Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel (28 page)

Once at the room, he had
to scan his club key in order for the doors to open. Tag pushed
open the heavy glass panel door, then stood back and allowed
McKenna to precede him into the room. The door closed behind them
with a whoosh, the lock clicking loudly in the small
space.

“
The McCoy’s spared no
expense did they?” McKenna asked as she began moving about the
small space.

“
They’re concerned about
safety,” he told her. “Can you blame them?”

McKenna smiled back at
him, and he once again was lost in her beauty. Good God he was
turning into a fucking sap.

“
After seeing that floor,”
McKenna nodded her chin upward, “I can’t say that I do.”

Tag couldn’t agree more.
He had never been fond of the third floor, but that’s because his
own kinks leaned more toward bondage, the occasional spanking, and
being watched. He didn’t even get a great thrill out of
watching.

Tag stood back, allowing
McKenna to look around the small, ten by ten room. There wasn’t
much to see really. The back wall was made of exposed brick while
the other three, including the only door, were made of glass. Still
to this day, Tag had no clue how Mistress Serena managed to keep
all of the glass so clean and clear, but somehow she
did.

He knew the rooms were
sterilized after each person left, and for sanitary purposes, they
used only a fitted white sheet on the small mattress in the room.
That’s also why the room wreaked of bleach and disinfectant. The
floor was tiled with white marble, and the only other piece of
furniture was a small bedside table with a single drawer in
it.

McKenna pulled open the
drawer while Tag watched, and he knew what she would find. Condoms.
That’s all. And there weren’t that many because again, Mistress
Serena was concerned with safety, so she had them restocked after
every use to ensure they hadn’t been tampered with, which Tag
explained to McKenna as she eyed them.

“
It’s definitely not an
upscale hotel room,” McKenna smiled.

“
That it’s not,” he
agreed.

“
Do you do this
often?”

Her question shouldn’t
have surprised him, but he suddenly wasn’t sure he wanted to answer
her. Why, he didn’t know. “Not as often as you think,” he finally
replied.

As she walked the perimeter of the room once
more, Tag followed her with his eyes. “Come here.”

McKenna’s gaze met his as
she slowly turned and approached him. Mixed with the heat he saw
churning in the brilliant colors, he also saw something
else.

Nervousness.

“
We don’t have to do this,
you know,” he explained as he took her hands in his and pulled her
close until her breasts were pressing against his chest.

“
I know.”

“
I’ll be more than happy
to take you back to my room and tie you up again,” Tag said
lightly.

That damn smile of hers lit him up from the
inside out yet again.

“
I might just take you up
on that offer.” McKenna’s hands roamed up over his chest, before
cupping his neck. “After.”

After?

Tag couldn’t get the single word out of his
mouth, but then again, he was fixated on her soft, full lips.
Unable to stop himself, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to
hers, sliding his tongue over her bottom lip. “This is your show,
baby,” he whispered.

He caught the faint nod of
her head before she pulled him closer and crushed her mouth to his,
and he let her take all she needed from him.

And just like that, the room disappeared, as
did anything and everything other than this woman in his arms.

*** ~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***

McKenna inhaled Tag’s
intoxicating scent, his delicious taste, and the spectacular feel
of his warm, needy hands on her body. It was almost enough to make
her forget where they were. Almost. She could still smell the
pungent, bitter scent of disinfectant even over the warm, spicy
scent of Tag. She could sense the brutal, blinding fluorescent
lights that beamed down on them from the ceiling. And she could
hear the muffled throb of the music from outside of the glass
walls.

But none of it seemed to
matter as long as she was right here with this man. She was
aroused. The images of the scenes that played out on the ground
floor were burned into her brain, reminding her of all the things
she wanted to do to him. All of the ways she wanted to show him
just how good it felt to lose that hard earned control.

But this wasn’t the place for that. A couple
of years ago, this might’ve been the place for a lot of her
fantasies, but right now, there was only one thing on her mind.

Gripping the waistband of
Tag’s slacks, McKenna moved backward, closer to the lone mattress
sitting in the middle of the room. Gently lowering herself until
her bottom rested on the edge, she looked up into those
intimidating green eyes and the lust and passion that swirled
there. He knew what she was doing just as well as she
knew.

Breaking the eye contact,
she returned her attention to his belt, deftly unhooking it before
releasing the button and lowering the zipper of his slacks. Once
she bared the velvety length of his erection, she pushed his shirt
out of the way and pressed a kiss to his lower abdomen, the muscles
taut and toned beneath her tongue.

This man’s body was honed
to perfection. There was no doubt in her mind that he took care of
himself. He was lean, with just the right amount of muscle to make
her want to use her tongue to trace every single valley between
each well-defined plane.

Without further
hesitation, McKenna caught his gaze once more before she pulled the
thick head of his cock into her mouth. She used her tongue to tease
the crest and then sucked. Hard.

She didn’t stop watching
him, and when his eyes closed, the look on his face could only be
described as euphoria, McKenna continued to tease and torment him
with her lips and tongue, using her teeth on occasion to gently
scrape the sensitive underside.

“
McKenna,” Tag growled her
name. “Baby.”

She loved when he said her name. She loved
when he fought to maintain some semblance of control. And she loved
how she was able to push him closer and closer to the edge, even if
he didn’t want to be there.

His hands gripped her hair
roughly, sending jolts of pleasure through her, making her muscles
clench with excitement.

“
Come for me,” McKenna
said the words, using her tongue to lap at him as she watched the
instant his eyes opened, meeting hers. He was forcing himself to
hang on, when the only thing she wanted was for him to lose
control. “Come for me, Tag,” she demanded before she sucked him
fully into her mouth, gripping his shaft with one hand and stroking
him in sync with the movement of her mouth down the length of
him.

She didn’t let up, simply taking him deeper,
stroking him faster until the pull in her hair intensified and the
pain lanced all the way down her spine. Then he exploded in her
mouth, her name from his lips the only sound in the room.

*****

After saying a formal
goodbye to Mistress Serena, McKenna and Tag returned to his private
room where she sincerely hoped they were going to pick up where
they left off at the club. It was apparent while they were there
that neither one of them had any desire to explore any more than
they already had.

Not that the public
display hadn’t turned her on, because, well... it did. But not the
way she expected. Not in a way that made her crave more because
quite frankly, she lost control of all thought processes when Tag
touched her and being out in public could prove to be a risk she
wasn’t willing to take. Regardless of how well secured the place
was.

McKenna would admit that
the club was stellar in every aspect. She was highly impressed and
secretly envious of the members who had the opportunity to go when
the urge called. But something told her that The Club wasn’t a
place Tag frequented often. She didn’t care either way. She didn’t.
Ok, maybe she did. Just a little. But he didn’t seem all that
interested in it the way she would’ve assumed.

The man was very... sensual.

She knew from experience
that didn’t necessarily mean he was into some of the risqué aspects
to sex. Although, she sensed he liked to explore. There were so
many questions she wanted to ask him, so many things she wanted to
know. Like what turned him on. Or what turned him off. What he
hadn’t done and what he had.

Except when he touched her like he was doing
now, all of those inquiries no longer mattered. She only wanted to
live in the moment, to feel what he was feeling, to see what he was
seeing with those all-knowing eyes.

“
Turn around,” Tag
instructed, his hands on her shoulders.

McKenna turned around,
away from him. They were standing in his bedroom, and she was now
standing in front of a large, frameless mirror leaning against the
wall. It looked like it weighed a ton, and cost a fortune, and had
been selected just as much for decor as for practical use. Standing
in front of him, with Tag at her back, McKenna watched every
movement he made behind her.

“
I want you to watch,” he
explained as his hands slid around her waist, slowly lifting her
shirt until he managed to pull it over her head.

Her hair tumbled back down
around her shoulders, over her breasts and down her back as the
skin of her belly was revealed, looking even paler against the
midnight blue color of her bra.

Tag easily unclasped the
front closure of her bra, and then released her breasts before
cupping them with both hands. The warmth of his palms against her
nipples sent a shiver down her spine. In the reflection, she
noticed the drastic difference in their skin tone, his much darker
than hers, accentuated by the bold ink colors along his forearms.
Somewhere along the way, he had removed his shirt, allowing her to
admire the intricate artwork that detailed almost every inch of
exposed skin.

When he hefted her breasts
in his hands, spreading his fingers to expose her pink puckered
nipples, McKenna was fixated on the sight before her. This was as
erotic, if not more so, than watching other human beings engaged in
the same thing. Only this was better because this stimulated more
than just one of her senses. He was touching her, which was what it
all boiled down to. She needed his touch. Ached for it.

His fingers closed, her nipples trapped
between his index finger and his middle finger, sending shards of
pleasure/pain darting from her nipples to her clit. He repeated the
action several times, her body temperature rising with each bolt
that ripped through her.

“
Put your hands on your
breasts,” Tag instructed as he slowly moved his away.

McKenna quickly did as he
instructed, noticing the difference between when she touched them
and when he did. She much preferred his rougher touch to her much
softer one, but seeing him behind her heightened the sensitivity in
her breasts that much more.

His hands slid down her
torso, over her stomach, before reaching for the zipper on the side
of her skirt. With smooth, easy movements, he had her skirt sliding
down her legs and pooling at her feet, leaving her clad in only a
midnight blue thong that matched the bra he’d discarded earlier.
And her boots.

“
So beautiful.”

The gruff sound of his
voice scraped over her senses the same way his callused palms had
against her breasts, making her nipples pucker beneath her fingers
once again.

He didn’t hesitate before
removing her panties as well, leaving her standing before the
mirror in only her boots while his hands slowly slid up her thighs,
stopping at the place she wanted to feel him most.

It was as though she was watching this
happening to someone else, except for the exquisite feel of Tag’s
hands against her flesh, his fingertips gently separating her wet
folds before the roughened tip of his finger swept over her clit,
making her inhale sharply.

“
I’ll never get enough,
McKenna,” Tag whispered.

McKenna’s eyes flew up to meet his.

Was it just her or was
there something in the way he said those words? Something that said
he didn’t want to get enough of her?

When he pressed his lips
to her neck, breaking eye contact, she wondered if she’d only
imagined it. Returning her gaze to where he was currently sliding
one finger inside of her, McKenna exhaled on a moan and leaned
farther into him.

She needed more. More of
him in every way, but she couldn’t find the words to tell him, so
she simply held on to the last vestiges of her sanity as he began
thrusting his finger inside of her. She could feel the telltale
tingle of her orgasm as it took root deep inside, the need to come
overpowered her and when Tag nipped the sensitive skin where her
shoulder and neck met, she gave in.

~*~*~

Tag watched as McKenna came apart in his
arms, her head falling back onto his shoulder, her body spasming
around his finger still buried deep inside of her and those sexy as
hell moans of hers like an electric current right to his dick.