peared back to the dance floor. When I got to the couch, I slowly sipped at my orange juice and closed my eyes. I was glad he had stopped me, glad that we would finally get a chance to talk.
Just when I began to get curious as to what was taking James so long, I opened my eyes and found him walking up to the VIP area. Alone. He had a grimace on his face.
“Nicole says she's not ready to leave,” he said. I was glad that the music was so much quieter here, so I could hear him.
I nodded slowly. “So, are you and I going to leave?”
He sat down next to me and gave me a wry smile. “Next time I'll have to invite a friend, but I can't let her stay here by herself. Every guy here is lining up to ply her with drinks and take advantage of her.”
I laughed. “That doesn't surprise me, but she can take care of herself.”
He gave me a grim look. “Just like you could take care of yourself with Dennis?”
I scowled at him. It was a low blow.
“Sorry,” he continued. “I didn't really mean it, it's just...” He looked me in the eye, and for a moment I could see real frustration cross his face. “It's just that I haven't been able to get you out of my mind for the past three days, and then you weren't answering my emails, and now...” He ran his hand through his hair, mussing up its billionaire perfection, then looked back up at me. “Now that I'm here, I can't seem to say what I want to say.”
It was a moment of real honesty for him, and it made me want him more than ever. My fingers touched my belly, knowing that not only would James be able to provide for my baby, but also be a great father and role model for it. Even if he wasn't with me, he could still be those things. “Just tell me what it is you want from me,” I said.
James opened his mouth, then grimaced again as something caught his eye. I followed his gaze and saw Nicole coming up to the table.
“There you are! I was beginning to think that I had lost you!” she said to James. Then, as if suddenly remember that I was there, she put a finger on my knee, leaning over in the process and giving James a full view of her cleavage. “So sorry that you're not feeling well. I'll see you tomorrow, but don't wait up for us!” She grabbed the bottle of vodka and poured herself a shot in one of the glasses, throwing it back quickly, and then smiling. I wanted to hit her over the head with the bottle, but that would be rude.
James smiled at her and stood up. “I was just letting Allie know that we were staying. I'm just going to walk her out to the limo. You stay here and I'll be back in just a couple minutes.”
Nicole plopped down on the couch and started pouring herself some champagne in the same glass that she had just drank the shot out of, even though there was a bunch of champagne flutes on the table as well. “Sure, sure, I'll be waiting for you.”
I managed to wave goodbye without saying something that I'd regret later, and James and I were on our way out the door. He said something to the bouncer really quick on the way out, then when we were outside, he called the limo.
“Look, Allie, I'll have her out of here and back to your dorm as soon as I can. Can we meet tomorrow?” he asked.
I smiled. Just having these few seconds alone with him was good for me. It was the first time I had smiled since we had arrived at the club. “I'd like that. I promise to answer your email this time. Just be careful, though. Nicole is going to pull out every trick in the book to try and seduce you.”
I hadn't seen the cocky grin all night up until now, but when he flashed it, it made me melt all over again. There was a very good reason he had the reputation he did with women. “Don't worry. I think I've seen just about every trick in the book, and I doubt this girl has anything new.”
I laughed. With any other guy I might have thought it was bluster, but with James... I bet he had to turn down his fair share of propositions. Just then, the limo pulled up. James helped me into it, squeezing my hand as he let go of it. He gave instructions to the driver and I was on my way home.
Chapter 20
When I arrived home, I stripped off the club clothes that I had worn and immediately jumped into the shower. I hadn't expected to ever do this again, between James fucking me and then letting me go, but I needed release probably more than I ever had in my life.
I detached the shower head and let my imagination take over. I began to slowly sway my hips as I imagined the club music playing. Imaginary James, in his suit, came up behind me pressing into me and dancing with me. The shower head found it's way downward, spraying me between my legs and immediately sending waves of pleasure through my body.
My other hand dug into my hip, imagining James gripping me tightly. I felt my fingers traveling up my side as James touched my skin as much as he could. When I got to my breast, I didn't just linger, I wrapped my hand around one, pressing into the other with my forearm and teasing both nipples with touch.
Finally, I moved my hand up to my hair. It wasn't quite the same to pull my own hair, but as I ran my fingers through my blonde hair, I imagined him doing so with that familiar lust in his eyes. My knees started to shake.
Finally, I imagined him taking me to that VIP couch, pulling up my skirt, and slamming into my body. My mouth opened in a soundless scream as I pulled the skin up from my clitoral hood and let the water directly stimulate me, like a firm tongue driving me to ecstasy. My mind was full of the sounds and scents of the club, as if I were right there, getting fucked while the music played around us.
Suddenly, my mind flashed to him losing control there in the office, when he first filled me full of his seed. Water seemed to flow from my pussy like his semen had after that, and I shuddered and put my hand against the tile wall as an orgasm rocked through me. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced on my own, rocking me to my core. Tears sprang from my eyes, the pleasure was so intense that my brain almost didn't seem ready for it.
I stood there for a few moments, gasping and feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm. I knew I was sweating even as the shower rinsed it away. My mouth was dry from the champagne earlier and the exertion now. Still, this orgasm told me something important.
I'd never feel pleasure like this again without remembering James.
I put on a pair of cozy shorts and a t-shirt. Something comfortable, but something that James would still enjoy seeing me in. I cracked open my books and tried to get homework done. It was impossible, though. Even though the dorm was near silent on this Friday night, I kept thinking of what I was going to talk about with James when he got back. I turned on the TV and tried to zone out, but couldn't. After a while I started to get nervous, thinking about Nicole out there with James.
One hour passed, then two hours. It was after midnight when I finally turned off the TV and tried to fall asleep. With the TV no longer providing my brain with distraction, my imagination turned to the worst thoughts possible. James fucking Nicole on that VIP couch. Nicole pulling James into the men's room and getting filled up with his semen in a toilet stall. James telling the limo driver to drive around for a while so that he could fuck Nicole in the ass like he hadn't been able to do to me. It was driving me insane thinking about it.