoroughly tantalizing.

Would she consent to another hook-up with Bennett? The
powerful clench of her pussy and the abundance of her own liquid heat suggested
a vote in his favor.

Bennett picked up the condom, ripped open the foil pouch and
slipped the shimmering piece over his penis. Her breath hitched when he
positioned himself between her legs and grabbed her hips, pulling her ass to
the edge of the desk.

“If there’s anything you want to share with me before I go
any further, now is the time.”

His meaning couldn’t have been more clear. If she really was
a virgin, she’d better come clean.

“I think you talk too much, Slick.”

Holding his cock with one hand, he rubbed its head through
the slick folds of her labia up to her clit. Each time the engorged tip touched
her sensitive nub, she moaned in anticipation. He placed the head in her wet
opening and slowly pushed and pulled, letting only the very tip enter. His gaze
locked with hers in silent question. She nodded her answer.

Inch by inch, taking his time, he ventured inside until his
entire length filled her wanting channel. He sighed, though whether in relief
or from pleasure, she couldn’t be sure.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he ground his pelvis against her
aching mound, finding an easy rhythm she could match. Then he pulled out a bit
and thrust back in several times, causing the walls of her pussy to expand and
contract with each movement. He rocked his hips back and forth, building speed
and force. Greedy to feel every throbbing bit of him, she tilted up her pelvis
while tightening the muscles in her gut.

She grabbed the edge of the desk, looking for a solid
anchor. She need not have bothered. Bennett placed his hands under both sides
of her hips, finding her ass. He held on tight as he continued to ride her.
Thrust after thrust, he rammed his cock to the root, reaching depths in her
pussy no man had ever touched. Each push compounded her growing need, each pull
coaxed her to let go.

Bennett’s chest glistened with a light sheen of sweat, his
ragged breaths fanned her heated skin. When his fingers dug into the flesh of
her ass cheeks, she couldn’t hold on any longer.

She let out a groan, loud and powerful, as one tidal wave of
ecstasy after another crashed against the jagged rocks of her release. Bennett
joined her, delivering one final thrust as a near roar escaped his lips.

Completely spent, her muscles little more than warmed taffy,
Tatum allowed herself to fall back on the desk to catch her breath and steady
the wild beating of her heart. Bennett pulled himself from her and collapsed at
her side.

“You…were…incredible,” he said, sucking in air.