Shit, I’ve gotta have her. I won’t stop until I do.
Spinning on my heel, I pick the brunette up by her hips and sit her down on the chair in front of us. She spreads wide for me and presses her hands against my chest as I step between her legs and slowly grind my hips to the music.
Placing one hand behind my head, I grip her neck with my other as I close the space between our bodies, grinding my hips in a slow, seductive movement as if I’m slowly f**king her.
She moans from beneath me as I let her hands explore my chest and abs. The women here like to touch and I like to give them what they want. It’s my job to f**king please them and I’m damn good at it.
“Take it off!” A few girls start screaming.
“Let us see your body. Come on!”
Absofuckinglutely.
Pulling the brunette’s chin up, I look her in the eyes as I slowly pull my shirt over my head and toss it down beside me. Most women love it when I make them feel like I’m stripping just for them. It makes them feel special.
She bites her bottom lip as her hands go straight for the muscles leading down to my cock. The girls can never get enough of it; of both.
As much as I’m enjoying getting these women off, there’s one woman in particular I want to get off and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her leave here unsatisfied.
Chapter Three
Aspen
Kayla keeps nudging me to get my attention, but for some reason I can’t seem to drag my eyes away from the jerk-off that is practically dry humping some girl in the corner. She loves it too; over there moaning and rubbing her hands all over his body as if she’s about to have an orgasm. How gross. Have some damn class. We aren’t in the middle of a damn p**n .
A stripper? I shake my head and snort. A sexy as hell one too. Who the hell does he think he is getting that close to me?
The bad part of it is, I think he may just be the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. Messy black hair that falls over his deep blue eyes and the perfect five o’clock shadow that surrounds a set of full lips. I can’t forget that body of pure muscle that you could easily see through that firm fitting white Tee he had on. Now, it’s off and . . . crap. He has me so worked up, I can barely breathe. This is embarrassing.
Our lips were so close I could almost taste him. I imagine he probably tastes minty and fresh; perfectly refreshing. For some stupid reason, I had the urge to run my tongue over those full lips. They just looked so soft and inviting; calling me to feel them, suck them. The way he was looking at me; oh f**k, it was like he was tasting me in a way I have never been tasted. I liked it. Dammit, why did I like it?
“Um . . . Aspen. Hello. Am I talking to my damn self? Snap out of it.”
I suck in a deep breath and pull my eyes away from Mr. Sex himself. “What? I’m listening.” I bring my eyes up to meet hers, but they quickly stray back over to him as I pretend to pay attention to her.
Brushing her burgundy locks over her shoulder, she rolls her eyes at me and grabs my hand. “Come on. Let’s just get closer so you can drool over sexy stripper boy up close. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Stop being so shy. We’re here to have fun.”
I huff and pull my hand out of her grip. There’s no way I’m going over there and giving him the pleasure of seeing me watching him. I’m only here because Paige is getting married. Hell, I’m not even watching Cale and I’ve known him for years. I’ll just stay where I’m at. No thank you.
“I’m good, Kayla. I’m not getting in the middle of that orgasm fest. It’s pathetic.” I hold my drink up and grin. “This is all the pleasure I need while I’m here. Simple as that.” I take a huge gulp as my eyes once again land on him and oh God, that ass.
His jeans are now hanging half way down his ass, showing his muscular butt cheeks through his white boxer briefs. The busty woman in front of him is desperately tugging on the front of his jeans, working on pulling them down his body. I don’t blame her. I want to take them off with my teeth.
Crap, my mind is in the gutter.
Placing his hands behind her head, he pulls her face down by his crotch as he starts grinding his hips up and down in perfect rhythm to the song playing. It’s a slow, seductive song that makes me think about sex. Yup, I’m definitely thinking about sex now.
Just as I think he’s about to actually let this woman publicly suck his dick or something, he grips her by the hips and pulls her up to her feet. Slowly, he makes his way behind her and his eyes land on me and they stay there, locked with mine.
What the . . . why? Stop looking at me.
I tug on the collar of my white blouse and without meaning to I start fanning myself off. He smiles at this, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. He’s doing this on purpose.
Cocky jerk.
Bending the girl over, he grips her hair in one hand and pulls her neck back while grinding his hips on her ass. His eyes bore into mine as he shakes himself out of his jeans and lets all of his sexiness consume us. Yes, he is damn sexy and he knows it. That just pisses me off more. His legs are thick and muscular; covered with random tattoos and every muscle in his body is well sculpted.
Now that he’s facing me it’s easy to see his defined chest and abs flexing as he moves with the music. The muscles leading down to his briefs are staring at me, flexing with each sway of his hips; calling out to be touched and licked. Mmm yes. I want a taste . . .
Holy hell, he’s in shape; like a fitness model. Plus, he has random tattoos inked across his chest, sides, lower stomach and arms as well. Hell, he has tattoos all over and it makes him even hotter. They glisten as the perspiration forms on his skin.
He’s staring at me, while practically f**king this girl with his clothes on. Still, I’m standing there watching as if it were me.
What is wrong with me?
I feel myself start to sweat and get a tingling sensation between my thighs as he bites his bottom lip and starts thrusting hard and deep while his eyes devour me. Well, at least I imagine it would be really deep. I can’t deny that I bet it would feel so good.
He must notice me sweating because he laughs a little and steps away from the girl that is still bent over with her ass in the air. Ignoring all the girls screaming for him, he starts walking with meaning; unstoppable. With each step, he gets closer and closer to me.
My body is shaking just from his presence and my breathing picks up. I hate my body right now.
Spinning on my heel, I pick the brunette up by her hips and sit her down on the chair in front of us. She spreads wide for me and presses her hands against my chest as I step between her legs and slowly grind my hips to the music.
Placing one hand behind my head, I grip her neck with my other as I close the space between our bodies, grinding my hips in a slow, seductive movement as if I’m slowly f**king her.
She moans from beneath me as I let her hands explore my chest and abs. The women here like to touch and I like to give them what they want. It’s my job to f**king please them and I’m damn good at it.
“Take it off!” A few girls start screaming.
“Let us see your body. Come on!”
Absofuckinglutely.
Pulling the brunette’s chin up, I look her in the eyes as I slowly pull my shirt over my head and toss it down beside me. Most women love it when I make them feel like I’m stripping just for them. It makes them feel special.
She bites her bottom lip as her hands go straight for the muscles leading down to my cock. The girls can never get enough of it; of both.
As much as I’m enjoying getting these women off, there’s one woman in particular I want to get off and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her leave here unsatisfied.
Chapter Three
Aspen
Kayla keeps nudging me to get my attention, but for some reason I can’t seem to drag my eyes away from the jerk-off that is practically dry humping some girl in the corner. She loves it too; over there moaning and rubbing her hands all over his body as if she’s about to have an orgasm. How gross. Have some damn class. We aren’t in the middle of a damn p**n .
A stripper? I shake my head and snort. A sexy as hell one too. Who the hell does he think he is getting that close to me?
The bad part of it is, I think he may just be the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. Messy black hair that falls over his deep blue eyes and the perfect five o’clock shadow that surrounds a set of full lips. I can’t forget that body of pure muscle that you could easily see through that firm fitting white Tee he had on. Now, it’s off and . . . crap. He has me so worked up, I can barely breathe. This is embarrassing.
Our lips were so close I could almost taste him. I imagine he probably tastes minty and fresh; perfectly refreshing. For some stupid reason, I had the urge to run my tongue over those full lips. They just looked so soft and inviting; calling me to feel them, suck them. The way he was looking at me; oh f**k, it was like he was tasting me in a way I have never been tasted. I liked it. Dammit, why did I like it?
“Um . . . Aspen. Hello. Am I talking to my damn self? Snap out of it.”
I suck in a deep breath and pull my eyes away from Mr. Sex himself. “What? I’m listening.” I bring my eyes up to meet hers, but they quickly stray back over to him as I pretend to pay attention to her.
Brushing her burgundy locks over her shoulder, she rolls her eyes at me and grabs my hand. “Come on. Let’s just get closer so you can drool over sexy stripper boy up close. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Stop being so shy. We’re here to have fun.”
I huff and pull my hand out of her grip. There’s no way I’m going over there and giving him the pleasure of seeing me watching him. I’m only here because Paige is getting married. Hell, I’m not even watching Cale and I’ve known him for years. I’ll just stay where I’m at. No thank you.
“I’m good, Kayla. I’m not getting in the middle of that orgasm fest. It’s pathetic.” I hold my drink up and grin. “This is all the pleasure I need while I’m here. Simple as that.” I take a huge gulp as my eyes once again land on him and oh God, that ass.
His jeans are now hanging half way down his ass, showing his muscular butt cheeks through his white boxer briefs. The busty woman in front of him is desperately tugging on the front of his jeans, working on pulling them down his body. I don’t blame her. I want to take them off with my teeth.
Crap, my mind is in the gutter.
Placing his hands behind her head, he pulls her face down by his crotch as he starts grinding his hips up and down in perfect rhythm to the song playing. It’s a slow, seductive song that makes me think about sex. Yup, I’m definitely thinking about sex now.
Just as I think he’s about to actually let this woman publicly suck his dick or something, he grips her by the hips and pulls her up to her feet. Slowly, he makes his way behind her and his eyes land on me and they stay there, locked with mine.
What the . . . why? Stop looking at me.
I tug on the collar of my white blouse and without meaning to I start fanning myself off. He smiles at this, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. He’s doing this on purpose.
Cocky jerk.
Bending the girl over, he grips her hair in one hand and pulls her neck back while grinding his hips on her ass. His eyes bore into mine as he shakes himself out of his jeans and lets all of his sexiness consume us. Yes, he is damn sexy and he knows it. That just pisses me off more. His legs are thick and muscular; covered with random tattoos and every muscle in his body is well sculpted.
Now that he’s facing me it’s easy to see his defined chest and abs flexing as he moves with the music. The muscles leading down to his briefs are staring at me, flexing with each sway of his hips; calling out to be touched and licked. Mmm yes. I want a taste . . .
Holy hell, he’s in shape; like a fitness model. Plus, he has random tattoos inked across his chest, sides, lower stomach and arms as well. Hell, he has tattoos all over and it makes him even hotter. They glisten as the perspiration forms on his skin.
He’s staring at me, while practically f**king this girl with his clothes on. Still, I’m standing there watching as if it were me.
What is wrong with me?
I feel myself start to sweat and get a tingling sensation between my thighs as he bites his bottom lip and starts thrusting hard and deep while his eyes devour me. Well, at least I imagine it would be really deep. I can’t deny that I bet it would feel so good.
He must notice me sweating because he laughs a little and steps away from the girl that is still bent over with her ass in the air. Ignoring all the girls screaming for him, he starts walking with meaning; unstoppable. With each step, he gets closer and closer to me.
My body is shaking just from his presence and my breathing picks up. I hate my body right now.
