30 Aubie #2
Because no commitment also means lonely, something I never thought about until I spent the night lying awake craving his touch.
And it’s not just one time. It’s been going on since I got my first taste of him that night in the parking lot.
I just wish I knew why. What is it about him that makes me so feral for his company?
“Maybe you’ve been paying better attention than I thought,” he says.
“He has a way of getting under your skin.”
He sits back and drums his fingers on the desk. “I suppose I won’t be seeing you around here anymore after tonight.”
“I’m still a member. Plus there’s the matter of finances.
I really am interested in investing in the club.
I know you probably already have enough people clamoring for a piece of this place, but my offer still stands.
I don’t know how much it cost or how many investors it took to get this place up and running, but I guarantee I could buy them all out. ”
I don’t miss the shrewd glint in his eye. “What would be in that for you? Because I’m not interested in selling.”
“I’m not looking to cut you out. I just want to see this place thrive. Without the threat of violence to get the money you need to expand or just improve.”
He steeples his fingers and taps them on his chin. “I’ll give it some thought.”
“Don’t just say that to get me to shut up. I’m dead serious.”
I glance up at the clock on the wall and push myself to my feet. “Looks like it’s showtime for me. Think about what I said. And don’t worry about Cutter. I promise the last thing I want to do is hurt him.”
“Some things may be out of your hands.”
I shrug. “Isn’t that the way of life?”
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I put everything into my performance, but I still feel like something was missing.
The audience was their usual enthusiastic selves and I made a boatload of tips, all of which will go into the kitty to be split among the other dancers.
Even with the audience hanging onto every move I made, I didn’t feel that buzz across my skin their attention usually sparks.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m aware it’s my last set or that the person I most want to perform for isn’t here.
Maybe it’s good to quit while you’re on top.
I don’t make a big deal out of leaving, just say my typical goodnights and head out the door.
When I don’t come back, they’ll just move on.
One of the new security guys is standing outside the back door and offers to walk me to my car, but I assure him I’ll be fine.
Daryl said the threat was over, so I’m going to trust that he knows what he’s talking about.
I should go home and try to get some sleep, something I haven’t been doing a lot of lately. And yet I’m sitting in my car staring at my phone, which I don’t even remember pulling out of my pocket. Then, as if I’m possessed, my fingers start scrolling for his number. Start typing out a message.
ME
Are you awake?
It takes a couple of minutes for his reply to come through.
STUDMUFFIN
What else would I be? It’s not like I can sleep.
Are you blaming me for that?
If the shoe fits.
I’d be willing to tuck you in.
Is that an offer?
Do you want it to be?
The dots appear and disappear several times before his reply finally comes through.
Don’t keep me waiting.
On my way, baby.
I might have broken a few traffic laws crossing town. And I take the stairs up to his apartment two at a time so that I’m nearly out of breath when I reach his door. I know he’s moving slow right now, but it seems an eternity passes between the time I knock and the sound of the locks turning.
He swings open the door, looking sleep-mussed and sexy as hell.
I don’t wait for a greeting. I don’t even get the door fully closed before my lips find his, needing the taste of him in my mouth more than oxygen.
I resist my first instinct, which is to jump into his arms. I know his body isn’t up to any sort of gymnastics tonight.
He’s a little fragile, a little broken, and that makes me pull back to make sure I’m not hurting him.
“Where are you going?” he growls, his teeth clamping down on my lip and fusing our mouths together again.
We stumble against the wall and I arch my body into his, rocking and writhing against him while my hands slip under his shirt to skirt along his back.
His skin is hot to the touch and I just want to run my tongue over every inch of it.
He pulls his mouth back, his breath coming in short gasps, and says the words I want to hear.
“Bedroom. Now.”
I let him lead the way because my mouth is too busy ravaging his while trying to walk with my cock growing painfully hard between us. Somewhere along the way we brush against a wall switch, throwing the hallway into sudden blinding light.
“Fuck,” he mumbles as he slaps at the wall to find the switch, but it’s ancient history now.
I fist the hair at his nape and pull his mouth back to mine, and then we’re fumbling through the bedroom door.
As I recall, the room isn’t much bigger than his bed, so the back of my legs hit the mattress almost immediately then I’m tumbling down, dragging him on top of me.
He grunts when he lands, reminding me why we shouldn’t be doing this.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“I’m fine.”
And to prove it, he dives in for another kiss. It goes on and on, our tongues waging a bruising battle of dominance while our hands clutch and grab at anything within reach, ravenous for contact. When mine slips between us to squeeze the bulge in his pants, he moans and grinds against me.
Jesus, did I just leave him a few hours ago? It feels like years.
The need to feel his naked skin against mine becomes unbearable.
I grab the hem of his shirt and drag it up his back until he raises up and ducks his head so I can get rid of it.
Then I wriggle out of my coat and sweater and push the waistband of his pants down.
His cock pops free and I close a hand around it and roll my thumb over the head to smear the precum gathered there.
“Take me out,” I plead as I press my heels into the bed and arch up toward him.
He opens my pants enough to free my cock and I rut against him, wrapping my hand around both our lengths and stroking us together.
“Fuck,” he moans as he rolls his hips against mine. “That feels amazing.”
“Allow me to introduce you to the joys of frottage.”