15. Lennox
15
LENNOX
We crash through the doorway, a mess of limbs and teeth, grunts and groans. It’s been so damn hard to keep my hands to myself the entire way home. While attempting to tease Jensen at the restaurant, I only ended up tormenting myself even more. Plus, it didn’t help that for the whole ride home, my dick was rubbing against Jensen’s back with every movement the bike made. I’m honestly surprised we made it into the house before he attacked me. He could have easily stripped me down as soon as we pulled into the driveway, but luckily, he was thinking of his neighbors and how they probably wouldn’t want to see that.
I turn my head, giving Jensen more access to my neck. He sucks on my pulse point, a shiver working its way through my body. Ecstasy . That’s what it feels like to have his mouth on mine. A firm set of lips that were made to mix with mine. One of his hands flicks open the button on my jeans, and I gasp, looking down at him.
“Why the hell was that so sexy? And where did you learn that? Did you do that with bras? Oh yuck, no. Forget I said that. Kiss me again.”
Jensen laughs loudly, pulling his head away from the crook of my neck to look at me. “God, you’re so damn adorable.”
He continues kissing up my throat, and my eyes close at the sensation. “Question number 16?” I moan, arching my back into his body. Fuck, I don’t know how I’m supposed to think about anything when he keeps caressing me. “J-Jensen,” I stutter, pushing at his chest to get his attention.
“Hmm?” he rumbles, not releasing his hold on me. He seizes my jaw, turning my face to him. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, kissing me roughly at the same time his fingers pull down my zipper. His hand rubs the outside of my jeans, caressing my hard cock. “Were you saying something?” he asks, dipping his hand into my panties and rubbing at the sensitive skin. Not able to take anymore, I drop my hands to my pants, shoving them further down my legs and letting my shaft spring free. “So needy,” he murmurs, his lips finding my neck again.
I close my eyes, allowing my head to fall back against the wall. God, I could live the rest of my life like this. With Jensen’s tough hands all over me, caressing me, making me experience things no other man has ever made me feel. I’m falling in love with him. It was inevitable the moment his lips touched mine. I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried. Which, hell no, I wouldn’t want to stop this. Being with Jensen allows me to be free, to be myself. He doesn’t question my every decision or make me feel insignificant, as though I’m nothing. He builds me up and lets me be who I’m meant to be. Myself.
“Jensen, question number 16?”
“Ask away, sweetheart.” He drops to his knees, coming face to face with my dick. How the hell does he expect me to have a conversation with him when his mouth is so close to my shaft? My eyes widen when Jensen licks his lips and then sucks on the head of my dick.
“Jesus. For someone who didn’t realize he was attracted to guys until a few weeks ago, you sure are hungry for my cock.” My chuckle turns into a long groan when he licks a strip from base to tip. “How the hell are you so good as this? I’m jealous…well, no, I’m fucking ecstatic that I’m on the other end of this, but jealous that you won’t get to experience it yourself…because oh my god, Jensen, your mouth is fucking amazing. The way you—” I moan loudly, cutting off my rambling, when he sucks me into the back of his throat. “Yes, that. I love when you do that. No damn gag reflex. I love it.”
Jensen snickers, pulling off my dick, the motion vibrating against my shaft. “I thought you had a question to ask,” he taunts, his fingers running up and down the length of my dick.
“Did I? What was I about to ask? Hmm, can you imagine what it’ll be like once we have penetrative sex? You make me so damn speechless with just your tongue. I can only picture what it’ll be like once you’re inside me. I’ve thought about it a lot. Like every day, if I’m being honest.”
Jensen stops his touching to stare at me. “Do you think about it? Us having anal sex? ’Cause you know I’d be okay without that, right? What we’ve done so far is more than enough.”
I offer him a soft smile, my heart fluttering at how amazing this man is. Not once has he complained about the lack of sex we have. Sure, we have other types of sex, but it wasn’t enough for other men. I should have known Jensen would be the opposite. From the start, he’s different from the guys I’m used to. The patience he’s given me, the care and love he’s shown me. I’m ready to give my body to him. But I want the moment to be right. Not something fast and quick, which is what would probably happen if I tried to do anything tonight. Two margaritas at dinner, and while I’m not drunk, I am buzzed, and I know Jensen wouldn’t let things get that far since I had some alcohol.
“Thank you for that.” Jensen tilts his head, and I clarify. “For reassuring me you’re okay with what we’ve done. But since we’re on the subject of that. My question. Do you know what frotting is?”
“Frogging? Like something to do with frogs? I don’t know if I’m into something like that.”
I push at his shoulder, laughing loudly. “Oh my god. Frotting. T-T, not G-G. It’s us rubbing our dicks together,” I tell him, snickering again when his eyes widen comically.
“Hell yes, let’s do that.” He abandons my aching cock, standing up quickly, the cool air drying the salvia he left behind.
“You could have finished what you were doing,” I whine, gesturing to my crotch. “It doesn’t like to be left high and dry.”
“Well, let’s try that frotting thing and then I promise I’ll shove your dick back down my throat.”
“Oh baby, you know just what to say to woo me,” I joke, pulling my panties and jeans up my legs. “But I have a surprise for you. Can you give me a few minutes to get myself together?”
“Whatever you need.”
“Thanks.”
Leaning over, I peck his cheek, then grab my backpack from the floor and head away from the couch. I walk down the hallway toward Jensen’s room, making sure the door closes behind me. After checking that the water is hot, I rush through a shower, ensuring I clean all the right areas, and then I spend a few minutes applying some makeup to my face. I don’t overdo it, just enough so my eyes pop and my face is a little more rosy than usual.
Once I’m satisfied with how I look in the mirror—my brown hair is styled to perfection, my cheeks are pink and shimmering, and my eyes are sparking with the extra glitter I put on—I open my backpack, pulling out the outfit I bought. When I tried it on earlier, I knew I had to show Jensen right away. And while I knew he would show no one, I still made sure my face wasn’t showing. But now I’m feeling giddy at the thought of him seeing me wear it in person. It’s the same surprise I had for him a few days ago that I never got to wear.
After putting on a pair of black lace panties, I slide some fishnet stockings up my legs. Walking over to the mirror, I pause, inspecting my ass. Damn, I look good. I shiver with excitement, a thrill coursing through my veins. I quickly toss the skirt on and the white button-down shirt, completing the outfit. For the final touch, I grab my black high heels, slipping them on my feet. I’ve only worn them a few times and as much as I would want to wear them to Peaches, I’m still not comfortable enough, so I thought wearing them for Jensen would be good practice. Besides, he’s seemed to love everything I’ve worn in front of him so far, so I’m hoping he’ll love this.
I run my fingers through my hair a few times, my nerves showing up. I take a deep breath, pulling at my skirt. “He’s going to love it,” I whisper into the empty space.
Gathering up my courage, I leave his room and head straight toward the couch. Jensen is watching TV when I walk in, but his head whips around when my heels clack on the hardwood floor.
“Hot damn,” he whispers. He starts to sit up, and I rush to him, pushing him flat onto the cushions.
“Down, boy.” I laugh when he raises an eyebrow at me, but falls back down, placing his hand behind his head.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful Lennox. And you in that outfit? Just look at what you do to me.”
I follow his hand that’s pointing at his cock. His thick length that’s currently straining against his briefs. Apparently, he was as impatient as me, taking off his pants while I was getting ready. My eyes stay trained on his dick, a small wet spot forming on the gray material. I whimper and Jensen chuckles, pulling his shaft out of his underwear and letting me see the gorgeous cock he keeps hidden.
“Like what you see?” he growls, his hand jerking faster.
“I love what I see. So much,” I admit, stepping between his legs.
His hands slide up my thighs, disappearing under my skirt so he can grab hold of my ass. “Spin in a circle for me.”
I follow his command, turning slowly around to let him take in my outfit. There’s not one second when his hands leave my body, making sure to keep a connection at all times. Once I face him again, I lean down, kissing him softly. “Do you like what you see?” I toss back at him.
“I love seeing you in anything, Lennox. You could have walked out here in a trash bag, and I would still think the same thing.” Hell, I don’t know what I did to deserve such an amazing man, but Jensen is someone I won’t take for granted. The way he always has the right things to say and how sweet his words always are.
“A boy could get used to hearing you say such kind things,” I admit, knowing that he could really hurt me.
“You better plan to get used to it, because I won’t stop.”
His words cause a flutter to appear in my stomach and I rub at it softly. God, I hope I don’t fuck this up between us. Taking a deep breath, I shake out my hands. “All right, there’s something I want to do. Sit back and stroke your cock for me.”
I turn around, walking to my phone, laughing. I quickly pull up the music app, finding a song I can dance to. My finger scrolls on the screen until an upbeat one catches my eye. Hitting the play button, I put the device down on the surface, and then turn around, waiting for him to resume his stroking. Once he starts, I hike my leg up onto the table, dragging my finger from my ankle up to my knee on the outside of my boots. The height of the heels makes my legs feel a little uncomfortable being lifted so high, but seeing as how hard Jensen is breathing, it’s obvious he likes what he sees.
Dropping my leg back to the ground, I turn around, resting my hands on the table as I bend over. Jensen groans loudly as I shake my ass, making sure to sway it just right. I roll my hips seductively, smirking when I hear another moan. I dance for the entirety of the song, not stopping until the room is blanketed in silence once again.
“I love watching you move. It’s what I felt when I initially saw you on stage. Of course, it’s ten times more now that I understand what it is I’m actually feeling. At first, I thought I was only admiring your body, but I can clearly see how wrong I was. The entire time you were dancing right now, I was blown away. Yes, by your performance, but more so your confidence in yourself.”
“I swear, you better realize you’re stuck with me because I don’t think I want to live another day without hearing the words you say to me.”
With a toss of his head, Jensen laughs. “Deal. So, I have a question, and you don’t have to answer, but I’m curious,” Jensen says, his eyes darting away from mine.
Nerves prick my skin, wondering what he’s going to ask. “Is this your question number 16?”
“Sure.” I nod my head, giving him the okay to ask, and he reaches out, playing with the hem of my skirt. “Do you tend to give men private dances a lot? And does it ever go farther than that?”
Huh. For some reason, that’s not what I was expecting. But I can tell he was nervous to ask, so I slide onto his lap, sifting my hands through his hair. “I’ve done it, of course. You kind of have to in my profession. It’s never gone beyond that, though. I’ve never taken a customer home or met up with a patron later that night or ever. I dance, shake my ass, and then I move on.” I wait a few seconds to let it process before I continue. “Does that bother you?”
“I thought it would, but it doesn’t. It’s kinda hot to know you’re out there getting these other men hot and bothered, but then you come home to me at the end of the night and I’m the only one who gets to see you this way.” His hand comes out to rub my sides, the other one grabbing hold of my hip. “Debauched, horny, and so damn sexy.”
I bite my lip, grinding down on him. “Are you sure it doesn’t bother you? Not just the dancing, but me working there?”
Fear grips me as my heart pounds from the uncertainty. If he says it bothers him, I wouldn’t know what to do. I can’t pick another job. I love my job at Peaches. Not only because I enjoy it and I have a blast with my friends, but also because of who I’ve become since I started there. Plus, it works perfectly with my school schedule, and I don’t want to mess that up.
“It doesn’t bother me. If anyone from your past has an issue with it, that reveals more about them than you.”
I stare at him, speechless. “You really mean that? You aren’t going to tell me to quit? That it’s beneath me and I can do better? That you’re embarrassed to be with someone who works at a seedy strip club?”
“I know I’ve said this once, but I’m saying it again. Fuck those boys from your past. You intimidated them, that’s why they said things like that. They were intimidated and jealous. They wanted to control you. I will never do that, Lennox. I can promise you that. You will always be safe to be who you are with me.”
“Damn. You always say the right things.”
“Oh, yeah?” he purrs, his hands rubbing my ass cheeks. “Are you still turned on?”
“So much,” I moan, grinding down on him again. It’s the ultimate turn on; him reminding me he sees me for who I am. And he likes it. Every part of me. The side others tried to shame me for, the parts of me I love, and attempted to hide. He recognizes every inch of me—not just my appearance, but who I am inside—and he loves it. My sassiness, my shyness, how I might not be as confident as I try to pull off. Even though I’m trying.
“Tell me more about this frotting thing.” His hands glide up my sides before making their way to the buttons on my crisp white shirt. He swiftly unbuttons each button with one hand while my cock hardens to the point of pain.
“You have no idea how sexy I find that. How you only have to use a single hand.”
Jensen chuckles, pushing my top off my shoulders. He leans forward, placing a kiss on my collarbone before he bites it roughly. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he growls, biting me again. “As much as I love the skirt, and I do love it, I need you to take it off. I want to see you in nothing but your panties, these stockings, and fuck-me heels.”
Not wasting any time, I climb out of his lap, shimmying the fabric down my legs. I kick it out of the way, then turn and face him.
“Utter fucking perfection.”