Eyes on Me (Salacious Players’ Club)

Garrett

My cock has never been so hard in all my life.

Hunter was the one to sprint into the office while I was on a call with the talent agent to tell me that there was something in the hall I needed to see. I assumed it was a group or someone getting out of hand. I did not in a million years expect to see my Mia alone in room three, her nipples in clamps and a pink vibrator between her legs.

It was like the first time I saw her on my phone all over again.

And just like that night, she was beautiful beyond compare. So gorgeous up there, it almost hurt to watch. The other people in the hall could feel it too, their eyes glued to her quivering body and the arch of her spine as she made herself climax.

I didn’t even know this was a gift, but here she is. Somehow making something normally perceived as awkward and vulgar look like a fucking art form. This isn’t a grotesque display of her pussy or something meant to make us feel dirty for watching. Not a single person in the room can look away.

I should be furious. I should rush in there, shut the curtain and carry her out, but I can’t move. My body is frozen in place, and I’d kill anyone who tried to stop her now.

When she finally does reach her orgasm, her moan barely making it through the glass between us, not a single person in this hallway even breathes. It’s as if she takes us with her, like we can feel what she’s feeling. The vision of her, white hair splayed, tan skin against the black fabric and pert breasts shuddering with her climax, will forever be etched in my mind. A stunning mental photograph I’ll have until the day I die.

When she finally sits up, I snap into motion. This caveman-like rage courses through me and everything becomes a blur. Before she can even rise off the bed, I’m in the room. I want to grab her, shake her, kiss her, but I’m too afraid to touch her out of fear of hurting her.

I love the way she stands up, chin high and mouth set. There’s not a hint of an apology on her lips, and I’m glad. I don’t want her to be sorry. I just want her to be mine.

The clamps are still tight around her nipples as I cross the room and crash my mouth against hers, the metal digging into my chest. My hands bury themselves in her hair as I hold her face against mine, breathing in the air she exhales and devouring the softness of her lips.

I want to tell her how beautiful she is, how perfect, and amazing, and wonderful, but my stupid fucking brain holds the praise in silence, keeping me from expressing everything I’m feeling. If there was ever a perfect time to say it, this is it. But I’m too paralyzed by fear, afraid that the moment I express just how much Mia means to me, she’ll break my heart. Let me down. Kill my spirit. So I keep my feelings guarded and my words silent…deciding to use my body instead.

I’m willing to tell her just how much I want to fuck her, just not how much I want to keep her.

“Turn the fuck around,” I mutter against her mouth. And when movement catches my eye, I remember we’re in a voyeur room, and there are almost a dozen people watching. Panic courses through my veins as I rush to the window to snap the curtain closed, hiding us from their view.

“Keep it open,” she cries.

“Oh no, Mia. You’re mine. All fucking mine.” I growl as I unfasten my belt, stalking back to her. I’ve never felt so carnal and possessive. But this need isn’t just in my cock. It’s in my blood, pumping in my veins, this feral urgency to be inside her and make her mine.

I don’t bother with any more kissing or foreplay. She’s already wet and ready for me. Mine to take.

That public display awoke something in me that I don’t want to subside. I’ve never felt so alive or connected to another person in my life.

“Garrett,” she whimpers as I spin her around and shove her top half against the bed. Her panties come off in a rough swipe and I press my eager cock against her cunt, already wet with her own orgasm, making it easy to thrust inside her. The moment her heat swallows my cock, I let out a deep groan of satisfaction.

“I don’t like you flashing your pussy for everyone to see, Mia, but fuck—” I growl with need as I slam into her again. “It made me want to claim you that much more.”

“Yes!” she cries out. Her fingers dig into the sheets of the bed as she shifts her hips back against me.

“This pussy is mine, Mia. All fucking mine. You should see how well it takes my cock.”

“Yes,” she says again.

“I don’t want anyone looking at it, touching it, or even fucking thinking about it, understand?”

“Yes!” She screams for a third time as I thrust so hard, the bed shifts. I’m pounding relentlessly, our bodies slapping in a quick, rough cadence. I’m not fucking her to savor it or prolong it. I’m fucking her to claim her.

“Say it,” I command. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she murmurs against the bed.

I slam into her harder. “Louder.”

“I’m yours,” she cries.

“I want to hear you scream it, Mia. Tell every single fucking person in this club who you belong to.”

“Garrett, I’m yours!” she screams.

“Is this too hard for you, Mia?”

She shakes her head, and she’s shoving her hips back again. “Harder.”

With that, I reach around, snatching the chain of the nipple clamps and yanking them off in a quick swipe. She screams, but I know, at that very second, her body is overwhelmed with adrenaline, making the sensation that much more intense.

I can’t hold on anymore. With three more bruising thrusts, my orgasm violently slams into me at full speed, and my cock unloads inside her. Before I’m done, I wrap my hand around her throat and hoist her up, so I can take her lips with mine. We are both wearing a sheen of sweat from the exertion, and our hearts are beating so wildly I can feel the quick thump-thump-thump of the pulse in her neck.

“I want to fill you up,” I mumble against her mouth. “I want you so full of my cum, it drips out of you forever.”

“Garrett,” she whimpers as I kiss her again.

“I want to fuck you whenever I want and I want you to take that fucking IUD out so I can really pump you full, Mia.”

“I want that too,” she whispers in a pleading cry. I’m holding her so tight to my body, she’s barely standing on her own. And when I finally blink my eyes open, I feel like I’ve woken up from a dream.

Jesus, did I really just say that? Fuck…what am I thinking?

Releasing her, I pull out and turn away, quickly shoving my cock back in my pants and refastening the button. Did I basically just imply that I want to get her pregnant? Am I going fucking crazy?

It’s just sex talk, I tell myself. She knows that. I’m not being serious. I don’t really want Mia to have my baby… I mean, during sex I do. Naturally. The image of her on the bed like she was a few minutes ago was hot, but add a swollen belly to that image and yeah, any man would have said what I did. It was my cock talking.

We don’t say a word as she puts her clothes back on. In fact, we don’t bring up the whole thing for the rest of the night. Not during the drive to my place and not when she crawls into my bed, cuddling up to my chest.

I have a feeling that what I said after we had sex has completely eclipsed the entire incident anyway.