“Sly,” she gasps.
I trail it around to the front and tease her pussy lips gently, rubbing it back and forth. “Get yourself off with it, baby,” I whisper as I stroke her again and again. She begins to move, doing as I tell her. I keep at it until it’s slick with her arousal. Her breasts are bouncing when she finally orgasms with a gasp.
I unbuckle my jeans and chaps and pull out my hard dick. I stroke it from root to tip and brush my thumb over the pre-cum that drips from the head.
“Lick your lips,” I growl.
She does, her eyes locked on my movements.
“You want it? You want to suck my dick, pretty girl?”
She nods and I drop the whip, hook my finger in the O-ring of her collar, and tug her down until her mouth closes over me.
I drop my head to the back of the couch, my eyes closing at the incredible sensation of her lips and tongue on me. I look down at her again, not wanting to miss a moment of the vision of her going down on me. I yank those ridiculous cat ears off her and sink my hands into her teased-up hair.
I can’t get over the sensation of her hot mouth around me. I thrust up, holding her tight with my fists in her curls.
“Fuck, yeah, baby doll. Just like that.” I urge her on. I’m breaking every fucking rule in the club, and I don’t give a damn. Michaela pushed me over the edge tonight, and there’s no going back.
This scene is playing out like two trains on a collision course with no way to stop them. From the moment she walked out on that stage, I knew there was only one way tonight was going to end and that was going to be with my dick in her mouth and sweet pussy.
And I’ve waited long enough for the latter.
I pull her mouth off me and haul her body up until she’s got a knee on either side of my hips, then I dig a condom out of my hip pocket and roll it down. She’s spread wide and that’s just how I want her. I can smell her sweet pussy, that musky, erotic scent that drives all thoughts from my head but the overwhelming need to take this woman and make her mine. With two hands on her ass I lift her up and guide her down onto my shaft, impaling her and locking her down with a tight hold. She moans and gasps at the sensation. I’m so fucking hard for this girl, and she’s soaking wet for me, her warmth enveloping me in a tight velvet glove.
My hips lift, thrusting up again and again as I hold her pinned, giving her no room to escape me, allowing her no control. I’m fucking her my way, hard and deep. Her breasts bounce in my face, and I lean forward and capture a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard.
Her back arches, thrusting her chest toward me, wanting more. I give it to her, dragging my teeth over that sweet nub and then treating the other one to the same.
I move my hands around her hips until my thumbs reach her pussy lips. I rotate them slowly in opposite circles brushing against that hidden clit until Michaela is gasping and bucking against my hands.
I don’t let up until she explodes in orgasm, moaning and shuddering in my arms. Then I stand, staying balls deep inside her as I spin and drop her to her back on the couch and lean over her, one foot on the floor and a knee in the cushion. I’m able to get much better leverage to take her the way I want. She’s slick with her release and I pump in and out of that liquid silk, faster and faster. Changing the angle, I drag her hips up until I find that trigger inside her.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “There, right there.”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
I thrust in and out of her until she explodes a second time. Only then do I let myself detonate, coming long and hard before collapsing on top of her.
As our breathing slows, I brush the hair back from Michaela’s face. She looks away, avoiding my eyes. She can hate me all she wants, but she can’t deny the fire that burns white-hot between us. Neither of us can, apparently.
I feel like a shit, but I’ll be damned if I’ll apologize for any of this. In the end, she wanted it as much as I did, whether she’ll have the guts to admit it or not.
I climb off her and pull her upright. She covers her breasts with her arms and crosses her legs.
I dispose of the condom in a handy wastebasket and tuck myself back in my pants, buckling back up. I’m now fully dressed and she’s still naked except for the boots. It’s a power dynamic I can’t say I don’t like. I move to stand in front of her and lift her face to meet my eyes. “You’re mine, Michaela. From the moment I laid eyes on you, you’ve been mine. Get dressed. I’m taking you home.”
She lifts a brow, and I can tell she may have given in to the intense desire that seems to engulf us whenever we’re near each other, but she’s not ready to play nice yet.
“Dressed in what? You sliced up my bottom.”
I grimace. She’s right. I glance around. There’s absolutely nothing in here to cover her with. I pull my cut off and lay it on the couch next to her, and then I start unsnapping my denim shirt.
She frowns. “What are you doing?”
“Givin’ you the shirt off my back. Just like I’d give you everything, you let me.” Her eyes start to glaze, but I ignore it. I’m not ready to handle tears tonight. I pull the shirt off and toss it to her.
She quickly slips her arms through and snaps it up. I pull her to her feet. She’s not short, and even though it’s a man’s shirt, it still only comes to just below her ass, leaving about six inches of bare thigh between the tails and the top of those boots.
Knowing she’s naked underneath has my dick getting hard all over again.
She sees my eyes trail over her and shakes her head. “Not gonna happen. As a matter of fact, where’s my money?” She holds her hand out, palm up.
The corner of my mouth pulls up, and I slide the wallet from my back pocket. I grab the stash of crisp hundred-dollar bills and count out ten, laying them in her palm.
Her eyes get big.
“You think I didn’t have it?”
“Is this drug money?”
“Actually it’s gun money, if you want the truth.” I grin.
She’s not amused.
“You earned it, every penny. Best thousand bucks I ever spent, kitten.”
She tries hard but can’t hide the little smile that plays at her mouth as she bends and shoves the money in her boot.
I watch and meet her eyes when she straightens. “How much you rake in tonight? Bet there’s a bunch of bills down that boot.”
“Actually, I haven’t had a chance to count it all.”
“You didn’t take it back to your locker after your act?”
“No, I had to pee, then they told me to get out on the floor.”
I can’t help the chuckle. I take her hand and lead her out the door.
“Oh, wait. I have to get the outfit.” She turns and collects all the pieces. “I have to return them to Sabrina.”
My brow lifts. “Sabrina? She lent those to you?”
“Yes, and now I’ll have to pay to have them replaced.”
I snatch them from her. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll square it with her later.” I walk her back to the dressing room. “Get dressed. You got jeans?”
“Yes.”
“Good, ’cause I’m on the bike. Hurry up. You’ve got ten minutes.”
“You’re awfully bossy.”