Teasing Phoenix

PHOENIX

Surprisingly, I’m still not jumping on her, grabbing her head, kissing her senseless, and thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Last night was already torture—after sending her home, I went to my club and sat there for a while when a woman flirted with me. She was beautiful with a fuck-able body, but she wasn’t Samantha, and my cock didn’t even show interest.

If it happened before I met Samantha, I already brought her to a hotel room and fucked her senseless, but since I met my princess, any woman wanting my attention, it seems like they don’t exist anymore.

Now, she’s sitting beside me with a tiny dress that shows off her cleavage. My cock instantly throbs in my pants—it’s a little bit uncomfortable especially when she laughs freely. My shitty brain imagines her moans, her whines, her grunt every time I thrust inside her sweet tightness—it’s actually uncomfortable.

The sweet scent of her perfume fills my nostrils, making me more aroused. The more she’s annoyed, the hotter she looks, and it doesn’t help me to calm my cock down.

I know what her friend was up to, but I’m happy to pick up Samantha if I can spend a few minutes alone with her.

We reach the club after my cock tortures me for long years. I park my car in the employees' parking area. After closing the engine, I instantly open my door and run to her side, but she already helps herself out.

“Don’t you want me to be a gentleman for you, princess?” I offer my hand, and she instantly grabs it, and my traitor cock jerks inside.

I grunt inwardly.

“You really don’t have to do that. I already bother you by picking me up,” she says, giving me a tight smile.

Closing the door behind me, we walk toward the employees’ entrance. Our hands still intertwined. Lucky for me, it doesn’t seem to bother her.

“We’ll tell Amy when we get to our table.” I squeeze her hand, and she looks up to me and nods.

It’s been a long time since I hold a woman’s hand that I actually care. Fuck! I don’t even realize that I already care for Samantha, and I almost chuckle because it doesn’t bother me at all.

We reach the VIP section, and the music is not too loud from the sound system, and I also like privacy.

The strobe lights, the new theme, the smell of liquors and boozes, and the people dancing, drinking, and chatting give a perfect mood of a nightclub.

Since most of the employees are aware of my arrival, a waiter approaches us almost immediately.

“Wanna drink now, princess? Or should we call Amy and Garrett first? I think they’re here,” I ask.

She’s already sitting on the black leather couch comfortably, eyes wandering around the lounge. “We’ll let them know first, but I’d like sparkling water first, please.”

I nod and tell the waiter of our drinks which is whiskey neat for me. While she’s typing a message on her phone to Amy, I dial Garrett.

“We’re here, asshole. Where are you?” I can hear the same music playing over the phone.

“Talk to any staff or a bartender and tell them to take you to the VIP lounge. Is Amy with you?”

“Yeah, she’s here with us,” Garrett answers.

“Good.” I hang up the call.

A few minutes later, they arrive.

“Hi, Sam! You look hot!” Amy says with a huge smile on her face.

Samantha rolls her eyes.

“Hello to you, too, hot Phoenix. Thanks for inviting me! This is better than the last time I was here. You changed a lot to this place.”

I give her a smile. “Thanks, Amy! I did change a few, mostly interior. The name remains the same.

“Yeah, man. This is way cooler—the theme is chic and exquisite.” Garrett and Maya sit on a loveseat across us.

“Guys, you may order drinks. Whatever you want, no limits. It’s on the house,” I say with pride.

“Sam, same for you?”

Phoenix, thank you.”

I’ll be your DD for tonight,” I tell

I’m still

until Maya clears

the date.” Her smile spread over her face while clasping her

girls

I hug Garrett and tap his

Hope you’ll be next.”

“I don’t think it will be too

“Oh, hot Phoenix, use the remaining charms you to good use.” Amy winks, then she looks at Sam who’s still glaring

doesn’t know what Amy did to Sam earlier.

and she will thank me sooner if

flat tire, then

when you’ll get your ass drunk tonight,”

What just happened?

I raise my glass in the air then everyone follows and sips

sigh when I remember Mom and Hawk. I’m glad I took their advice. Being far from

stand up and grab Samantha’s hand. My

smile. “Let’s go dance, princess. Aren’t

and they stand up and follow me to the dance floor, except Amy who gestures to sit on the barstool instead.

it’s a wrong move when she shivers—the moment I inhale her

my chest. I can feel the thundering of my heartbeat against her palm. My mouth dries

the same way. Her eyes glimmer. Then she closes her eyes and takes a

see her eyes are flooding with lust, or maybe it’s the effect of the alcohol

her as we remain our gazes lock. Samantha gasps when she feels my erection. When her lips part, I’m so tempted to

to control than I ever thought.

move is bold, yet calculated—she presses her breasts into my chest, and I can feel the erratic of our

to the side of her head, and she moves

next song starts to play. She feels so good in my arms—we perfectly

oblivion. She presses her entire body

my eyes shut, take a deep breath, then pull my head away. I look down at her beautiful face, her

friendship thing is fucking killing me.

you okay?”

barely smiles and nods. “I think

her hand to follow me.

lip to stop grunting because the thought of me and her inside the

course, the VIP has its own restroom.”

and lean my head against the wall outside to calm my nerves. I blow a few breaths to relax my hard-on. It’s still on half-mast

her brows meet together. “You okay?”

smile at her and almost

is nowhere to be found, or she finds someone to chat with. Garrett and Maya still on the dance floor that

“How long did you dated that asshole?”

“A year. Then he cheated on me by sleeping with his friend’s sister, who also happened to

He’s a complete dick.

half drunk. Half or not, he still cheated on me. He didn’t even apologize. How about you? Who broke your heart?”

She cheated on me to a hockey player.” I look at her who’s

really a bitch. Then you never

my

brow,

problems. When I moved to New York, I didn’t have time to date. After I graduated, I worked my

anyone though. Maybe you’re still in New York until now. With

your ex, and still not dating, otherwise, you’re not sitting beside me

“I’m glad I gave our friendship a chance.”

squeeze it back. You have no fucking

conversation tomorrow. I lost track of

still want to