by J. M. Walker
He didn’t say anything but came farther into the room before kicking the door closed. “I happen to agree with your sister.”
“What do you want? Shouldn’t you be mingling?” I turned away from him and reached for the pile of clothes when a dark shadow loomed over me.
“What’s going on?” Vince asked gently, covering my hand and slipping his fingers between mine.
“You stopped guys from asking me out.” I met his intense stare. “Didn’t you?”
“Not exactly.”
Crossing my arms under my chest, I leaned against the table and stared up at him. “Then tell me what happened.” I had always wondered why guys flirted but it had never amounted to anything more than that.
“I overheard the girls talking about some guys wanting to ask you out. Random fuckers who went to your parties and shit.” Vince pinched my chin, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “The thought of another man taking you out, wining and dining you, possibly even kissing you or more, made me want to burn the mother fucking world down. But I never stopped it. I just spread some rumors.”
“What kind of rumors?” I ran my hand down his dress shirt, remembering that I had stuffed my panties into his pocket.
“I had it spread that you had a boyfriend who had family in the yakuza.”
I opened my mouth to say something but thought better of it. “Oh.”
Vince gave me a small smile. “I like you, Gigi. I’ve always liked you. I wasn’t going to let someone else ruin you before I got a chance to.”
“So romantic.” I tried pushing him back when he grabbed my hips in a rough move.
“It is romantic.” He leaned down to my ear, giving it a gentle nip. “Can I ask what you’re doing in here?”
A breathless laugh escaped me. “I was waiting for you.”
His head snapped up. “Really?”
“No.” I patted his chest. “I was getting changed.”
“For what?”
I turned around. “You’ll see.”
“Queenie.” He cupped my nape, pulling me back against him. “Fuck, I just want to take you out of here.”
“And do what?” My skin burned at the rough hold he had on me.
“Every nasty dirty thing imaginable.”
My stomach tumbled. “Well...” I pushed out of his hold, grabbed the clothes I would wear for the dance, and stepped away from him before he could grab me again. “I guess you’ll have to show me later what you’re wanting to do.”
“Gigi,” he groaned, his dark eyes roaming down the length of me.
“Trust me, baby. I think you’ll like my present.” Or punish me for it. Either way, one of us was going to enjoy it at the very least.
“Oh?” Vince raised an eyebrow. “Can I have a hint?”
“Nope.” I rushed into one of the dressing rooms and locked the door before Vince could do what we both wanted him to do.
“Gigi, you’re being a damn tease,” he said, wiggling the doorknob.
“You really don’t like surprises. Do you?” He needed to leave or else we would never get on with our night.
“Let me see what you’re changing into at least.”
“Ha. No. Go have fun. I’ll be out soon.” As soon as those words left my mouth, a voice called out. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but the voice sounded high. For whatever reason, the hairs on the back of my neck tingled, along with my stomach clenching with unease. I didn’t like this feeling. This jealousy. This need to keep Vince close by and not let anyone else near him. It was possessive and unnecessary.
“Fine, but Gigi?”
I shivered at the deep baritone of Vince’s voice. “Yes?”
“I’ll make you regret not letting me in there.”
Before I could think on it, I unlocked the door and opened it.
Vince grinned, coming into the dressing room. “You didn’t want to see what my threat consisted of?” Instead of waiting for me to answer, he crushed his mouth to mine.
Ten minutes later, he had me screaming his name.
He chuckled, sinking his teeth into the side of my throat. “Good thing there’s music playing.”
“God.” I shivered. “I don’t even care.”
A wicked grin spread on his face. “We’ll see about that.”
Almost a half hour later and Vince was doing up his pants, while I was slipping back into my dress. His cum dripped out of me, causing a shiver to ripple down my spine.
“Thank you for the birthday present.” He winked.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Now you have to leave, so I can get ready.”
He smirked. Coming toward me, he pinched my chin and placed a soft peck on my forehead. “Don’t clean yourself up,” he murmured, brushing his nose over the tip of mine.
The move had been so gentle, it caused an ache in my chest. “I won’t.”
“Good girl.” He kissed me one last time and left the dressing room.
“Vince, where the hell have you been?” I heard his friend ask.
“I was opening my birthday present,” Vince told him.
I smiled, my cheeks heating.
I knew that the stripper would come out as soon as our parents left. Good thing too because I didn’t want my father seeing me grinding against Vince. God, I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. I was going to dance for him. It reiterated the fact that no one else should be touching him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t felt the same way when it came to guys and me. Hell, he stopped them from asking me out. Even if it was indirectly, he still stopped it.
My feelings for him scared me. But tonight, all I wanted was sex. Nothing more. Nothing less. After the last couple of weeks together and then waking up next to him this morning, it was almost like it was meant to be. No, it was meant to be. Maybe everyone was right, and we did have our heads up our asses. Or it was me who did anyway. Vince seemed to know what he wanted even though he never came out and said it.
By the time I finished getting ready, even though I had no help from the girls like I had hoped, I gave myself a once-over in the mirror. It would have to do. It wasn’t like the outfit was going to stay on long anyway.
I adjusted the red bra beneath the white ripped tank top and made sure the plaid short skirt was centered before I slipped into the sky-high heels.
Remembering the rough way Vince had taken what he wanted from me not too long ago, I couldn’t help but smile. I was thankful that he didn’t care where we were. As long as he could get what he wanted and give me the same in return, he was happy.
The outfit left little to the imagination and I knew that Vince wasn’t going to like that part. Not unless he had something do with it. I learned rather quickly that he liked being in control. But tonight, it was my turn. At least for a little bit. Maybe a few minutes. Probably even shorter than that. Even though I was going to be wearing a mask, as soon as he saw the pendant between my breasts, he would know.
Giving myself a final once-over in the mirror, I took a deep breath and headed to the door just as it slammed open with a bang.
I jumped back.
Corbin appeared in the doorway, his eyes raking over me. “Good, you’re ready. Your man is ready to lose his shit that his friends are blocking him from getting back to you.”
My eyes widened. “I just saw him a few minutes ago.”
“Sweetheart.” Corbin smiled. “It’s been a half hour.”
“Oh.” A nervous laugh left me. “I must have been stuck in my head.”
“No.” He cupped my shoulders, guiding me out of the room. “You’re in love. Big difference. Now go get him. I’ll leave this room unlocked for...” He waggled his eyebrows. “You know.”
I giggled, slipping the mask down onto my face. “Thank you.”
“For you?” His grin grew. “Anything.” He started backing up. “We still have that date?”
“Yes. Next Friday, I am all yours.”
He beamed. “Good. Have fun,” he sang and disappeared down the hallw
ay.
Thankful for Corbin’s gentle but sassy personality, it helped ease some of the nerves racing around in my stomach.
Once I reached the end of the hallway, the music switched to something slower. It was sensual but held a beat that I felt down to the marrow of my bones.
From where I was standing, I could see out onto the dance floor.
Vince was sitting on a chair with his arms crossed under his chest. A deep scowl was set on his face. Oh God, did he think he was getting the stripper? Maybe that was why he looked pissed. I wasn’t sure. Looked like I needed to move this along and fast.
I took a step forward just as Vince stood.
His friends rushed to him and pushed him back on the chair.
I could tell even from where I was standing that Vince was enraged. He looked around him and went to stand when Luna came out onto the dance floor and stopped him. Whatever she told him, relaxed him a bit. Thank goodness for that. I didn’t want my surprise to piss him off, but I knew that Ashton wouldn’t have gone without him having a stripper tonight. This was the only way for it to happen because I refused to watch another woman dance all over him.
Stepping out onto the dance floor, I adjusted the red mask that completely covered my face. I knew that once Vince found out it was me; he was going to lose his shit. I didn’t have a lot to take off. I was also ready to go all the way, but I knew it wouldn’t happen. He would find out it was me before I even got a chance to take off my top. Especially when he saw my necklace.
When the music switched to a different song, I made my way out onto the dance floor. I stopped in Vince’s direct line of sight. His head lifted, his brows narrowing in the middle. Our eyes locked. His jaw ticked but then, much to my surprise, he grinned.
Sitting back in the chair, he scratched his jaw and waited.
My stomach tumbled. He knew. How the hell did he know that it was me already?
Giving myself a shake, I ignored the question and did what I did best.
I had never been an overly confident person. I was skinny. Too skinny at times. But when the music played and my hips moved, it was like the beat took over and my body became possessed.
Stalking toward Vince, I stepped between his spread knees and turned, bent over, and gave him a full view of my ass. I wasn’t wearing anything beneath my skirt, but the move had been so quick, I knew that he would be the only one who saw that part of me. Not that it mattered. Anyone could see me, and he wouldn’t care. No, because he knew it would be him I would be spending the night with.
Straddling his lap, I grinded against him, and felt every inch of him harden beneath me.
Vince dropped his hands to the sides of the chair, gripping the edges like it took everything in him not to grab me and drag me out of there.
He would.
I was counting on it.
Whistles and hollers sounded around us but I ignored them and focused solely on the man beneath me.
Vince
I knew the stripper was Gigi. I wasn’t sure if she knew that or not but it didn’t matter. Every male instinct in me wanted to make her pay for dancing the way she was, in front of our friends. But then the other part of me, the dominant part, the part that enjoyed voyeurism, didn’t care. Because I knew that I was the one she was going to go home with. I was the one who had fucked her good and hard in the change room not too long ago. And I was the one whose bite marks were currently spread out on her inner thighs. So I played it cool. For the moment anyway.
While she grinded against me and started unbuttoning her shirt, that was when I’d had enough. I grabbed the necklace that was around her throat, my necklace, and pulled her toward me.
She gasped, the dancing stopped.
“I will give you two seconds to get your ass to that change room, Gigi,” I said loud enough in her ear so that she could hear me over the music, but not too loud that people nearby could listen in. “I know you want to be watched but I don’t think you want our friends seeing you getting violently fucked.”
Her throat worked over a hard swallow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She went to struggle against me when I fisted the chain and gripped it tight.
“One second,” I growled in her ear.
Gigi jumped off of my lap and rushed toward the hall that led to the change room.
When the music switched to another song, I took a deep breath and stood from the chair.
“Vince.”
I looked at Ashton over my shoulder. “Keep the party going,” I told him, stalking toward my prey.
He nodded once. “On it.”
Sauntering to the hall, I took my time knowing it would build up the anticipation of what was to come. I enjoyed making Gigi wait. I also loved it even more when she couldn’t control herself and ended up begging for it. For me.
As soon as I rounded the corner, I saw Gigi heading down the hall to the change room. She stopped suddenly, looking at me over her shoulder. “Miss me?”
I grinned, catching up to her. Before she could get away, I caught her around the waist and crushed her against me. “You have no idea, baby. No idea at fucking all.”
When her breath caught in her throat, my grin grew. I ripped the mask off her head and cupped her jaw. The mask slipped from my fingers, dropping to the floor at our feet.
Gigi grabbed onto the waist of my pants, pulling me closer.
I was vaguely aware of the sounds going on around us. Music continued from the party and people milled about, but all I could focus on was the woman in my arms.
Pushing her back until she hit the wall, I closed the distance between us and pressed my pelvis into hers.
She sighed, tilting her head back.
With a firm grip on her jaw, I pulled her toward me until our mouths met in the middle.
My cock was hard between us. Knowing how much I wanted her. How much I craved every inch of her. I couldn’t help but tease us both. It took everything in me not to shove her up against the wall and dive into her wet heat. I would, but not yet. I wanted to play. I wanted to see just how far she was willing to go before she embraced that kinky side of her. I didn’t know all of her desires, but I made a vow to myself that I would. Eventually. We would learn together. What we liked. What we didn’t like. And I would take full advantage of the fact that my girl liked to fuck dirty.
Much to my surprise, Gigi started unbuckling my belt.
Digging my fingers into her jaw, I deepened the kiss.
In a quick move, I had her shoved up against the wall and my pants undone. Cupping the back of her thigh, I wrapped her leg around my waist and ground into her. I swallowed her moans and cries of pleasure.
Reaching between us, I pulled my aching cock out and thrust into her.
Gigi gasped, arching against me.
A deep chuckle sounded from somewhere. Maybe from the end of the hall. Maybe it was someone we knew, but it didn’t matter because all I could focus on was how Gigi’s pussy gushed when we were caught.
“Vince,” she whined, rocking her hips against me. “We have an audience.”
“Don’t care,” I growled, deepening the kiss and pumping into her in rough smooth moves. Reaching behind her, I fumbled for the doorknob but finally pushed it open. We stumbled into the change room.
“God.” She broke the kiss. “There are cameras in here.”
“Don’t care about that either.” I bit the side of her throat, thrusting into her hard and deep.
“I...” She shook against me, trembling with the need to come.
Fisting her hair, I stared down into her eyes and slowed my hips. “This is yours. All of me. And you are mine. My cock owns your cunt. Don’t ever fucking forget it.”
Gigi grabbed onto my shirt. “Never.”
***
(Gigi)
“Are you mad that I stripped for you?”
Vince pinched my chin, tilting my head back. “No. Because you didn’t actually strip. Not completely anyway.”
I stared
up at him. “I’m surprised you let it get as far as you did.”
He smirked. “I know you like being watched but I can only assume that you would prefer for it to be in front of strangers and not our friends.”
My cheeks heated. Looking away, I continued getting dressed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No?” He cupped my shoulders, placing a soft peck on the side of my neck. “Then tell me why your pussy became soaked when we were caught.”
“It’s weird. I shouldn’t like it,” I confessed, slipping the dress up and over my head.
Vince helped me lower it down my body. “Why does it matter what you like?”
“Because...” I huffed. “It’s weird.”
“No. It’s not.” He turned me toward him. “Look at me.”
But I wouldn’t meet his gaze.
“Gigi.”
“What?” I went to pull away from him when he enveloped me in his arms. “Vince.”
“What you like, your kinks, your desires, it’s all natural.” He cupped my chin, kissing me softly on the mouth. “It’s not like you’re into some sick shit anyway. So, you like being watched. Who gives a fuck?”
“You don’t judge me?”
“Nah, baby.” He kissed my nose. “I’m sure lots of guys don’t want to show off that part of their woman but that’s not me because I know that while I’m fucking you, while I’m balls deep inside of you, it’s only us. Doesn’t matter if other people are watching because it’s just you and me, babe. No one else can touch you. No one else can touch me. It’s just us.”
A shuddered breath left me. His words helped but I wasn’t sure if they were enough. “My sister calls me a prude.”
“You are not a prude.” Vince brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “You just never had anyone to explore your desires with. Until me.”
“Thank you.” I stood on tiptoes and kissed him softly. “We should go back out and enjoy the rest of your party.”
“We should but I’m rather enjoying this.”
I laughed, stepping out of his embrace and leaving the change room. “We can continue later.”
“Get ready, Queenie.” He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle. “We’re going to go all night. I hope you’re prepared to fucking hurt tomorrow.”