10. Braxton #2
She smiles and presses herself closer to me. “You know, I’m just about off. But I have time for one more VIP dance…”
“Huh. That works out well for me. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you perform. Wouldn’t mind being somewhere a little more private to see what I’ve been missing.”
Vanessa’s smile widens, and she presses both hands against my stomach, pushing me away before she takes my hand and leads me down the other end of the hall where the VIP rooms are.
“If you were scared before about the other girls talking, this is definitely going to get their tongues wagging,” I warn.
She laughs and opens the door to the empty room. “You know what? Let them talk. I’ve had a long night and could use a little distraction.”
“Anything you want to talk about?” Honestly, I’m surprised she’s even said that much.
Vanessa shakes her head and offers me one of her smiles. This one isn’t forced, but I can tell there’s a bit of tension behind it. “Not really.”
That answer, however, I fully expected.
Vanessa walks over to the dock and sets her phone in it. Music begins playing over the speakers as she turns to me with a wicked little smile on her face. This is the Vanessa I’ve come to know and…that’s it. Just know.
She cocks her head to the side and nods toward the couch. “Have a seat.”
I pull my phone from my pocket and shoot off a text to Sylvie.
Me: Shut the cameras down in room one.
I don’t offer any more details before I look up at the camera above the door. The red light turns off a few seconds later, and my phone vibrates in my hand.
Sylvie: Done.
Vanessa gets on the stage in the room as I sit on the couch.
This time, there’s no one else around; her sole focus is me as she spins around the pole and throws her head back, her long blonde hair floating like a halo.
She loops her legs around the pole and flips upside down, twirling much like I saw her do the first time I watched her dance.
Fuck, she is a goddess, and this is a world of her own making. Heat pulses up my neck, and I feel myself getting stiff behind my zipper. Instead of being in a room full of people and having to hide my reaction, I let her see what she’s doing to me.
Leaning back into the velvety sofa, I run a hand over my cock as I watch her slide down until her ass hits the stage.
She grabs the pole and lifts her body, rolling her hips like she’s done on my cock so many times.
The memory is so intense, I can practically feel what it’s like being inside her, moving in and out as she rides me.
“You look fucking good on that pole, baby.”
Vanessa falls to the floor and crawls to the edge of the stage on her hands and knees before she leans back and spreads her thighs, giving me a peek at what my mouth is watering to taste.
It’s been too damn long without her in my bed, which seems insane considering it’s been less than a week since I felt her come around my dick.
Vanessa pulls the string of the sequined halter top she’s wearing, and the fabric slides down her perfect tits. I let out a low groan as I unbuckle my belt.
Vanessa’s eyes widen, and she looks as though she’s about to object.
“No cameras,” I say, nodding to where the device sits above the door. That earns another wicked smile from the beauty in front of me, and I reach inside my pants, pulling my cock out and stroking it. Vanessa’s pupils dilate as she bites the corner of her painted lip.
“There are still rules,” she purrs before putting her finger in her mouth and sucking the digit. I watch, completely enraptured as she takes the finger from her mouth and circles it around her nipple.
“Rules?” I choke out, imagining it was my tongue tasting that sweet flesh.
“Mmmhmm,” she moans before her hand glides between her breasts and she runs it over her covered pussy. I lean forward, ready to stand, because I can’t not touch her when she looks so fucking delectable and ready for the taking.
“Uh, uh, uh,” she admonishes, and I watch her through narrowed eyes. “You can’t touch me. Rules, remember?”
“I don’t like those rules,” I gripe, but rest back against the couch nonetheless. This is her show. Her domain. And honestly, I really fucking like this little game she’s playing.
“Play by them, and I promise you’ll get a reward. But only if you’re a good boy.”
Vanessa continues to roll her hips, her eyes locking with mine.
Her gaze darts to where I’m stroking myself, and the tilted smile on her face tells me she likes what she sees.
I can see the need in her blue eyes, and it’ll be interesting to see how long she can keep this up.
I know she wants her pussy wrapped tight around me just as much as I do, but she’s nothing if not stubborn.
Her fingers pull her panties away from her pussy, and I can instantly see how turned on she is by her performance. She circles her wet opening then moves her finger to her clit, rubbing herself over and over. Her hips pick up the pace—as does my hand—and Vanessa lets out a broken whimper.
“Does that feel good, baby? Rubbing your needy little clit as you watch me stroke my hard cock. Fuck, you look so good spread out up there, getting yourself off.”
“I’m so close, Braxton. Holy shit, I’m almost there.”
“Yeah, you are. Fuck your fingers and imagine they’re mine.”
Vanessa slides two fingers into her pussy and continues to put pressure on her clit with the heel of her hand.
“That’s it, baby, rub your G-spot. I want to watch you come all over your hand,” I encourage. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you, and I’m licking my way down your perfect tits, running my tongue around your nipple before I suck it into my mouth.”
Another deep moan falls from Vanessa’s open mouth as she watches me stroke myself. Goddamn, if I’m not careful, I’m liable to blow before I get inside my girl, and that definitely isn’t part of my plan.
When Vanessa’s body tightens and her hips jolt from the stage, she lets out a string of curse words as she rides her hand into ecstasy.
Sweat gathers at my brow with the physical exertion it takes not to follow her over the edge.
She collapses back onto the stage, her legs still spread with come dripping from her.
“You tapped out, sweetheart?” I ask, and she lifts her head, giving me a grin.
“Not in the slightest.”
Vanessa stands on shaky legs and makes her way over to me, squatting down between my spread thighs. She shoots me a look that says she’s still in charge, and I couldn’t agree more. I’m up for whatever the hell she has planned, especially if it ends with me coming in her tight heat.
I put my hands up in surrender, and Vanessa smiles before she dips her head and runs her tongue along the length of my cock.
“Shit,” I hiss as she swirls her tongue around the crown, then pops her head up. “Your mouth is fucking incredible,” I tell her.
She stands and slowly places each knee on either side of my hips. I slide my palms over her silky thighs, and she shakes her head.
“Rules, Braxton.”
A chuckle rumbles through my chest as I press them back onto the couch, even though the only thing I really want to do is grab her hips and slam inside her.
Vanessa places her hands on my knees and leans back as she rubs her pussy up and down the length of my cock.
“You going to get yourself off like this? Rubbing yourself all over me?”
“Maybe,” she breathes out. “If that’s okay with you.”
“I certainly won’t stop you. Fuck, you’re getting me all wet. I haven’t touched you and you’re practically dripping all over me.”
“You have a dirty mouth, Braxton.” She bites her bottom lip and continues to rub herself on me. “I fucking love it.”