Undisclosed Desires — Jason - (Part II)
It was a game of seduction, a dance of desire, and I was ready to surrender.
Catch up — Read Part I
Jason
I relished in the thrill of the chase, especially when it came to married or attached men. They were the ones with a burning desire for something different, something forbidden.
They kept their secret fantasies hidden, but with me, they could finally explore them. I was the one who could fulfill their wildest dreams, and they couldn’t resist the temptation to taste and experience it all.
As I adjusted my locks to keep them from getting wet, a voice interrupted, “Hey, watch the hair!”
“Sorry, sometimes it has a mind of its own,” I replied, glancing back at him through the mirror.
As I made my way out, a cowboy caught my eye. He had the perfect fit in his jeans, a tight tee emphasizing his physique, and an ass that practically begged for attention. Our eyes locked for a moment as he headed towards VIP.
I had found my target.
“Jason, over here,” Mikky called out.
I surveyed the room, spotting him.
“What took you so long? I thought you might have already found your first for the night,” he said.
“Not yet, but I’m working on it.” I pointed out the cowboy. “Him. That’s the one I want.”
“Mmm, he’s a real country-fed bubba. That shirt fits him nicely. Damn, look at that ass,” Mikky said, biting his bottom lip.
“Right?” I agreed.
“Do you think he’s here with a girl?” Mikky asked.
I took a sip of my drink. “Could be, could be not. Most likely here with a friend. It’s spring break, after all. These guys are here for the same thing we are… someone ready for a good time,” I replied, poking Mikky in the side.
The cowboy glanced over his shoulder, and our eyes met. “He knows we’re talking about him,” I said, winking at him.
“Go bag’em and count’em. You’re losing this round. I’m going to check out the scene on the dance floor and maybe make a move on that hot bartender. He’s been giving me the ‘I want to dick you down eyes’,” Mikky said, walking over to the crowded dance floor.
I finished my drink and danced my way closer to the cowboy. Stopping a few feet away from VIP. I noticed two large bouncers guarding the entrance.
Two drunk, busty blondes walked past wearing VIP bracelets. “Hey, girls!” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around their waists and laughing. I quickly became their new best friend. “I absolutely love your shoes!” I complimented, showering them with praise.
“Yes!” one of them shouted.
“Those shoes…fierce,” I added, as we made our way up the steps.
I slipped away from the girls and bumped into a towering figure.
“That was quite slick,” he remarked, folding his massive arms. It was the cowboy. As he stood there, exuding confidence, I couldn’t help but take a long whiff, inhaling his intoxicating manly scent.
It was a mesmerizing blend of sandalwood, leather, and a hint of something wild and untamed. The scent alone sent shivers down my spine, awakening a primal desire within me.
I met his gaze, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “You know,” I said, my voice dripping with sultriness, “there’s something undeniably alluring about a man who smells like danger.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, like distant thunder on a stormy night. “Danger can be quite enticing,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of seduction. “But it takes a certain kind of person to handle it.”
I leaned in closer, my eyes locked with his, the air between us charged with an undeniable electric tension. “Well, lucky for you, I happen to be that kind of person,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if sharing a delicious secret.
A playful gleam danced in his eyes as he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Is that so?” he murmured, his voice a seductive growl. “I’m curious to find out just how much you can handle.”
My heart raced, pounding in sync with the pulsating music around us. The chemistry between us was palpable, and I couldn’t resist the magnetic pull drawing me closer to him. The room seemed to fade into the background as we continued our flirtatious dance of words and desire.
The cowboy’s scent enveloped me, wrapping me in a heady haze of temptation. It was a scent that spoke of untamed masculinity, a hint of the rugged outdoors mixed with the allure of the forbidden. It was a scent that demanded exploration, daring me to dive deeper into the depths of pleasure.
It was a game of seduction, a dance of desire, and I was ready to surrender to the intoxicating aroma that enveloped him.
With a knowing smile, he extended his hand, offering me an invitation I couldn’t resist. “Care to join me?” he asked, his voice a low whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
I took his hand, feeling the roughness of his skin against my fingertips, and let him lead me up to his room.
He turned and walked down the steps, and I followed, navigating through the bodies on the dance floor.
I quickly scanned the area for Mikky and noticed that the bartender he was interested in had also disappeared.
Stepping out of the elevator, we embarked down the dimly lit hallway. His stride was purposeful, his well-toned physique drawing my gaze, and I couldn’t help but admire his assets from behind.
Sensing my appreciation, he glanced back, a smug smirk dancing across his lips. It was as if he had deciphered my intentions, fueling the fire of desire that burned within me. Unable to contain myself, I let slip a comment about how incredible he looked in his perfectly fitting jeans.
“I know, that’s why I wear ‘em.” he said, smiling.
“What a smug bastard,” I thought to myself, a mixture of annoyance and attraction swirling within me.
He paused before pushing open the door to his room. In that fleeting moment, anticipation crackled in the air, heavy with unspoken promises.
His tongue found its way into my mouth, a passionate exploration, while his hands eagerly roamed my body. We stumbled inside, his dirty blond locks entangled in my fingers, as his hands traveled freely over my chest. Leaving a trail of feverish kisses down my neck, he stood back and admired me.
As I attempted to rise from the bed, he firmly pushed me back down, his weight pressing against me. A whisper tickled my ear as he questioned my intentions, his teasing tongue adding to the growing hunger between us. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy, succumbing to the sensations that enveloped us both.
“Are you ready for me?” he murmured, his voice laced with desire, as he stripped off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso that seemed almost too perfect to be real.
The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, electric currents flowing through every touch and breath. My finger trailed down his chest, following the path to his happy trail. With a swift motion, I unzipped his fly, unveiling his impressive cock.
“Wow, so big,” I remarked, unable to resist the temptation any longer. I wrapped my lips around him, the intoxicating taste driving my desire to new heights.
Without hesitation, I took him deep, feeling his pubes tickle my nose as I eagerly embraced him. His hands tightened on my hips, guiding the rhythm, as I savored every inch of him. Saliva dripped from my lips, adding to the intensity of the moment.
Reluctantly pulling back to catch my breath, I wrapped both hands around his throbbing shaft, skillfully working his length. Pre-cum glistened on his tip, a clear sign of his growing pleasure. My tongue flicked along the sensitive slit, drawing out the salty nectar, as his body trembled with anticipation.
“Hold on,” he panted, his voice strained with a mixture of pleasure and restraint. “You’re gonna make me nut.”
He stepped back, his hand resting on his forehead, attempting to steady himself.
Concern filled me as I assisted him to the bed, kneeling between his legs. He offered a confident smirk, his fingers deftly unbuckling his belt.
“Just got a little light-headed, that’s all,” he reassured, his eyes locked with mine.
I removed his shoes and gently slid his pants down, folding them with care before placing them on the table nearby. He chuckled, seemingly amused by my meticulousness.
“What?” I inquired, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness.
“You folded my pants,” he remarked, a mixture of surprise and appreciation evident in his tone.
“Well, they look expensive,” I teased, my lips trailing up his inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.
With his legs draped over my shoulders, I indulged in the taste of his skin, exploring the most intimate corners of his body. I lavished attention on his taint, slowly progressing to his eager ass while simultaneously stroking his throbbing cock.
His legs tensed, a symphony of moans escaping his lips. “Damn!” he shouted, licking his lips in ecstasy.
“First time?” I asked, my voice low and calming.
“Yeah,” he admitted, his nerves palpable.
My tongue delved deeper, darting in and out of his tight, quivering entrance. His legs tightened around my neck, his shaft building with each skilled movement. An earth-shattering cry escaped his lips, as his warm essence decorated the side of my face.
I continued to stroke his cock, ensuring he experienced every ounce of pleasure until the very end. “Not bad,” I remarked, my tongue tracing a final path to lick his shaft clean.
“That…was…hot,” he managed to say, his breath ragged.
“Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I replied, washing my face as frustration simmered beneath the surface. The disappointment of encountering a partner who couldn’t match my stamina nagged at me. After all, I deserved to be satisfied too.
“See ya!” I called out, hastily making my way to the door.
“Where ya going?” he asked, confusion etched across his face.
“Ready to go again?” I quipped, giving him a lingering glance.
“It might take me a little while,” he admitted, wiping his cock.
“Perhaps another time. I’m here all week,” I said, a hint of dryness in my voice, as I casually turned the doorknob.
“You know… I know who you are,” his voice took on a menacing tone, causing my heart to skip a beat.
I turned back, my breath catching in my throat. “What?” I managed to utter, my voice trembling. He was fucking with me. How could he know?
“I know…who you are…who your father is,” he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he pulled his jeans up. “So, why don’t you have a seat and we can start again… in a bit. Or should I…”
Without hesitation, I dashed out the door, my footsteps echoing down the hallway, as I urgently dialed on my phone.
“Pick up,” I pleaded, glancing over my shoulder.
“It’s Mikky… leave a fucking message,” the voicemail recording played.
He sent me straight to voicemail!? “I’m fucked,” I shouted into the phone, a mix of frustration and anxiety pulsing through me.
