Chapter Three

I follow Ty, chewing my lip, curious if I'm really bold enough to fuck someone in the middle of a crowded club, no matter how private his booth may be.

Who am I kidding? Ty makes me bold. Bold and wild and wanton. And wet. So very wet. I am absolutely going to do this.

When we get back to his booth and the glass is up, he sprawls onto the banquette, shoves the table out of the way, and pulls me in front of him. He doesn't remove his mask, or any of his clothes. Mine either, for that matter. He just yanks off my panties, unbuttons his pants to free himself, and rolls on a condom. With one eyebrow arched at me, he rucks up my dress and cups me, sliding his fingers along both sides of my clit.

My eyes want to roll back in my head, and a low moan spills out of me. He dips his fingers into me, gathering my creamy wetness, and then slides them back to my clit, strumming and flicking it like it's an instrument only knows how to play.

My hands land on his shoulders as I steady myself. My legs are trembling as the hot pressure builds in my belly. Without warning, he pinches my clit hard and I shriek, erupting as an orgasm races over me, sharp and intense. Before it can subside, he picks me up at the waist, and then drops me down on his cock, impaling me from below.

I gasp at the sudden invasion, because what I suspected from grinding on him was right: he's huge. Super thick and long enough to hit my G-spot if he angles himself right. He grunts his approval and leans forward to nibble at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

"You're so wet," he hisses. "And your orgasm is milking my cock. It feels fucking good."

"Yessss," I moan, shuddering at the sensations rushing through me. He's moving his hips slowly and smoothly, building the pleasure at an excruciating pace. I want to demand that he speed up, except I'm enjoying the slow build toward what I suspect might be the orgasm that kills me once and for all. I can feel it forming already, even though I just came fucking hard.

He reaches behind me with one hand and grabs my ass, squeezing firmly. His other hand snakes between us, strumming my still-throbbing clit, and I suck in a breath.

"You like that, sweet Penny?" he asks in a low voice.

I nod, feeling desperate. "Yes. Please don't stop."

He chuckles. "Why would I stop when I want to feel you come on my cock?"

He shifts his hips, tweaking the angle, and just as I suspected, manages to hit my G-spot with the flared crown of his dick.

I whimper and he notices, switching up the pace to drag himself over that sensitive place again and again. I gasp at the intensity of the feeling. I usually come from clit stimulation alone; the G-spot usually seems like it's more trouble than it's worth. But at this moment, I'm wondering why I don't have ten dildos that hit it, because this is incredible. I feel a new sense of fullness; my breasts feel heavy and taught, my inner walls are clenching, and my clit has its own heartbeat. And then, deep inside me, there's a pressure building where his cock continues to stroke me.

"Mmm, so good, sweet Penny. I can feel how hard you're gonna come," he croons.

"Y-you can?" I gasp.

He nods. "I can tell by the way your pussy is squeezing me. All I have to do is…" he trails off and uses one finger to firmly push against my clit. He doesn't strum or stroke; all he does is apply a steady, solid pressure.

My hips buck once, twice, and then the world explodes.

Stars dance in my vision, my breath goes sawing out of me, and every pleasure point in my body contracts and expands, a heart-stopping climax ripping through me. I'm writhing on him, desperate to find every facet of pleasure, and he encourages it, talking dirty and pressing my clit the whole time.

Just when I think the orgasm might be fading, he grunts and jerks.

"Fuck, Penny, you're squeezing me so tight. I'm gonna come," he announces, and then he's railing into me, groaning and gripping my ass, his dick swelling inside me and setting off more aftershocks that leave me gasping and shaking.

I collapse against his chest and his hands fall to his sides as we sit there panting.

"Holy bananas," I mumble, earning me a laugh.

"Glad you had fun," he murmurs.

We stay like that for a long time, quietly coming down. It isn't until I notice that the club seems to be closing that I sit up.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"It must be two," he says, without looking at his expensive watch.

"Time to go, I guess. Don't have to go home, but can't stay here and all that, right?"

He just laughs and helps me stand and straighten my dress. I give him one last lingering kiss as the music fades and the lights brighten. "It really is time for me to go. Thank you for an extraordinarily fun Halloween."

He squeezes my hand. "The pleasure was all mine. I'm sure I'll see you again."

I don't know about that. This place isn't that easy to get into. Then again, he owns it, so maybe I have an in. With a grin, I slip out of his booth and find Athena and Selene waiting for me near the exit.

"Ready, Penny?" Selene asks.

I nod. "Let's go."

They both move to the door. I try to follow them through, but I bounce against it, as if I've hit an invisible wall. "What the hell?" I try again, and the same thing happens. I can't pass the threshold, even though there's nothing there.

"Um, guys?" I say, thoroughly disturbed.

Selene gasps and Athena looks at me sadly. "Oh, Penny, what have you done?"

I shake my head. "What do you mean? I didn't do anything!" I rush the doorway again, and once again I bounce off of it.

"I tried to warn you," Athena says, a tear tracking down her cheek. They both raise their hands to wave goodbye and back out onto the street.