6. Stripper Condom
SIX
STRIPPER CONDOM
Rylee
I melt into him. He takes that as a sign to deepen the kiss and I let him. With our lips still fused together, he spins us around, slamming my back against my SUV. A moan rumbles from my throat as he grinds his growing erection into my stomach. I’m going to regret this later, but I don’t care. I need to feel something, anything else besides the utter disappointment that is my life. All I need is a few seconds, so I don’t rage call Kyle to yell at him about how much he sucks. Also, it better last longer than a few seconds or I’ll be hulking out for a completely different reason.
Like a mental rolodex, I run through everything in my backseat. Car seat. Toys. Good chance there’s a lot of fruit snack wrappers scattered between the seats. That plan is out. I’ve got to go with something else. With my palm on his hard, muscular chest, I shove him away, causing him to stumble backward. His gaze flits to mine with a mixture of shock and surprise. “Where’s your car?”
His eyebrows pinch together. “Behind us.” He nods to a black SUV parked next to mine.
“Get in the backseat.”
“Wait. What?”
“Get in the backseat. I want to work out some frustration.”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you trying to talk me out of sex right now?” My irritation grows exponentially with every passing second. After the last shitty fifteen minutes of my day, I need my thoughts consumed by something else, even if it's Trey. At this point, I won’t even be picky. I’ll take his tongue, fingers, or cock. Or maybe one of each. I don’t care. I just need it.
“Fuck no.” He shoves his hand into his front pocket, pulls out his keys, and fumbles to hit the unlock button on the key fob. After a second, the lights flash and he yanks the backdoor open.
I crawl inside over one of the bucket seats, tossing my wallet to the floor, and Trey follows close behind. As soon as the door slams closed, I pounce. Leaping over the gap between the seats, I straddle his lap as I palm his cheeks and slam my lips to his. His firm hands roam over my ribcage as his thumbs graze the underside of my breasts until he’s holding me in place as if he’s afraid I’ll leave. Right now, that’s not happening. In fact, I moan and rock my hips into him. Needing to feel him. Everywhere. His rock hard erection rubs against my pussy and I half moan, half mewl. The sensation sends a million tiny pin pricks over my entire body.
I break our kiss and frantically pull apart the buttons on his shirt. I’m surprised I don’t rip any of the threads. Once they’re all undone, the side of his dress shirt falls open and I’m met with chiseled and toned muscles. All I want to do is spend several hours running my hands up and down his chest and over every ridge and valley of his six-pack abs. But I don’t have hours. If I did, I’d talk myself out of it. Less thinking. More doing.
“A couple of housekeeping guidelines.” His hands skate up my sides, taking the hem of my shirt with them. I raise my arms and he removes my shirt, tossing it on the seat next to us. “One. This is only happening once.”
“It’s like you’re speaking my language.” He cups the outside of my black lace bra and places open mouth kisses on the swell of each breast.
My back arches and I moan from his touch. “Two. Tell no one.”
“Done.” He bites down on the soft flesh, and I grind myself against his now fully hard cock.
“Three. When was the last time you got tested?”
“Like a month ago. Everything’s negative.” He pulls down the cup on one side and sucks a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the stiff peak, and I’m on the verge of seeing stars.
“Same.” I pant. “And you haven’t gone bare with anyone since?”
“Nope. I always suit up.” He repeats the action with the other breast but this time his fingers kneed the tender flesh of the other. “Fuck this.” He mumbles against my skin. His hand slides to my back. In one swoop, the clasp of my bra releases, and the straps slide down my shoulders. He finishes removing it and tosses it to the floor somewhere next to us. “Much better.” With both hands he cups my breasts, pressing them to the center. His thumbs brush over my pebbled nipples as he places open mouth kisses on one and then the other.
I whimper and arch into him. “Last one. I don’t have a condom unless you do, but I’m on birth control.”
He freezes, and a blank expression takes over his face for a brief second. I’m slightly terrified he’s going to tell me he doesn’t and back out. Which would probably be for the best since all my moral judgement has taken a vacation.
“Oh! Wait!” He grips my waist and moves me to the other seat. He bends over, lifts the center console, and rifles around inside. I count the seconds by the thumping of my heart. The longer he takes makes me question my decision to go through with this, but my vagina is leading the charge, keeping me rooted to the seat. He slams the lid down and holds up a square plastic wrapper.
I snag it from his hands. From the dim street lamp shining in through the tinted windows, a shimmer of text catches my eye. Glancing down, I read the words, mostly to myself, “Sugar Daddy’s.” My gaze shoots up. “The strip club?”
“Uh. Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I got it from a bachelor party.”
I stare down at the white plastic square with gold imprint as I contemplate having sex in the back of an SUV in the parking lot of my work with a strip club condom as if I was in my twenties. Granted, I wasn’t actually doing this when I was twenties, but I’m pretty sure Kyle was. Fuck it. Fuck all of it. I’m thinking with my vagina tonight.
With the wrapped condom in hand, I climb on Trey’s lap and crash my lips to his. His fingers wrap around the nape of my neck, and he deepens the kiss, causing me to see stars. And not just one star, but a meteor shower of stars raining down on us.
Without breaking our kiss, my hands fumble to unbutton his pants while he does the same to mine. Once both our pants are haphazardly pushed down our hips, I rise to my feet. With my back hunched, I shimmy my jeans down one leg, then shift my weight to do the same to the other side. He lifts his hips and pulls his pants the rest of the way down until they hit the floorboard. Despite the lack of light, the outline of his impressively hard, thick cock casts a distinct shadow on the floor. A rush of heat lands directly between my legs and I freeze. That’s going to be inside me. I have the urge to wrap my hand around the girth and lick the head, but that’s not why we’re here.
I finish yanking off my jeans, and they drop to the floorboard with the plop. I rise to my knees. With my finger hooked on the fabric of my panties between my legs, I begin to pull them to the side, but Trey stops me with his hand on my waist.
“These can go too.” He lowers his head. The stubble on his chin scrapes over my sensitive skin as his heated breath skates across my pelvic bone sending a rush of goosebumps over my entire body, peaking at my nipples. The tip of his tongue carves a path following the line of the elastic waistband from my hip to right below my belly button. His teeth dig under the fabric, and he does his best to pull them down with his teeth until he loses his grip and they snap back into place.
I inhale a sharp breath from the slight sting.
“This works better when I have more room.” He hooks both thumbs under the fabric and shimmies them down as far has he can until I have to stand up. After they drop to the floor, I rest a knee on the seat to get back to penis insertion position. Before I can slide down on his monster cock, he stops me, his fingers dimpling my waist.
“I’m not done yet.” With his other hand, he slides two fingers down my slit until he reaches my entrance and then back up to rub a circle around my clit. “Fucking drenched.” The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver up my spine. He continues to slide his fingers up and down, smearing my wetness all over my pussy and his fingers. He leans forward and places a kiss in the center of my chest. My heart flutters until I tamp down those feelings. That’s the last thing I need right now, especially with him. This is a no feelings operation.
With one hand gripping the dark leather of the backseat, I splay my other hand against the roof. I rock my hips against his fingers, needing more of him. “That feels so good.”
“But my dick will feel way better.” He pulls his hand away. Long, slender fingers wrap around his girth. One. Two. Three pumps.
With my teeth, I tear open the condom. Remembering where he got it, I cringe and spit out the top half and then pass it to him. He pulls it out and rolls the latex down his length. With a steady hand around his cock, he holds it still. I take that as my cue, lowering myself onto the crown. A jolt of electricity courses through me as the tip grazes my entrance. Inch by inch I slide down. My mouth gapes open, unable to form words, as he stretches me wider and wider.
“Ah. Fucking hell. Your pussy feels amazing gripping my dick.” His fingers curl around my waist.
I continue to slide down, surprised I haven’t bottomed out yet. In one swoop, Trey thrusts upward until he’s fully inside me. My yelp morphs into a moan as I adjust to his size.
“Oh. God.” My head falls back as I collect my breath.
“Fuuuck.” His hands grip me tighter.
Slowly, I rise and savor the stretch as I slide up and down on his cock. My pace grows faster with each pass.
My moans and whimpers mix with his grunts and groans, each thrust increasing in intensity from the previous one. I roll my hips, the new angle driving his cock even deeper. His lips wrap around my nipple, sending a lightning bolt directly to my clit.
“Harder. Don’t stop,” I pant. His teeth clamp down, shooting my pleasure to the stars. “Oh! Yes!”
He reaches up and wraps his fingers around the grab handle and uses it for leverage to push deeper into me. Each and every time, he hits my g-spot, and I can’t help but moan out his name. I rest one hand on his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin as my orgasm draws nearer.
“Trey. I’m close. So close.” I continue rolling my hips, keeping a steady pace.
“I’m right there with you.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth and softly bites down. He pounds into me from below. “Oh, shit!”
“What?” I freeze. “Are you coming already?”
“No! Ah! Ah! Charlie horse!” His arm goes slack.
“Shake it off!”
He drops his hand from the handle and stretches his leg as far as he can in the small space.
“Shit. That sucked.” He blows out a breath. “Okay. Go.” His fingers grip my waist as he guides me up and down on his cock again.
I rock my hips. The sensation on my clit draws me closer and closer to climaxing. He continues the assault on my pussy from below. My orgasm detonates, sending a rush of white, sultry heat through my entire body. I cry out Trey's name, my nails digging into his skin as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my body. Every second is more magnificent than the last.
“Fuck. Rye. Your pussy is so tight. I can’t."
A deep groan rumbles from Trey’s chest as he thrusts his hips up, his hot cum filling the condom. He continues thrusting, riding out his own orgasm, until he slows to a stop. His hand hits the seat with a thud and my forehead drops to his shoulder. The steady rise and fall of his chest is hypnotizing. He glides his palm up my thigh, stirring me to meet his gaze. My breath hitches as his finger caresses my cheek before tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Without saying anything, he presses his lips to mine. It’s sweet and tender and everything I don’t need right now. This isn’t a fairy tale. I stopped believing in those a long time ago.
Instantly I crash down to earth. What did I just do? And I can’t even use alcohol as an excuse because I’m stone cold sober.
“Oh god. Oh god.” I scurry off Trey’s lap and flop down in the seat next to him. A million different emotions smack me in the face. Anger. Annoyance. Confusion. Lust. Circling back to anger. My frantic gaze darts from left to right, searching for my clothes.
“I’m used to women using those words while they’re riding me, not searching for their clothes.”
I stop and glare at him before I desperately go hunting for my underwear again. Once I find them, I yank them up. Then I swipe my pants off the floor and do my best to tug them up in the small space, but my foot collides with Trey’s solid knee in the process.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“Hey, where’s the fire?” He reaches over and rests a hand on my thigh.
Currently, the fire is raging through my entire body and heading straight to my heart, and I need to pull the pin on the fire extinguisher. Stat. “I have to go.” Reaching behind me, I clasp my bra and then I grab my shirt. Without putting it on, I pull the lever of the door and push it open. A shiver runs up my spine as soon as the cool air hits me. I shove the shirt over my head and slam the door. My fingers fumble pushing the button through the hole of my jeans. As I pass the gap between our two vehicles, the pavement illuminates red from the taillights and the back driver’s side window slides down. Trey’s deep voice sends me ten feet into the air.
“Forgetting something?” He holds out my yellow wallet.
I clutch my chest. “Yes. Thank you.” In two long strides, I’m standing in front of him while avoiding eye contact. I grip my wallet and tug, but he doesn’t let it go. My gaze lifts to his.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stick around? I might be able to find another stripper condom.” The corner of his mouth tips up into a smile.
It’s a panty dropping smile that makes it hard to not drop my panties for him... again. Because he set the bar high with round one so I'm sure round two would be equally as good, if not better than the first. But I can’t.
“I don’t think so.” This time when I pull my wallet, he lets go. With a quick spin, I sprint to the driver's side of my SUV, my heart pounding in time with my footsteps. I fire up the engine, press the pedal, and reverse out of the parking spot. I spare a quick glance in the rearview mirror, Trey’s SUV receding into the distance. Unfortunately, the enormous knot in my stomach doesn’t dissipate with the added distance. What was I thinking? A sigh escapes my lips and I lower my eyes, fixating on the windshield in front of me. Biggest mistake ever. Okay. Maybe only the second biggest mistake. The first one started with a phone call that got me here in the first place.