Clubrooms Diary

Chapter 31: It's always been you

LISA

May 11th 2018

I quickly open the door and let Rachel in. The moment she steps through the threshold, I close the

doors being sure to lock them again. I take her by the arm and move us away from the public eye.

When I look at her she seems off.

Not her usual perky self.

"Did someone hurt you?" I ask her as I run my eyes over her body.

Visually checking for any signs of abuse.

She pulls on her ear lobe, nervously taking in her surroundings.

"Can we go somewhere and talk in private?" Her voice carries a trembling note wrapped around her

words.

I start to worry, wondering what could've brought her here at this time of the morning. She should've

been at the gym leading her work out class to a body slimming victory.

I nod my head and lead us to a vacant room. Quickly stepping inside, I close the door and lock it

behind us.

"Is everything okay?" I turn to face her.

Resting my body against the door.

Secretly trapping her in the room with me. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I won't risk the opportunity of leaving the door unguarded in case she decides to change her mind. And

wants to leave without giving me an explanation for why she urgently needed to see me.

"No, it's not." She sighs deeply.

She places her keys on the bedside table and stands in front of me with her nude trench coat hugging

her curvaceously all-woman physique.

I shamelessly drink her in.

"Tell me."

I low key demand, needing to know who or what it is that has her standing before me in a puddle of

nerves. My nails dig into the palms of my hands as I will myself not to move a muscle. Any sudden

movement can send her running from me.

"I'll rather show you." She breathes, taking a step towards me.

Placing her hands on the side of my face, she crushes her mouth to mine. Licking at the seams of my

lips, begging me to open up and let her in. Her tongue begins to violate my mouth with undeniable

expertise. I moan softly as our tongues dance together in sync.

Gods,

She tastes like coffee beans and smells of vanilla. Driving me crazy with desirable lust. My hands itch

to throw her onto the bed, stripping her naked as I devour her, plunging my tongue deep into her sex.

However,

I restrain myself and let her have her moment of being in control. Before I exclusively strip her of the

privilege.

"Do you know how crazy I've been just thinking about you, Lisa?" Her lips move to the crook of my

neck.

"My body's been on fire for days now. I need you to cool my soul..." She desperately pleads.

I smile,

knowing she can't see the triumph plastered across my face. Her lips are too busy working their magic

across my heated skin. Kissing, licking and lightly sucking on my bare neck. She hasn't got the

slightest clue that I feel the same way.

Only,

my soul's been on fire for many, many years.

The taste of her has lingered in the back of my throat, ruining me to take another woman as my own.

With the fear of her aroma being replaced by someone unworthy.

Rachel slowly starts to lift the hem of my top-up, her hands working overtime to unclasp my bra with

trembling fingers. She pulls them both over my head and drops them beside me. Her eyes hungrily

feasting upon my chest before she covers one of my nipples with her warm lips. Flicking my erect

nipple with her heated tongue as she lightly sucks on the pebbled bud. Sending a ripple of pleasure

down to my sex with my back arching off the door. She releases my nipple with a loud pop. Shifting her

attention to my other breast. She starts to pull my blue jeggings down my hips. Kicking my heels off I

step out of my pants and pose bare naked in front of her.

I arch my brow with a cheeky smirk on my face.

"It's only been two days."

"Two days too long." She says breathlessly with her eyes never leaving my body.

"Do you need to be reminded of how I taste?"

She licks her lips and looks me in the eyes.

"I've tasted nothing but you on my lips for the past couple of days." She says hoarsely.

"It's not about wanting anymore. It's about the NEED to taste you. Fuck, I need you on my lips like I

need my next breath."

She unbuckles the belt on her trench coat and slides it over her shoulders, letting it pool around her

feet. She stands before naked as the day she came into this shit arse world. Causing my kitty to purr,

moistening with enchantment.

I want to ravish her body in every way possible.

Placing my hand on her rising chest, she allows my touch to slow the frantic pace of her heart to a

more suitable speed. I spin us around, pushing her up against the cool timbered door.

She hisses at the forsaken contact that's suddenly been brought upon her.

I lick my lips.

Taking one of her nipples into my mouth. I get to work on it, effortlessly making her cum. Just by flicking

my tongue and nibbling on her perfect tits. She's so sensitive it never takes longer than a minute before

she starts to unravel before me. Her soft moans steer me towards a higher ground driven by perverse

desire.

"Lisa," She groans, needing more.

I insert two fingers into her mouth, she lathers my fingers with her spit. By licking and sucking on them

like they were her last meal. With wet fingers I slide them between her pussy lips, rubbing them in a

circular motion around her erect clit.

"It's always been you." She cries out incoherently.

I shift, taking her abandoned nipple between my teeth, directing my tongue in a circular motion; closing

my eyes as her scented skin washes over me. Her hips lift off the door as she grabs a first full of my

hair, tightly gripping my blonde locks.

"Fuck me, Lisa....." She begs.

Slipping my fingers into her tight little cunt. I pump them into her feeling her walls gripping me as she

sucks me deeper into her needy little pussy. I release her nipple, kissing my way down to her honey

pot.

Looking up, watching my dreams come to life.

I frantically start lapping up her juices like a dehydrated bunny, sucking on her clit, as I continue to

finger fuck her.

"Yes... Yes... Just like that." She cries out as she cums........

**This little fuck fest was the last thing I imagined to happen between us when I first saw her this

morning.**