The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan

Her lips pressed against my cock through the fabric of my pants, brushing a soft, teasing kiss that sent every nerve ending in my body into overdrive. My spine went rigid, shoulders locked in and my breath got trapped somewhere between my lungs and throat.

Red.

She knelt before me on the plane. It was dark and for some reason I wouldn’t see her eyes, but I could see, feel, everything else- especially that gloriously hot mouth teasing at my cock.

My hand shot out, fingers tangling in that gorgeous red hair, winding the silky strands around my fist. She purred and the sound vibrated against my cock straining to be let out. My hips jerked forward involuntarily and a low grunt left my lips.

She kissed me again, those plump lips pressing against the massive tent in my pants. Her tongue darted out, traced the outline of my cock through the fabric.

Fuck.

Heat pooled low in my belly, coiled tightly and dangerously. My grip on her hair tightened and the little minx gave a breathy moan as she kept kissing and teasing.

"Please? Please let me have your cock, sir," She whimpered, looking up at me. I still couldn’t make out what the color of her eyes were and I would if I could think straight, but I needed that mouth wrapped around my cock, or I was really going to lose my shit.

I let go of her hair, the soft silky strands sliding through my fingers. Her hands immediately went to my zipper. The metallic sound made my cock pulse harder- knowing she was closer to getting my cock already had my nerves shot as hell. God, who was this woman and what was she doing to me?

A deep groan left my throat as she reached in, soft, slender fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock, pulling me free. The cool air hit my heated skin for half a second before her mouth was on me.

Christ.

Wet, silky wet heat wrapped around my shaft and like some teenager, precum spurted down my dick. Her pink velvet tongue stuck out and swirled up the veiny shaft, teasing my skin before those lips stretched around my girth, taking me in deep.

My breath snagged, another groan slipped from my lips as my cock hit the back of my throat.

Sweet lord in heaven, she was killing me.

Her clothes had vanished, somewhere, somehow. She knelt naked between my legs now, those perfect breasts that I had groped and squeezed on the plane bouncing with every movement of her head.

My eyes locked on them, watched them jiggle as she sucked me harder, took me deeper. Her nipples stood peaked, dusky pink, practically begging for my hands.

But I couldn’t move. My fingers dug into the armrests. My lungs burned from holding my breath. It got expelled with a hiss when her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, traced the ridge and licked against that sensitive spot just beneath the tip. White spots exploded behind my eyelids.

My hips jerked forward, pushing deeper into her mouth. She hummed around me, the vibration shooting up my spine like lightning.

More, baby, I needed more.

I fisted her hair again, holding her in place as I thrust, hanging on to her silky hair like my life fucking depended on it. My naughty Red moaned, taking every inch of my cock.

The feel of her throat constricted around my length ripped a guttural sound from my chest. Those breasts kept bouncing. So fucking hypnotic and beautiful. I wanted to reach down, grab them, feel their weight in my palms again. I wanted to pinch those nipples until she moaned around my cock.

My breathing came harsh and ragged. The pressure at the base of my spine intensified, coiled tighter, ready to snap. She hollowed her cheeks, making wet little noises as she sucked harder. Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, cupping my balls-

God, yes!

I thrust again and again, using her mouth, chasing that release that hovered just out of reach. My balls tightened. The tension wound tighter, then her tongue did something devastating, licking down my cock straight to my balls and the coil snapped.

"Red!"

My eyes flew open to meet the darkness. A dim light from my bedside drawer reflected a bit of my bedroom ceiling. The familiar weight of my duvet tangled around my legs. Shit! It was just a dream. My cock throbbed against my boxers, achingly hard, the fabric damp with precum. I could still feel her mouth on me and those perfect tits bouncing.

With a groan, I shoved my hand into my underwear. My fingers wrapped around the length of my cock, all slick and hot, and I pumped fast and hard.

I closed my eyes and she was there again. On her knees. Those lips wrapped around me. Those breasts jiggling with every movement. I needed to find her. I would pay anything to get to touch her, hold her while I sink into that tight cunt again.

My hand moved faster, grip tightening around my shaft. The friction sent sparks up my spine, making me throw my head back, grunting for her. My other fist twisted in the sheets. The memory of the way she’d felt around me, hot and tight and perfect. The sounds she had made. The way she had begged for more.

...I want you to fuck me, fast and hard...

The orgasm slammed into me. A deep roar let my lips, every muscle in my body going taut as I came hard. Hot cum surged from my cock, spilling over my fingers, my abs, the waistband of my underwear.

"Red," I panted, dropping my head back against the pillows, chest heaving, hand still wrapped around my softening cock. My heart hammered against my ribs.

This was spiraling. I just touched myself to a strange woman I met on a plane. I had to have lost my damned mind. Throwing an arm out, I grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiped my hand and stomach, then I reached into the drawer.

My fingers found the black card immediately, smooth and cool against my palm. The word SANCTUARY embossed in silver lettering caught the dim light from my lamp.

Henry had pressed it into my hand months ago when we were drinking at his house.

"When you’re ready," he had said with that knowing smirk. I had rejected his idea like it burned me. A fucking sex club? I could only imagine the PR nightmare if it ever got out.

But what the hell was I supposed to do? My fist could only get me so far. It was nothing, nothing, compared to the feel of a glistening, wet hot cunt greedily gulping down my cock. The image of Red riding my cock filled my head and I gritted my teeth. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Victoria was fucking half of New York behind my back anyway while I tortured myself with guilt. Red had cracked something open inside me.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, squinting at the screen.

Mother calling...

It was barely past five in the morning, why on earth was she calling so damned early? My jaw clenched hard as I swiped right to respond.

"Finnegan." Mother’s voice was cold as always. I could hardly remember a time when her voice was warm and inviting... No wait, I could. She would smile and her dark eyes would light up, but it was never for me.

Never for me.

"Mother. It’s five in the morning."

"I’m aware of the time. I’m calling about the charity gala next month, the one honoring your father’s legacy."

Of course she was. All she ever cared about was the family legacy, money and him.

Gritting my teeth, I shoved the covers off me and slid out of bed. "What about it?"

"You need to bring Victoria. If you attend alone, it would be disastrous. People are already talking about the state of your marriage and some already think you’re divorced."

My free hand curled into a fist. "The state of my marriage is none of their concern-"

"Everything about this family is their concern," she snapped. "We have a reputation to maintain. We’ve been over this, you cannot divorce Victoria, we-"

"Is that all you called to say, Mother?" My grip tightened around the phone. I would not be having this same conversation with her.

She scoffed. "Maybe if you spent less time at the office and more time reminding Victoria why she married you, she wouldn’t be seeking attention elsewhere."

My brows shot up. So it was my fucking fault? Was it my fault that a woman who promised to spend forever with me was cheating on me?

My blood boiled and the urge to let loose the anger I had been clamping down on for decades, pushed and teased at my skin. I should put her in her place. I wasn’t five years or a bloody teenager anymore, dammit, she had no say in my life.

Instead, I bit out in a clipped tone. "Is there anything else, Mother?"

She gave a huff and the dial tone reached my ears. I stared at the phone in my hand as the screen went dark.

It didn’t sting, knowing that my mother cared more about her reputation and wealth and less for the pain and hurt I was going through.

It didn’t. It burned, it boiled and rolled in my veins that she had the audacity to blame me for Victoria cheating.

I grabbed the black card that had fallen on the bedsheet, holding it up.

Fuck it.

Tapping rapidly on my phone, I pulled up Henry’s contact. If I couldn’t find Red, I’d find someone else. Someone to take the edge off this hunger gnawing at my insides.

Me:When does your club open?

His reply came almost immediately. I glanced at the time display at the top of my phone. It was some thirty minutes past five am.

Henry: Well, well, well. Finnegan Wolfe finally taking me up on my offer? I’m thrilled, brother. The club opens tonight, thank God for wonderful timing or you’d have been sorry you missed it.

Me: Oh fuck off. Why are you awake?

Henry: Same reason you’re awake. I’m getting some snuu snuu.

My brows furrowed in confusion. If I said I understood half the things Henry said, I would be lying to myself.

Henry: I’ll handle everything. Just show up okay? Live a little, Finn. You’ve been through enough hell. How’s the old witch?

Me: Still kicking.

Henry: Well, Damn that’s a shame.

I set the phone down, turning the black card between my fingers. I never made decisions recklessly. Henry was the co founder of the club and I could trust him but going to a club was a big fucking deal.

So was dying of blue balls....