It's making me so happy that so many of you seem to like this story. Sherlock is going to carry on being a bad boy for a while but let's just say that Molly reaps some benefits from it ;).
Chapter 3
Four hours later and Molly was dressed in a new set of gold and black lingerie that she had bought especially. She was walking around the floor of the club drinking wine and listening to the beat of the music which was only partially drowning out the noise of those having sex in the surrounding booths. She found herself watching every new arrival and she knew she was looking to see if he would come. It took another half an hour but she wasn't disappointed.
He strode in as confident as ever and she felt her heart flip over in a way it never did for anyone other than for Sherlock. For a brief moment she wondered at herself for reacting in this way to a man she had never even truly seen; she didn't even know his name.
He glanced in a couple of the open booths but nothing seemed to be taking his interest as he made his way around the central hub. Molly watched him from the other side of the room wishing she was brave enough to go over to him but instead she waited, sipping on her wine for Dutch courage, hoping he'd spot her. He was bare chested again as he had been the first night but this time he had a tattoo in the centre of his chest that hadn't been there before. It was a black sun with fiery tendrils surrounding it. It must be fake; if it had really been that new the skin would be red and inflamed around it but even from this distance his skin looked unscarred. It must just be a fashion thing or trying it out before having it done permanently.
She watched as he leant against one of the door frames and took a casual swig of what looked to be whisky. His neck a white column that she wished she could kiss and run her tongue down. Once again he brought to mind her many days of watching Sherlock working in the lab, his lips moving silently as he recited tests and deductions to himself. They had the same build and skin tone.
When he finally glanced over and noticed her she felt as though her heart skipped a beat.
He put down the glass and pushed off from the wall, reattaching his grill, slowly making his way over to her. As he did a girl intercepted him and said something to him and Molly felt her insides clench wondering if she'd be usurped but he dismissed the other woman in seconds and carried on his way.
He stood in front of her for a moment appraising her with those strange brown eyes and then he took her hand and led her over to an empty booth.
This one was gold to match her underwear and once again he closed the curtains behind them and Molly breathed a sigh of relief. She was absolutely sure she wasn't brave enough to be watched. She wasn't even sure what it was about this man in particular that had given her the courage to do what she had done last time but she felt that same feeling low in her gut that told her she'd do almost anything he asked of her.
'Strip for me.'
He circled around her looking down on her and she felt a flare of self-consciousness that led to her response.
'Why don't you strip for me first?'
He was silent for a moment and she could almost imagine him raising an eyebrow under his mask. In her mind's eye she could see the exact expression on Sherlock's face and she knew she was in danger of playing out her fantasies for Sherlock with this stranger. Apart from his brown eyes and his blatant sexuality and exhibitionism he reminded her alot of her Consulting Detective.
He didn't speak but instead he flicked open the top button of his black jeans and then slowly drew down the zip. Molly found her mouth running dry at this gorgeous, enigmatic man following her demands. He slid the trousers down his hips and Molly soon realised that that was all he was wearing. When they were fully off he threw them onto the chair and then carried on circling Molly, his hand running over his fast hardening cock as he waited for her to reciprocate.
Even though she had been more or less naked the time before she was still nervous as she reached behind her to undo her bra before letting it slide down her arms. She threw it onto the chair alongside his jeans and tried to stop herself from covering her breasts with her arms. She heard him let out a satisfied noise and her confidence jumped that little bit more allowing her to hook her thumbs into the sides of her pants and draw them down her legs until she stood naked before him.
'Lie on the bed.'
She did as he asked and she let her hands move to her breasts starting to pinch them the way she had under his tutelage the time before, gradually increasing the intensity until she was moaning and biting her lip; her back arched pressing her hips into the mattress with her knees rising up as her body gave into its desires.
He was gripping his cock now and Molly was mesmerised by the sight of his hand sliding up and down it, seeing the foreskin bunch over the head of it before pulling back; the head gleamed with pre cum and she wondered once again what he would taste like and whether he'd ever let her do it.
He must have seen her watching because he took a step closer.
'So Molly, now you have me naked do you have any requests for me? Where would you like me...the bed or the chair?'
Molly hadn't given it much thought but she found herself wanting him closer, wishing he would touch her but knowing it was against his normal practice.
'The..the bed. I want to be able to see you.'
He climbed on and knelt up in front of her and from this angle his cock looked large and thick as he carried on his languid stroking of it.
She found herself moving her right hand down so she could ease the ache between her legs as she watched his movements and saw drops of pre-cum being smeared over the length of his dick with the movement of his hand.
'You want to taste me...don't you?'
She nodded mutely, licking her lips and moaning as she let her fingers slide inside herself seeking out that spot that would bring on her climax but not wanting to come too soon.
He let the pad of his thumb swipe over the head of his cock and then he leant over her, letting go of his cock so he could brace himself on the bed as he did then he slowly offered her his thumb. She saw his eyes dilate as she took it in her mouth sucking on it until her cheeks hollowed out, her tongue wrapping around it. Even that small offering had her wanting more and she drove her fingers deeper into herself feeling her muscles starting to work as they built towards her climax.
After she'd released his thumb she expected him to kneel back up but he waited, leaning over her but not touching her in any way. She was acutely conscious of his cock hanging low over her groin and she wanted to pull him down, onto and into her but she knew she'd be overstepping a boundary.
There was another beat of silence and then he spoke once more, his low, robotic voice making her shudder with lust.
'Where's my taste in return?'
Her cunt spasmed at his words and she knew she was on the verge of coming. She mewled in frustration as she withdrew her hand, dripping with her own juices, but she held it up for him and watched wide eyed as he lifted the lower half of his mask and took her fingers into his warm, wet mouth. He watched her watching him as he sucked them clean, humming with enjoyment as he did.
As he let her go he knelt back up and took hold of his cock once more.
'I need to know you're happy for me to come on you, I'll avoid your face and genitals. Is that acceptable?'
Molly had never had a man ejaculate on her before but she wanted it, she wanted him, whatever she could get, so she nodded and uttered a quick, choked approval as her own hand went back to work her cunt as she chased her release, watching as he fisted his cock fast and hard over her.
She came just before him, crying out with relief and clutching at the sheet with her spare hand and she opened her eyes just in time to see him throw back his head and shout as his cum shot out of him in long thick streaks onto her skin. The feel of it and the sight of him sent her into aftershocks of her own orgasm and it was another minute before she was ready to remove her hand and start to clean herself up.
He passed her the wipes and even used one to wipe up some of his semen from her breasts. His eyes seemed lost in thought as he did, his touch slow and gentle.
She sat up as she finished off and watched as he started to pull his jeans back on.
'Do you only ever watch? Do you never...you know...'
'Fuck? No, never...'
Molly felt her heart sink a little. This was madness, she didn't even know him and yet she was upset that he wouldn't have sex with her.
'...but then I've never tasted anyone either or let them taste me.'
He turned and moved the curtain so he could exit the room but before he did he turned his head slightly. 'Until next time Molly.' Then he was gone.
She sat on the edge of the bed for another couple of minutes catching her breath and gathering her thoughts before getting redressed. This club was turning out to be the best money she'd spent and the fact he'd intimated there would be another time with him had her grinning from ear to ear. She just hoped he might bend his rules even more for her next time and she wondered if she couldn't even seduce him a little...it seemed worth a try.
Tempting though it was to come back to the club the next night and the one after Molly forced herself to wait until the following week. It would be too easy to lose herself in this intoxicating freeing world but she also knew it wasn't real and she needed to keep up with her real friends and her family.
She visited her mum over the weekend and managed to put up with her constant nagging about not having found a man since Tom much more easily than usual.
Then on the Monday night she was out at a pub local to Scotland Yard celebrating Lestrade's birthday. It wasn't a surprise to see John there but it was to have Sherlock join him. That so rarely happened.
She ended up sitting next to him talking about the strange autopsy that she'd ended up conducting that day on a man who'd managed to impale and kill himself on a broom. As that subject came to an end Sherlock asked her about her social club once more.
'So, do you think it would be any good for John? I know he's been lonely since he lost Mary and you know I'm not such good company.'
Molly could have sworn that he was suppressing a smile as she struggle to come up with a reason why he wouldn't like it. In the end she plumped for the only thing she could think of hoping she'd imagined that smirk and that he didn't really know what she was doing.
'Oh I would but it's a women only group. Woman's Institute sort of thing...all knitting and baking.'
Sherlock nodded and smiled. 'Shame...ah well maybe I'll find something else for him. Do they meet every week Molly?'
'Yes, tends to be Wednesdays.' She answered already thinking about her next visit.
'Well, enjoy it. Another drink?'
She smiled and nodded and watched as he made his way to the bar. Ever since that phone call and finding out about his sister he'd really made an effort to be less antagonistic and more thoughtful and Molly really appreciated him as a friend. If only she could lose her attraction to him he'd be a really good friend but rather than decrease over the years it just got worse. She had to restrain herself at times from touching him or brushing the curls off his forehead. She'd love nothing more than to kiss him but she'd long since given up hope. Instead she needed to think about the other man in her life now.
I know, I know it seems obvious to us who it is but it would ruin the fun if she found out too soon. I'm not sure she'd be this free or uninhibited if she really knew who it was.
A final point…the death by broom impalement is one I read in the papers years ago. Have you ever read any weird deaths?
