Page 2 of Sin Wagon
The song finishes, and she slowly stands, smiling as she grabs her discarded items. “Shit, I forgot to get the dance money beforehand.”
“That’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you all now.” I reach into my back pocket, pull out my wallet, and hand her three hundred-dollar bills. “Keep it.”
“That’s way too much. The dance is only seventy-five, then a tip,” she tells me.
“You were worth every penny, sweetheart.” I smirk and pray this stiffy goes down soon, so I can leave the room. I feel like a goddamn teenager.
“You’re actually my last dance of the night. At least let me buy you a drink,” she offers, fastening her bra behind her back.
“I’ll take you up on that offer.”
“Meet you at the bar. Give me ten minutes to put normal clothes on, yeah?”
Chapter 2
DELILAH
This was not how I planned to spend my night. I wanted to come to work for a few hours, make some money, and then go home to my vibrator and bed. But when my girl Ruby said some rich-looking man in a suit was asking for a private dance, I jumped all over that shit. Older men always tip better than younger dudes and you rarely have to work as hard.
When I got in the room, though, the silver fox waiting for me was not what I expected. He was wearing a dark navy suit that was a complete contrast to his hazel eyes. His hair was dark, with only a sprinkle of salt and pepper throughout. Like, he went to a stylist and asked for gray highlights. He looks to be pushing forty, but fuck if I care. Older men have always been my kryptonite; blame my daddy issues. Hell, blame my mommy issues. I don’t care, just give me a hot older man with a good dick and I’m in heaven.
Which is exactly how I find myself in the alley behind the club, pressed against the bricks of Hidden Gems. One drink led to another, then another, and the night flew by as Wells flirtedand made me laugh. So when he offered to walk me to my car after last call, I accepted.
“Fuck, you’re stunning,” he murmurs as his lips crash on mine.
Our tongues swirl around one another as he tastes me. Wells’ hands move under my top to my breasts and he cups them. His thumbs graze my hardened nipples, and he groans when he feels my barbells.
“Touching is even better than seeing.”
“More,” I pant as I grind against him like a cat in heat.
It’s been a while since I’ve had an orgasm I didn’t give myself, so if he’s willing, I want it; now. Sliding my hands to his slacks, I make quick work of the button, shoving my hand inside and wrapping my hand around his cock.
Fuck, he’s huge.
I firmly pump his shaft, running my thumb over his tip, collecting his pre-cum to use as more lubricant. “I don’t have a condom. But I got tested a month ago. I’m good,” he whispers against my lips.
“I don’t care. It’s routine to be tested for the club and I’m good.” Not exactly smart, but I don’t care. He’s sexy as fuck. I’m horny as hell, and I can get a Plan B tomorrow.
He hesitates for a moment before he grabs me, picks me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist, and rips my panties off.
“Fuck it,” he growls.
Praise Jesus for skirts.
Grabbing his dick with one hand, he slides his mushroom head through my folds and I hiss at the contact.
“So wet for me, pretty girl,” he praises, his voice low and filled with approval. I whimper in response, my body aching with the need for him inside me. I can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he looks down at me, his smile widening. He positions his tip at my center and drives forward in one hard thrust.
“Fuck!” I cry, dropping my head back against the cool bricks as he bucks up into me repeatedly.
My heels dig into the ass of his slacks, desperate for more, pushing him to go faster, harder. I want it all.
“God damn, you’re tight baby,” he compliments through clenched teeth.
He brings his right hand to my clit and rubs in circular motions. I know I won’t last much longer with his tip hitting my sweet spot.
“I’m close,” I whine and he groans, nipping at my neck.
