Chapter One: Wild Orgasm

Catty's POV

"I'm Catty Drew and my fiance would rather fuck his sex doll than me!"

I gulp down the last drop of liquor and slam the glass on the table, shattering into irreconcilable pieces, but it still isn't as broken as my heart as I tremble in a jerky cry.

The club's security steps forward to haul me out but stops and disappears because a hand is simply lifted. This is the second time he's saved me. The first was when I wandered into the silent VIP lounge.

But in all of his kindness, he remains mute!

"The only reason he wants me to meet his family is to claim his shitty trust fund and inheritance." My lips quiver. Misery loves company, so I rant on.

"He thinks I'm too fat. I mean, I'm just okay..." I brush tears off my drunken lips.

Then I pause. Sitting calmly in his clean tuxedo and sipping from his glass makes me feel stupid. His hair is tousled in gentle waves with grey stripes in the middle. He's those old men who would beat a young man to the front of any magazine cover... one of those whose looks make being a sugar baby a good thing. He notices my sudden switch of emotions and simply rolls his eyes in my direction.

"You think he's right, yeah?"

Silent.

Somehow, this hurts more than everything I've heard.

I launch at him, charging for his glass, but he lifts it above me. Tall, he's at an advantage. I spin, not sure what the hell I'm doing. I get on his table with a bottle of obviously expensive liquor and other items. I raise the bottle of liquor.

"Tell me what you think or I'll break your baby." I pout.

"And I'd love to break you too." His cool baritone sweeps the place and echoes in my head.

My fuzzy brain tries not to replay his response. "So?" I ask, acting deviant.

He reaches for his glass but I'm swift to step my leg on his shoulder, planting him back on his seat. My red heel digs into the hollow of his collarbone and the hem of my skimpy dress jumps up, baring my thighs.

"Three seconds," I mumble. "One. Two..."

When he doesn't move, I look down to find his eyes up my thighs... right underneath my spread dress.

Fuck!

Jumping on my adrenaline pump, I attempt to remove my leg but his big hand lies on top of it, trapping me in a firm touch.

I'm bare... naked! Those tiny strings have a way of cutting through my pussy and gripping my clit, so I love to go about naked underneath. Having a hot stranger, one that I provoked, looking at my pussy sends mixed emotions down my spine.

I gulp dryly, not sure why I care about his reaction... His lips twitch. Even an old man finds me unattractive.

"I warned you, Catty."

Before I can make a sense of it, he settles me around his shoulders in a smooth motion, and dumps me on the couch, kneeling in between my spread thighs with his face barely an inch from my pussy. His breath is oddly cool on my body, and I just realized I'm wet... for a stranger!

"Beautiful." He hums, rolling up my dress. "Perfect." He opens my legs to fully fit in. "Wet." A nasty smirk displays on his face.

"Huh?" I mumble like a moron.

The light rays settle on his face, revealing a man fucking hot as god himself. His dragon-blue eyes are hypnotic. And damn, those lips...

"You want to know what I think of you, right?" Opening two fingers like scissors, he slices through my pussy, pressing my thick bud in his tight fingers. "And your boyfriend is an idiot."

I gasp, releasing my held breath in a shuddering moan.

"Catty, did just looking at your succulent pussy make you wet?" He chuckles and runs along my pink folds. "You're just a naughty girl."

My hands reach to push him off but when his thumb stop on my clit and teases, he shoots raw emotions through my body, awakening all the bad nerves James had buried from his nonchalance.

"Sucha perfect fucking pussy." He seals the gap, closing my thick bud in his mouth and sucking. It makes a sloppy sound.

FUCK!!!

My brain is fuzzy. My mouth opens but I only stifle a cry. One hand beats the table like a psycho and the other grabs his hair.

He slips in his tongue and when he releases my pussy from the prison of his coarse fingers, he pokes the start of my vagina with his tongue, pushing into my wetness.

HOLY FUCK!!!

My last shred of morality snaps. I dig into his hair, cup his head, and arch my waist forward as I aggresiveky fuck his face. If I'm going to sin, I might as well do it well.

He thrusts in a finger, right beneath his tongue, taking me to the wildest heavens and riding me till I go crazy. My hands find anything to hold onto. My nails dig into the couch, leaving costly damage.

"Oh, god!" I cry shamefully. "James is an idiot." I squirm, shaky, far gone.

All of me stiffens, suddenly jerking like I'm being tasered.

"Not now, sugar." He pulls out, driving me nuts.

I look down to see him grab the bottle of whipped cream. He chuckles and sprays a thick lump of the reddish-white substance on me on my quivering pussy. Oh, god! It's not just whipped cream, it's mixed with chilli.

My pussy is on fire!

"I want to have all flavors... but on you." He buries his face in the mess, tongue stroking to find the opening of my pussy. It soothes the burning sensation. "Cum."

The tip of his tongue strikes my sensitive spot, jerking me to his command. I squirm, letting orgasm shoot through me as I ooze out juice. Watching him suck every drop with the cream makes me cum again.

"Good girl." He grins, face messy as a clown as he licks me till my pussy is in the wild again.

He positions me on my side and spanks my ass like a little slut. "See you again, dripping doll. Hopefully." He picks up the disposable napkin and wipes his face.

Then he slips a few notes on the table. "Leave when you want to. No one will trouble you. I paid for the whole arena."

My body is still jerking from my sin and his absence makes me feel stupid. How the hell did that happen?

It's not a sin if we didn't fuck, right?

Letting out a soft sigh, I get down from the couch and walk over to the bathroom to fix myself. Returning to the spot, I stare at the bills and hesitantly take them. I feel cheap. Very cheap.

I walk out of the club, avoiding the eyes of everyone. As soon as I get to the road, I flag down a cab and head back home. Coming to the club was a bad idea that would never happen again. I pay him and drag my feet down the interlocked walkway to the front door. It opens before I reach for the knob.

James rushes out and shuts the door like he wants to gossip. His dark hair is messy. It makes me suspicious.

"Kate, not so fast." He whispers.

My guilt is driving thoughts through my head. Did he also cheat on me?

"I'll go first." My voice is shaky. "Would you kill me if I cheated on you?"

Oddly, he spins into laughter. "Dressing like some comical Cinderella won't have men flocking around you like bees." He pauses. "I mean, come on, why would you cheat on me?"

Tears sting my eyes. "I..."

The door opens, cutting my speech short. A man taller than James by a few inches shows up. He's as perfect as a walking god. Fire hair, broad shape, dragon-blue eyes...

"Babe, meet Mr. Alistair Sinclair, my dad."

What. The. FUCK?!