Eyes on Me (Salacious Players’ Club)

Eyes on Me: Part 2 – Chapter 22



Garrett

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Why is Mia standing in the voyeur hall with Eden fucking St Claire?

This can’t be happening. I remember what happened six months ago when Emerson nearly lost his girlfriend to Madame Kink herself. Not that Mia is my girlfriend…but she’s still mine.

My mind goes entirely blank as I storm across the hallway toward her, with one echoing thought: get her the hell out of here. Now.

Somewhere in the mess of my thoughts, I remind myself to do it as discreetly as possible. As I grab her arm, she lets me tow her out in a quick shuffle toward the curtain that leads to the staff hallway, but the moment we’re through it, where there is absolutely no public sex taking place, she yanks her arm out of my grasp.

“Let me go,” she snaps, rushing down the hall and away from me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I whisper as I chase after her. She ignores me as she stomps away, but when I see her heading toward the wrong door, the one that would lead her back to the voyeur hallway, I grab her by the waist and haul her back.

I press her against the wall to stop her from evading me again. “Answer me, Mia. What the hell are you doing in my club?”

“Your club?” she snaps. “You mean your sex club? How could you never tell me this?”

“Because I never expected you to come here,” I argue.

“Let me go,” she argues back, pushing away from me, but I can’t let her leave yet. I’m still blindsided by her even being here, and I need to just talk to her. I don’t want her to leave angry like this.

And then I fully take in what she’s wearing. It’s a skin-tight, short-as-fuck minidress made of shimmery metallic fabric that accentuates every curve of her body.

“What…are you wearing?”

“Oh, you want to control my clothes too?” she snaps.

I corner her, until her back is against the wall and my knee is pressed between her legs. “When you come into my club dressed like a prostitute, you better believe I’m going to control you. Your tits are hanging out, Mia.”

“Yeah, my tits,” she snaps, jutting her chin up toward me, and the sinister side of me loses control. I love when she pushes back, challenges me, stands up and picks a fight. So I tug her hair, angling her face upward as I lean in for a harsh kiss. My hand wraps around her lower back as I drag her body against me. She only fights for a second, her fists pounding against my chest right before she melts into my arms.

Shoving her against the wall, I lift her dress up just a couple of inches, so I can pull one of her legs around me. God I missed having her in my arms, feeling her soft skin in my hands and molding her chest to mine. She must have missed me too because she’s stopped fighting and she’s moaning into my mouth now, pulling me closer.

“You don’t fight fair,” she whispers against my mouth.

I reply with my fingers, running them up the inside of her thigh until I reach the moist fabric of her panties. “Are you wet from watching those people fucking?”

She tenses before pulling away from the kiss. “No, no, no. I’m mad at you.”

The more she tries to get away, the more I fight to hold her. It feels liberating here, away from the lake house and our parents and the reminders that we shouldn’t be doing this.

She finally fights her way out of my hold. “Garrett, I’m serious. I’m mad at you.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Because you lied to me. And because you led me on at the lake house. Played with me and made me…”

“Made you what?” I ask with a teasing smile.

“Made me like you, dammit!”

God, she’s cute when she’s angry. Even as she slaps me hard across my face.

“I get that complaint a lot,” I reply smugly.

She shoves me against my chest again with a frustrated grunt.

“All right, then if you want to leave, leave.”

She juts her chin up at me obstinately. “No, I don’t want to leave. I want to…”

“Want to what? What the fuck did you come here for in the first place?”

As her mouth opens to reply, she pauses. “Forget it.” She shoves against me again, moving toward the door. I stop her by moving my body in front of hers.

“Come on now, what was it?”

“You know what it was,” she mutters, without looking me in the eyes.

“I think I do, but say it, just so I know we’re on the same page.”

“I want you to fuck me, Garrett!” she yells, and I do my best to keep the smile off my face, but I’m only a man, after all, and that was both adorable and sexy as fuck at the same time.

“Shut up!” she screams, shoving me again. “You knew what I wanted, but you made me say it anyway.”

“And what about what we said yesterday? That we’re done playing. Remember?”

“You know what?” she says, lifting her chin. “You’re right. I’m in a sex club, after all. I’m sure I can find someone else to do it for me. I bet Eden could—”

With that, she spins on her heels and walks toward the door again. I know she’s full of shit, and arguing is just what we do, but I refuse to let her play that game with me.

“Like hell you are,” I bellow, hoisting her short frame up by the waist and tossing her over my shoulder. She puts up a little fight, but it’s unconvincing. If she wants down, she’ll fight her way down. Mia can be mad at me all she wants, but she’s not getting away from me. And she knows it.

“Where are you taking me?” She squeals as I carry her down the long hallway.

“You’re done being a brat, Mia,” I tell her as we reach the door that leads to the rooms along the other side of the building.

And I realize as we reach the first door on the left that Mia has left me with no choice. This is what she wants, and all the reasons we shouldn’t do this have been overshadowed by the image of her in the voyeur hall with Eden.

Setting her down inside the room, she looks around before gazing up at me. Of course, I didn’t bring her to just any room. I brought her to the one with large mirrors on every wall and even on the ceiling.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? If you want to back out, here’s your chance.”

She takes one look at me and then she jumps into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and latching onto my lips with her own.

I bury my hands into her hair at the nape of her neck and kiss her with wild energy and frantic need. Pulling her bottom lip between my teeth, I pinch the tender flesh just to hear her yelp into my mouth. And just as I expected, she bites me back like I wanted her to, nipping my lip between her teeth so hard it hurts. We are a frenzy of gnashing teeth and tangled tongues, my hands in her hair and hers gripping the jacket of the suit in her fists.

As I shove her against the wall, I grind my aching cock against her, already leaking at the tip just at the thought of being inside her. The moment Hunter told me she was in the club, my dick started throbbing. By the time I reached her, it was painfully hard.

She hums into my mouth as I yank up the bottom of her dress, feeling the lacy panties underneath. I let out a growl when she eagerly spreads her legs for me. My hands hook under her thighs, and she clings easily to my body as I grind against her again. I want to tear my cock out and fuck her right here and now against the wall, but I refrain. As badly as I need this, I can’t hurt her.

Her eagerness is obvious as she fumbles with the buttons of my shirt. She shoves my jacket off my shoulders, then starts on the buttons, while I’m sliding her dress straps down to find her waiting tits. It’s not long before I have one in my mouth, so soft and beautiful between my teeth.

Fuck, I need her. There is no stopping us now.

My patience runs out quickly, and I can’t take another second of foreplay. I quickly carry her to the bed and drop her onto the soft mattress, staring down at her as I slip each button through the holes of my shirt and shrug it off in a rush. She’s pulling her dress over her head and unclasping her bra as I’m removing my pants, and before I know it, we’re both naked and I’m climbing over her body with my swollen dick between us.

My head is spinning when her lush thighs embrace me around my waist. And as her warm hand wraps around my cock, the room around us disappears.

I’m rutting against her, my shaft seeking out the comfort of her body like it knows that’s where it belongs. Those beautiful, thick thighs are tight around my waist, and I’m resting comfortably in the warmth of her legs.

My mouth doesn’t leave her body, not for a second. It can’t. Because if I stop, I’ll realize what a bad idea this is. I’ll remember that this moment is fleeting, and even if she’s letting me touch her now, when we’re both done here, she’ll leave and go back to hating me again.

So I shut off my brain and slide my hands down, over her full breasts and soft stomach to the sweet aching center between her legs. When I dip my finger between her folds, I find her dripping, and it makes me moan so low and loud against her neck that I’m practically growling.

“You’re so wet for me.” God, I want to use her pet name at this moment, but I can’t give myself away. Because from here on out, there is no Drake. After tonight, she’ll forget all about him.

“Then, fuck me, Garrett. I’m ready.” Pulling my face to hers, she stares at me with a serious, pleading expression.

“I’ll get a condom.”

“I have an IUD,” she whispers against my lips. “I want to feel you. Please.”

My body is on fire, goosebumps erupting all over every inch of my skin, more turned on by that one little plea than I’ve ever been in my life. She has me so wrapped up in her at the moment that I’d do literally anything for her.

Mia has always been mine. Even if it wasn’t always like this, it was always meant to come to this. I know that’s true, so I slide the head of my cock just a few inches into her wet heat, watching her face as I do.

She flinches when I reach resistance, and her gaze focuses on the mirrored ceiling behind me. I freeze, the head of my cock just barely pressed inside her.

“Mia,” I say, bringing her attention to my face. “Eyes on me.”

Those beautiful blue eyes I’ve known for almost half my life gaze into my soul with only trust as I thrust my cock in, piercing her tightness and sliding until I’m all the way inside.

She squeals, but she never takes her eyes off of mine. I stare at her with my mouth hanging open, amazed at how right this feels and how beautiful she is and how much I want to stay here forever.

Sweet Jesus, I’ve missed this. I’ve been so focused on this being her first time that I barely register how long it’s been for me. And how even ten years ago, with some nameless woman I don’t remember, it never felt like this.

Everything about this with Mia is better. The warmth of her body, the feel of her legs holding me close, the bond burning brightly between us as we gaze into each other’s eyes, connected by more than just our bodies.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I whisper. I wish she knew how big this moment is for me. How long I’ve waited to feel this. I don’t move, remaining buried inside her and savoring the sensation without seeking friction, although the craving to move is getting intense.

Her fingers reach down to the place where our bodies are fused, running over the base of my cock to where it disappears between her folds. I watch her face as she explores, shifting her hips to accommodate me, and with each small movement of her body, I fight the urge to thrust.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

“Burns a little, but not bad.”

Leaning down, I kiss her pretty pink lips, softer than before. Not out of need, but out of want. Because I love the taste of her lips, and I want to pretend for a moment that I wasn’t so fucked up in the head and could be the guy for her. She finally pulls away from the kiss and latches her hands around my neck.

“Garrett,” she murmurs, staring up at me with lust in her hooded gaze, “fuck me now.”

“You want it hard?”

Biting her lip, she nods.

Losing control, I grab the headboard in one hand, bracing myself with the other, and I slam into her, watching her face. She cries out in a breathy exhalation of pleasure, mouth open and head back, and I pound inside her again.

Her moans are sweet and loud, her nails digging into my neck and shoulder. I have to force myself not to come too soon because everything is perfect. Her voice, her face, the way her tits move with my thrusts, and the tight welcoming heat of her body.

“More,” she pleads. Our bodies move in perfect unison, and the look on her face and the pacing of her breaths tell me she’s getting close.

I’m not ready to be done with her yet, though. I don’t think I’ll ever be done. At this point, I’ll never want to pull out of her.

Shifting back to my knees, I pull her legs up to my shoulders and continue my thrusts, watching the way her expression changes with this new position.

“Right there, right there, right there,” she chants in a low whisper.

Our eyes meet while I’m buried deep inside her, and it’s so fucking surreal how right this feels. I’ve never felt this close to a woman I was fucking, let alone looked in their damn eyes like this.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispers. Reaching down, I strum the sensitive nub of her clit. She hums and squirms, and I know she’s getting close.

“Come with me, baby.”

“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” she shrieks in a breathy cry. And I fuck her hard and fast, losing sense of everything else in the room but her and me and the feeling of her tight heat around my cock.

It’s the sound of her orgasm that finally does me in. She screams, throaty and guttural, as her back arches, her claws biting the sheets in her fists and the muscles of her legs tensing over my shoulders. I stare down at the place where we are connected as I come, spilling into her over and over and over, and just like that, ending the longest ten years of celibacy with the last person in the world I should be with.

But she said she was saving herself for me, and maybe I was saving myself for her too. Not literally, of course. Three weeks ago, I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing this with Mia, but I was resigned to never feeling like this with a woman again, and all along, I had no idea I could feel it with her.

As we both come down, I release her legs from my shoulders and collapse onto the bed next to her. I’m waiting for her to climb out of the bed, put her clothes on, and leave me again. What I don’t expect is her turning her head toward me and saying, “How long before we can do it again?”


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