29. Sophie
There’s a wild look in Xander’s eyes as he looks at me like he’s hungry. Actually, starving is a better word.
Starving for me.
My skin tingles as excitement courses through me. I’ve never been to a strip club before. I’m admittedly a fish out of water. But I’m also intrigued. There are scantily clad men and women all over the place, and the vibe is so open and sexy and accepting. And it’s having an effect on me.
I lean my mouth to Xander’s ear. “I want to drink whiskey and strip for you. But not here. At your place.”
I watch as the stubbled skin on his cheeks turns rosy. His throat works as he swallows. He closes his eyes for a long second before opening them and looking at me.
He drops some cash onto the table, grabs my hand, and stands up.
“We’re taking off,” he practically growls.
I try not to laugh at how abrupt and eager he is. We say goodbye to everyone, and then Xander helps me put on my coat and leads me by the hand out of the club to the entrance. We step out into the freezing cold night and make our way to his car.
As soon as we’re in, he peels out of the parking lot and heads in the direction of his place.
I giggle. “Someone’s eager.”
He turns to me and flashes a smug grin. “You promised me a striptease. Fuck yeah, I’m eager.”
I laugh as he makes it to his condo in record time.
As soon as we walk into the door of his place, he sheds his coat and drops it on the floor, not even bothering to hang it up. He darts to the kitchen.
I chuckle as I slip mine off and drape it over one of the barstools at the island. I watch Xander as he walks over to the drink cart along the wall of his kitchen
“What do you want to drink?” he asks. “Bourbon? Rye? Whiskey?”
I eye the half-dozen glass bottles.
“I wanna be a whiskey girl.” I smile at him, and I swear something in his stare ignites.
He swipes a bottle from the cart, grabs a glass from one of the floating shelves along the wall, and struts over to me. He splashes some of the amber liquid into the glass, grabs my hand, and leads me to his couch.
He sits down, glass in hand. He aims that gorgeous hazel gaze at me. “Join me?”
I lower myself onto his lap. My heart is racing and my skin is hot in anticipation of what he’s about to do.
A wicked smile pulls at his lush mouth. He looks down at us and shakes his head. “This won’t do.”
With his free hand, he moves me so that I’m straddling him.
I bite back a smile. His thighs are hard and hot under my legs.
I rest my hands on his shoulders and watch as he brings the glass to his lips and takes a slow sip of the whiskey.
The liquid glistens along the seam of his mouth, that wicked grin still in place. And then he gently grips the back of my neck with his free hand and brings my mouth to his.
I moan at the hot, wet feel of his lips against mine. When he parts his mouth slightly, I follow his lead. The spiced liquid slips past my lips, coating my tongue. I close my eyes and hum. It doesn’t burn at all. It’s warm and smooth and spicy. After a second, I taste vanilla, smoke, and the faintest hint of caramel.
I swallow, relishing the flavor coating my mouth. And then I lean back and touch my fingers to my lips.
“How was that, gorgeous?” Xander asks, his voice low and rough.
Goosebumps fly across my skin despite how hot my entire body feels.
“Yummy,” I say through a raspy breath.
That wicked smile widens. “More?”
“Yes.”
He takes another drink and kisses another sip of whiskey to me. This time, after I swallow it, I don’t pull away. I grab his face with both hands and kiss him until we’re both breathless.
I break the kiss to catch my breath, resting my forehead against his with my eyes closed.
“It doesn’t burn at all,” I say mystified.
He lets out a low chuckle. “Promised you it wouldn’t.”
I lean up and look at Xander. I take in the dazed look in his hazel eyes, how he runs his tongue along his lips.
I thumb his bottom lip. “Is it bad that from now on, this is the only way I want to drink whiskey?”
Another insanely sexy rumbled chuckle falls from his mouth. “Nope. I do too.”
He traces the hinge of my jaw with his index finger before gliding gently down the side of my neck. And then he sits up and presses his mouth to that very spot.
My eyes roll back and my entire body shivers.
“So about that striptease…” he says against my skin.
I gasp and moan. He pulls away and I hop off his lap and stand between his legs.
My heart thuds in my chest as I gaze down at this beautiful man. This man who surprised me with how sweet and funny and doting he is.
My fingers skim the hem of my top. “This isn’t going to be as impressive as a proper striptease at a club.”
Xander sits up and sets his hands on my waist. “Gorgeous, you’re letting me watch you take your clothes off. This is going to be fan-fucking-tastic.”
I giggle, the nerves inside of me calming. God, he’s the sweetest.
“I don’t have any music,” I say, feeling silly.
Xander grabs his phone and swipes his finger across the screen. A second later, a sexy RB song plays.
He sets the phone next to him. “Okay?”
I nod. And then I close my eyes and sway along with the music.
I’ve never done this before in my life for any guy. And if someone had told me a month ago that I’d be stripping for my sexy hockey star boyfriend, I’d have laughed in their face.
Fakehockey star boyfriend who I’m going to end things with in a few weeks.
My stomach clenches. Even just thinking about all that feels wrong. Yeah, we’re technically in a fake relationship. But every emotion I’ve experienced with Xander feels like the real thing.
I feel so smitten, so turned on, so happy, so fulfilled…
And it’s all because of him. And I don’t want it to end…
Emotion simmers in my chest, but I swallow it back. I don’t want to fixate on that right now. Right now, I want to focus on making this hot for Xander.
I run my hands along the sides of my body as I move my hips to the beat of the music. When I open my eyes and look down at Xander, his eyes are a hazel fire as he gazes up at me. He looks mesmerized, like he’s under my spell. I glance down at his lap and see the bulge in his jeans. He’s so hard watching me dance for him.
And that sends a surge of confidence through me.
With anyone else, I’d feel like a fool. But with Xander, I feel like a sexy goddess with the way he’s staring at me. His pupils are blown out and his irises are two hazel rings, like he’s hypnotized by me.
Watching him get hard while watching me makes my clit throb. Heat pools between my legs. I’m already so wet.
I slowly pull off my shirt, revealing a baby blue bra. I skim my fingers along the waist of my jeans, then unbutton them. I slide them off and step out of them. The heat in Xander’s eyes turns to a bonfire when he gazes at my pussy.
“Fuck,” he groans. His grip on my hips tightens. “Baby, look how wet you are…”
My breath catches and my chest heaves as I nod. “I can’t help it. You get me so hot.”
I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. I toss it to the floor, then I hook my thumbs along the sides of the matching blue thong I’m wearing.
I’ve stopped dancing at this point. I’m too turned on. My legs are shaking, and every muscle in my body is tense with the urge to jump on top of Xander. But I don’t want to rush this. I want to show him I can be a hot little sex kitten and draw this out. I want him so hard it hurts before he’s desperate to fuck me.
He pulls me closer between his legs, his gaze on my naked breasts. He licks his lips and then he looks up at me. “Best striptease ever,” he murmurs.
“I’m not even naked yet.”
“That’s how good you are, gorgeous. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He drops one hand from my hips and lightly runs his thumb along the wetness of my panties. When he skims my clit, I gasp. My knees buckle.
“So fucking wet,” he mutters as he circles my clit along the soaked fabric of my thong.
Pleasure blooms between my legs, up my abdomen, and into my chest. I let out a shaky breath as my legs tremble.
Leaning forward, I rest my hands on Xander’s massive muscled shoulders to brace myself.
“Sophie, do you know how incredible you look right now?” he rasps.
My eyelids flutter. And then he stops, pulls the crotch of my panties to the side, and continues circling my clit.
My knees buckle at the softness of his fingers, how firm his movements are. Heat flashes through me once more. The pleasure inside of me winds tighter with each second.
“Tell me what you want, gorgeous,” Xander rasps. “I’m dying to give it to you.”
“I want…I want…” I can barely stand up straight, I’m so overloaded with arousal. I fall forward and bury my face in the meaty part of his shoulder.
“I wanna hear you, Sophie,” Xander says, working his fingers faster.
I huff out a breath. “I want you to rub my clit just like this until I come.”
A low rumble sounds from his throat. “Good girl. What else do you want?”
Heat and pleasure simmer within me. My whole body is shaking, aching for release.
“Your mouth…on my breasts…” I rasp.
He captures my nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue. My breath catches. It’s like there’s an invisible live wire connecting my nipples to my clit. Every flick of Xander’s tongue makes my pussy ache more and more.
He moves to my other nipple and works me in his mouth until I’m panting. He leans back and hums, pressing his palm against my pussy.
“What else, gorgeous?”
“I want to suck your cock. I want you to come down my throat. And then I want you to make me come again.”
Xander mutters a curse before fingering me faster. I yelp. The pleasure crests, and then I explode.
I writhe and thrash against Xander as I come. I scream so loud my throat aches. This orgasm is so hard and so intense, that my brain goes offline. I can’t process anything other than how fucking good this orgasm feels.
I don’t how long I come for. It feels like it goes on for minutes. When I start to come down, Xander eases his movements. And then he moves me so I’m sitting on his lap again. I rest my head on his shoulder, panting as I catch my breath.
“Oh my god…” I murmur. My head feels so heavy, but I’m lightheaded too.
It takes a minute before I can formulate any more words.
I sit up slightly and cup my hand around Xander’s cheek as I look at him. I take in the wonder in his eyes as he gazes at me, and the sweet smile on his face.
“That was hot as hell,” he says.
I reach down, grinning when I feel his rock-hard cock outside of his pants.
I unzip his jeans and grip him in my hand. “My turn now.”