Giving Him A Blowjob

ALEXANDER’S POV

 “You look like a man who needs company.” A soft voice pulled me from my thoughts.

I lifted my gaze from the half-empty tumbler of Macallan and my eyes fall on a lady. She was stunning, dark waves cascading over her bare shoulders, a dress that left little to the imagination and eyes filled with promise.

She was probably sent by Salvado to help me with my stress. He chose the perfect one. Exactly the kind of distraction I had come here to bury myself in. I tilted my head, the barest acknowledgment, and flicked two fingers toward the empty space beside me on the sectional.

She didn’t hesitate. She slid in close and her bare thigh pressed against the seam of my trousers.  Her perfume hit me and it irritated me immediately but I ignored it as her fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, light as a tease.

“I was hoping I’d run into you tonight,” she murmured, lips so near my ear I felt the warmth of every word.

I hummed, noncommittal, and set the glass down with disinterest. “That so?” I asked. “Mmhmm.” Her palm glided up my forearm, nails grazing the ink beneath the rolled sleeve. “And I’d love to help you forget whatever’s got you drinking like that.”

Forget.

That single word should have been gasoline on the fire I was trying to start. Instead it felt like ice water.

I let my fingers trail over her thigh, slowly and testing. Her breath hitched, arching just enough to press her breast against my arm. For half a heartbeat I thought it might actually work. Thought the soft give of her body, the practiced roll of her hips, the way she already smelled like sex and surrender would be enough to overwrite the one face I couldn’t shake.

But then, out of nowhere,  Emma's face flashed in my mind.

The defiance in her eyes. The way her hands clenched into fists when I told her to obey me. The way she hated me and she told  me 'fuck you'. I swore under my breath, pulling back as frustration coiled in my gut. The woman blinked, confused. “Something wrong?”, She asked quickly.

I snatched my glass, drained the rest in one brutal swallow and the burn did nothing.

“I want you in Room 9. Completely naked. Now.” I said coldly.

Her grin returned instantly, triumphant and filthy. “Anything for you, boss.”, Tongue darting out to wet her lower lip, she slid off the couch with exaggerated grace and her hips swayed like a promise as she disappeared down the private corridor that led to the back suites.

I didn’t follow her immediately. I stayed seated, rolling the empty glass between my fingers until the ridges bit into my palm. Jaw locked so tight and I felt my pulse in my temples.

The rage didn’t dull at all, it only sharpened and the woman waiting in Room 9 wasn’t the one I wanted to break.

Emma.

I fucking wanted her.

For some reason, I couldn’t get her out of my head and the only solution I had now was to fuck this bitch and see if I will forget her.

I pushed myself off the couch, my steps steady despite the alcohol simmering in my veins. The club was a blur of flashing lights and bodies moving to the heavy bass, but I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere, on her, on the way her lips curled in defiance, on the way she looked at me like she wanted to rip me apart.

Fuck her.

I reached Room 9 and shoved the door open without knocking.

She was already waiting, exactly as ordered. Naked on the king bed, legs crossed at the ankle, propped on one elbow like a centerfold. Skin golden under the low amber sconces. Nipples tight, lips parted and eyes raking over me with open hunger.

“You took your time,” she purred, voice thick with invitation.

I didn’t answer. instead, I kicked the door shut. The lock engaged with a metallic snick that sounded final.

I needed this to work. I needed to erase her.

I crossed the room in two strides, seized her by the waist, and flipped her onto her stomach. She gasped, half surprised, half delighted then arched her back instinctively, offering herself.

I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and yanked her back until her ass pressed against my thighs. My movements were rough and impatient but I didn’t care. She wanted this. She knew what she was here for.

As a slut, she moaned, dropped to her knees on the mattress without being told, hands flying to my belt. “Let me take care of you, boss,” she whispered, voice dripping sex. “Let me make it all go away.” I let her go on. 

Her fingers pushed in my pants and she freed me in seconds. I was hard, physically, yes but it felt  detached, like my body was running on autopilot while my mind stayed locked on someone else.

She didn’t care. She opened wide, tongue flat, and took me in one greedy slide.

I didn’t ease in. I fisted her hair and thrust, deep and rough with no mercy. She gagged instantly, eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. She relaxed her throat like she’d been trained for it, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling desperately around the head, then down the shaft, lips stretched tight.

I fucked her mouth like it was punishment.

Hard, fast and merciless.

Each stroke buried me to the hilt. Her throat convulsed around me, wet choking sounds filling the room. Tears tracked down her cheeks, mascara smearing, but she kept going, bobbing, sucking, gagging, moaning around my cock like it was the only thing that mattered.

And still nothing changed. There was no heat curling low in my gut and no rush of release building because every time she hollowed her cheeks, every time her tongue flicked the underside, every time she choked herself deeper trying to please me,  I saw Emma.

Emma’s mouth instead. Emma’s defiance cracking into something else, something desperate, something that belonged to me. Emma’s eyes watering not from mascara but from the stretch, from the way I’d force her to take every inch until she couldn’t breathe, until she had no choice but to surrender.

I swore viciously under my breath.

The woman on her knees whimpered around me, misreading the curse as encouragement. She doubled down, head moving faster, throat working harder, hands gripping my thighs.

It should have pushed me over but it didn’t.

I yanked her off me with a fist in her hair, harder than necessary. She gasped, lips swollen and glistening, confusion flashing across her face.

“Boss…?”

“Get on the bed,” I growled. “Face down. Ass up.” I said coldly.