“Let’s go home,” I told her.
Her eyes went from glazed over to blinking and alert in a hot second.
She sighed and shook her head. “I can’t go home with you. Not tonight.”
I didn’t like that. Not at all. “Why?” I clipped.
“We can’t go back there. Heath knows where you live, remember?”
I couldn’t decide if that actually gave me an answer or just raised another question.
“So you’re running from him now? I had myself half-convinced you were working together. That you were with him willingly.”
“It’s complicated.”
Of course it was.
“Let’s get a hotel room, then,” I suggested. Anyplace private would be an improvement.
She grabbed my hand and started to move. “Follow me. I know a place where we can clean up.”
She stopped briefly at the painting table to apply more pink glow-in-the-dark lipstick, outrageous girl, and then led me down a hall that broke off from the upper deck, and to a bathroom with florescent lighting that barely worked. It was less than ideal, but it was single occupancy, and had a lock, so that was something.
We cleaned up in the sink as best we could, Iris taking over the task and using it as an excuse to stroke me back into fighting shape.
I pulled her hand away, though that was the last thing I wanted to do. “Hotel,” I said firmly.
She nodded and stepped back. “One more thing, then a hotel, okay?”
She took me a few doors down the hallway, into another black light illuminated room that, as far as I could tell, was unoccupied.
“This is where they keep the extra neon glow powder and makeup. I saw it earlier and it gave me an idea.”
Uh oh.
Her ideas usually ended with my pants around my ankles and a total, if temporary, loss of my brain function.
This one was no different.
“It won’t take but a minute,” she said breathlessly, pushing my pants down and moving close.
My na**d sex pushed hard and thick against her bare belly, but not for long.
A heady, powerful feeling rocked through me as I watched her lower to her knees.
She gripped my shaft, pushing it down so she could put it in her mouth.
I watched her neon lips move over my length until she was hugging my tip deep in her throat, and she’d left a hot pink ring of paint around my base.
I heard my own low, guttural moan fill the room.
She pulled back about an inch, then pressed her lips firmly again, leaving another distinct ring of color on my cock.
I clenched my fists and watched.
I’d never imagined anything like it. Who would?
I watched her glow-in-the-dark lips moving along my cock, wondering if I’d died and gone to heaven.
She repeated the process four times before pulling back to apply more lipstick, smiling up at me, then going back for part two.
She ringed me, base to tip, and pulled away. She stood, pinching my tip hard with two fingers. “You want to finish here or that hotel?”
I groaned and cursed, but managed to pull her hand away, and hold onto exactly one ounce of control. “Hotel. Now.”
She pouted, but led me out of the club without protest.
It was a crush outside, some heading away from the building, but most loitering from the door and out onto the street.
“How did you set all that up, with the bouncers?” I asked her as we moved.
“I bribed them with cash.”
“Have you been counting cards again?”
She shot me an impish smile. “What do you think?”
Outside, by the dim light of the few street lamps that were actually working, I got a good look at her.
The series of multicolored strings and paint she wore hadn’t done her justice under the black lights.
Her ripe br**sts fairly spilled from her top, the minuscule bottoms cupping her sweet ass like an invitation.
It wasn’t warm out, not freezing, but there was definitely a chill in the air. It was only as I felt it that I realized I’d left my shirt behind, somewhere in that blasted rave.
No way in hell was I going back in there.
As though just realizing how cold it was herself, Iris shivered. I pulled her into my chest, rubbing her arms.
“Nasty slut,” some perturbed girl with ink-black hair and goth makeup called out as a group of people passed. She was looking directly at Iris, obviously speaking to her.
My brows drew together, jaw clenching.
Iris seemed oblivious to it, tilting her head back to watch me instead.
“Easy there, tiger,” she said, her tone amused, her eyes smiling up at me. “She just didn’t like my outfit. Not everyone is ever going to love what you’re putting out there, especially when you’re having a good time. There’s always going to be a percentage of the population that has a problem with fun, that wants to put you down for having it.”
“What an unpleasant young woman,” I said tersely, sending the girl’s back another glare.
Iris laughed. “Don’t hold back now.”
“Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Let’s,” she agreed, but abruptly she stiffened, pulling away.
She started looking around, appearing suddenly paranoid in the extreme.
She licked her lips, and focused on me, her entire demeanor suddenly changed. “Listen, I forgot something important inside. I’ll meet you at your car.”