Chapter 14 #2
“Baby, there isn’t a moment in the day when I’m not hard for you.” I grabbed hold of her hips and forced her down harder on me. “You drive me out of my goddamn mind.”
She rocked her hips against me again while pulling that plump bottom lip between her teeth. “The feeling’s mutual,” she whispered softly.
I leaned in, trying to taste those lips, but she had another idea. Whipping around, she maintained her straddle, but this time, her back was pressed against my chest as she ground her ass against my crotch, rocking and rolling her hips like I imagined she would if I were inside her.
“Jesus, fuck, baby,” I grunted, bringing my hands up to grasp her waist. One hand moved up across her ribs toward those fantastic tits, while the other skated across her belly, moving south. “You wet for me right now, Charlotte?”
“Ah, ah, ah,” she teased, lifting herself up and moving out of my reach. “Did I say you could touch yet?”
I clenched my hands tight, my blunt nails digging into my palms as I fought to keep from throwing her down on the hardwood of the stage and driving inside her.
I held my breath as she dropped down to her knees and reached for the fly of my jeans.
The zipper sliding down was as loud as a gunshot, ricocheting through the room, but it was still a wonder I could hear it through the blood rushing in my ears.
Then her delicate hand slipped inside and wrapped around my aching length, and I was done for.
“Christ,” I barked when she pulled me free.
She bent forward and I nearly came out of my skin when her pink tongue poked out and swiped along the underside of my cock.
“Charlotte,” her name grated out of my throat like sandpaper as I watched in rapt fascination.
She’d barely started and I was already worried I was about to blow.
But that was what happened when a man had to wait months on end for the woman he was quickly becoming obsessed with.
She reached the crown and opened her mouth wide, sucking the fat head like a popsicle and wrenching a grunt from deep within my chest. “Jesus, baby.”
Those hazel eyes lifted, looking up at me through the fan of her long lashes, and that view had to have been one of the sexiest, most erotic things I’d ever seen in my life.
My throat worked on one heavy swallow after another as her head bobbed up and down, meeting the fist she had clutched around the base of my shaft. Her lips looked so fucking good stretched tight around me, and her hot mouth felt like heaven. My cock glistened from her saliva on every upward glide.
She removed the hand she’d been using to jack me and took me deep into her mouth, the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat, and when she swallowed around it, I let out a sharp curse.
“Fuck me, baby. Just like that. Take me deep.”
She did it again and again, staring up into my eyes the entire time. Then her nose bumped that thatch of hair at my groin. Never in my life had I been with a woman who could take all of me, and that was all it took to set me off.
“Shit, Charlotte. Gonna come,” I warned so she had time to move back, but she didn’t.
She kept sucking and slurping until the hot wet of her mouth became too much.
That tingle at the base of my spine erupted, and I came down her throat, long, hot spurts exploding from my balls.
She swallowed every drop I had until I was drained completely dry and my muscles had turned to mush, and only then did she pull away, swiping at her swollen, red bottom lip to get the last drop of me before sucking that finger into her mouth.
Just like that, I snapped.
Grabbing her under her arms, I whipped her around and pulled her back into my lap, her ass nestled against my spent dick.
“Keep dancin’ for me, Charlotte,” I ordered as I drove one hand beneath the waistband of that miniscule thong.
My fingers homed in on her pussy, and I let out a groan when I felt the wet that had gathered between her thighs.
“Fuckin’ soaked,” I rasped, feeling my cock stir back to life.
How that was even possible after how brilliantly she’d just sucked me off was beyond me, but she was the only woman who could spur that quick a reaction time.
“You get this wet just from sucking me, baby?” I asked as I dragged my fingers along her slit.
Her chest shook on a stuttered gasp. “Y-yes.”
I gathered up some of that arousal and lightly circled her swollen clit. “You want more?”
“Please,” she begged on a tiny whimper.
“Then don’t stop dancing.”
She started moving again, bracing one hand on the seat of the chair at my hip and reaching up to wrap the other around my neck. She flicked and circled her hips, begging me to press harder, circle faster, and I was all but willing to give my woman what she wanted.
“Dalt,” she moaned, dropping her head back against my shoulder. “This was just supposed to be for you.” Her motions contradicted her words as she chased after my fingers.
I grinned against her neck, scraping my teeth along that sensitive cord. “What can I say? I’m all about equal opportunity orgasms.”
With that, I drove two fingers into her.
She cried out at the same time her pussy clamped down around my digits.
Her hips started rolling in time with every thrust of my fingers, and it didn’t take long at all before her nails were digging into my scalp and she was chanting my name like a prayer as her release washed through her.
I stayed with her the whole time, dragging it out just like she had with mine, and when it finally left her, I removed my fingers and gently cupped her, silently staking my claim.
“So,” she panted some time later, “how was that for my first ever lap dance.”
I smiled and nuzzled her hair. “Not an expert or anything, but I think that might go down in history as the best fucking lap dance ever.”