After Club SIXXX: My Fire Down Below
I never knew Jase had it in him to man up and take what he wanted. At least not until that night at the club when he snuck under the table, his warm breath brushing across my thighs as he pressed his lips over my panties, the fire building deep inside as I felt him pushing his tongue over my wet slit… More
It was at that moment that his eyes widened as if finally seeing something he had never seen before, a moment of clarity that had been in front of him for so long finally being realized. “What… what is it?” I asked, as he broke away from me, the reality of what I had done hitting me as he gazed deeply into my eyes, his brows titling inward as he continued to gaze at me; his hand sweeping over the top of mine as he took a deep breath. “I… I trust you,” Jase said in a sexy whisper. "What do you mean, you trust me, I have been your best friend since 5th grade, of course you trust me,” I sighed, laughing slightly to the thought, “Just look around the room damn it and pick a chick already.” I hissed looking away for a moment to hide the sudden blush I could feel steaming across my face, the tension and sexual yearning showering over my entire body. “I… I always thought you were hot… even fantasized about you naked and in various positions before going to bed a few times,” he confessed ever so openly as images of his fantasy flashed through my mind, the heat growing between my thighs as I began to melt to those perverted vision. “What… WHAT?” I asked, swallowing hard on my beer, pretending to be surprised. “Why… why would you think such a thing?” I asked.
“I never really noticed until now how this place is very loud, dark and private at the same time,” he growled into my ear, his voice vibrating through me, rattling my thoughts as I tried to find something to say. “OH,” I gasped, rolling my eyes up into my head as I felt one of his hands pressing between my inner thighs, his actions hidden by the tablecloth. “Fu—fuck, Jase,” his nails raked over my moist slit though my panties as he slid his finger erotically up and down my hot opening, forcing me to bite my lip to the carnal sensation building between my thighs.
“Jase…,” I moaned deeply, yet at the same time hushing my own sounds, not wanting to draw attention to what was going on under our table. “What… what are you doing?” I whimpered, fighting the urges to groan, to cry or gasp to the pleasures pressing intimately against my moist, hot slit. “Choosing,” he growled, his fingers pulling away the elastic band of my panties as he breathed deeply, his warm, erotic breath rolling over my flesh as he pressed his tips into my pussy, my own sensual juices coating his fingers, as he surged further into me. “What… what about,” I gasped. “I’m over the bitch,” he breathed deeply, “I now know who I was really meant to be with, who’s really the important one to me,” he whispered, his eyes staring into mine as his words drove through my body.
“Mmm,” I gasped, feeling a bit of fear mixed with excitement bursting across my flesh, “Why… why am I resisting?” I thought to myself as my heart began to beat faster, “This… this was what I always wanted right?” I asked as the blood inside me began to boil to the feeling of his fingertips, while questions mixed with fragments of doubt slithered through my mind causing me to question, to wonder if I was truly ready to feel the full touch of him upon me. “Are you ready?” he asked with a rough whimper as he looked around the room, quickly falling to his knees as his head bobbed just above the top of the bar table. “Am I ready… for what?” I asked only to see him smile evilly, “to be the lookout,” he sighed, the rest of his body sliding quickly under the table, masked only by the cheaply made tablecloth.