The Substitute Stripper

by Ari Thatcher

  He ripped off his jacket and tossed it on the upholstered chair. “Is that so?” Turning on a lamp, he caught her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. Her pale skin glowed in the light. The bar had been dimly lit, but she had no flaws to hide. Her full breasts stood firm and round, the nipples rock hard. Her waist was tiny, so small his hands itched to see if they would touch around it. Her hips…damn those hips were curvy. Not fat, but fleshy enough to let you grab a handful and hang on when you pumped into her.

  “You are so fucking sexy.” He knew it was not what a woman longed to hear by any stretch, but his tongue was twisting with the thought of tasting her sweet juices. Forget poetry. He just wanted to show her what he felt.

  She glanced away, not meeting his eyes. “I, um, want you to know I didn’t plan on all that happening.”

  When she drew in a breath, his gaze locked on her ripe cherry nipples, and he reached to pluck one. “All what?”

  Her breast swelled at his touch. That and the scent of her personal juices had to be the sexiest signs she wanted him. His cock twitched. He had on too many clothes. Pulling at the buttons on his shirt without worrying if he ripped one off, he stripped.

  “I don’t usually let men touch me when I dance.”

  Ash danced on one leg while he worked his boot free. Why was he wearing so many clothes? He hadn’t planned to play strip poker. Shit, he wanted to be naked five minutes ago. “I didn’t hear anyone complaining.”

  Her lashes lowered. “It wasn’t ‘anyone’ I was worried about. Did it bother you?”

  Finally naked, he closed the inches between them and touched one of the tangled curls resting on her shoulder. It was so soft, like her skin. “Did what bother me? That fantastic blowjob you gave me? Are you crazy?”

  She shrugged. “Just checking. Some guys get jealous of other men seeing me naked.” Her lower lip, all red and glossy still, dropped a bit.

  She was afraid he was jealous. Or possessive. Did she want him to be? He didn’t want to play games, not the emotional kind. Not after finally working up the nerve to ask her to come to the wedding. “If you’d had any other guy’s cock in your mouth I probably would have knocked him to the ground.”

  Bree grinned.

  He’d found the right response. That was a relief. “To tell the truth, I was really turned on seeing them touch you.” His index finger glided down her arm and he took her hand, then led her to the bed.

  Turning back the covers, he sat on the edge and pulled Bree to stand between his knees. He let his gaze roam over the pale curves bared to him. “You look even hotter than I pictured you.”

  “You pictured me naked?”

  Tearing his gaze from her ripe, flushed skin, he gave her a lopsided grin. “I’m a guy, aren’t I?”

  She reached up and cupped her hands in his hair. “Good to know, ‘cause I fantasized about you a few times, too.”

  “Oh, yeah? Was I doing this?” He stuck his tongue in her belly button. Her skin was salty with sweat, warm beneath the cool surface. He nibbled at the small padded rise of her belly before tracing a path to her full, heavy breasts. She was so tall he had to pull her forward to reach the rosy, swollen peaks.

  Running his lower teeth over the hard bud of her nipple, he smiled when she arched her back, offering herself to him with a gasp. He switched to the other breast and sucked it into his mouth, kneaded it with his tongue. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  He kissed his way back down, licking in some places, biting at others. As he got lower, he bent and laved his way toward the narrow strip of curls. The position wasn’t working. He needed better access. Throwing her over his shoulder, he smacked her adorable ass as he rolled and lowered her to the mattress, knocking off her fuck-me heels. “Come over here where I can explore every inch of you.”

  She squealed loudly and laughed. “If you insist.”

  Her hair spread in a small but wild, kinky fan on the white sheets. All she needed was feathered wings sprouting from her back and she’d look like a Victoria’s Secret model. His eyes couldn’t get their fill. He wanted to climb on and fuck her until his eyes crossed, but then he wouldn’t be able to see all of her.

  Kneeling on the mattress, Ash picked up one of her slender feet and began to massage it lightly. He stroked each of her toes. “Nice polish,” he said, taking in the shocking pink shade.

  “It matches the flowers on the dress I brought to wear tomorrow.”

  He couldn’t resist licking the arch of her foot, then sucking her big toe deep into his mouth. Locking his gaze onto hers, he kissed her instep, then her ankle. With the tip of his tongue, he traced a meandering path up her calf and shin.

  Bree giggled when his fingers brushed against the softness behind her knee. The giggle deepened as he nipped the flesh of her inner thigh. The throaty laugh hit him in the groin, making his cock jump. This slow exploration would be the death of him.

  Continuing to lave her skin, he followed the scent of her desire. He inhaled deeply. She was so ready for him, and he had yet to touch her moist lips. With one hand, he spread her labia, opening her to his tongue. She was so wet already; he lapped up the juices before flicking the tip of his tongue over her bright red clit.

  Bree jumped. “Oh, yes, please. More.”

  Planting his lips over her nub, he sucked and flicked, sucked and flicked. Her breaths grew rapid. She whimpered. “You’re going to make me come.”

  “Do it.”

  He slid two fingers inside her and listened to her purr. She rocked against him, her hands grabbing his hair and holding him in place. He continued to thrust his fingers deep, to stroke her with his tongue, feeling her tense as she grew close. Her hips bucked, her pussy grabbed his fingers, and she cried out in wordless pleasure.

  He stilled, allowing her to ride out the waves of her orgasm, his own need coming to a head. Ash kissed her inner thigh, then rose find his travel kit with his necessities like toothbrush and condoms. “I should have thought of this first.” Grabbing a string of foil packets, he tore off the first and tossed the rest on the nightstand.

  Bree’s eyes followed his hand to his cock when he rolled on the rubber and he had trouble keeping it still under her gaze. He wanted to stroke it, hear her praise it, but mostly he wanted to fuck her. The stroking and praising of his ego could come later. Their second time. As he lay over her, she framed his face with her hands and gave him a hard kiss.

  “I love the smell of me on you.” She licked the tip of his nose and grabbed his hips. “I need something hard and hot inside me. Now.”

  Her legs opened to him and with one hand, she guided him into place. He didn’t wait for more encouragement. Thrusting deep, he went all in with one stroke, pausing to keep from coming too soon.

  Bree moaned with a deliciously sexy grin. Her eyelids closed and she licked her lower lip. “That feels so good.” Her words were a deep purr that made his balls tighten.

  When he felt he had a bit of control again, he pulled out slowly, savoring the feel of her silky, warm opening swallowing him. Damn, she fit him like a glove. A tight, fucking sexy glove. He couldn’t get enough of the feel of being deep inside her. He pumped harder, faster, trying to get deeper each time. Trying to satisfy the growing hunger that wouldn’t be sated if they made love all night.

  And they might make love all night, if he had his way. However, he had something to finish first. Placing her legs on his shoulders, he tipped up her hips and thrust once, twice more against her moist walls before his balls tightened and he exploded.

  His eyes squinted. His mind shut down. His hips shook. He finally exhaled long and loud, letting his head fall.

  Bree’s hands relaxed from their tight grip of his ass, and she stroked his cheeks and lower back. “Fuck, that was so much better than I thought it would be.” Her eyelids popped open. “Wait, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t know it could be that good.”

  Ash wasn’t going to admit how her comment had hit him. “No kidding. Why did we wai
t so long?” Climbing off the bed, he disposed of the condom and headed to the bathroom for a damp washcloth.

  “Um, maybe because you never asked me out?”

  He washed himself quickly in the sink. “You could have asked me out.”

  She was lying on her side, her head propped on her hand, but rolled to her back when he approached. “I’m always afraid guys will say yes out of pity if I ask them out. They don’t want to hurt my feelings by turning me down.”

  “You, a pity date? Not fuckin’ likely. I thought you were seeing someone.” He ran the washcloth over her thighs and pussy. She was still pink and swollen, ready for him. Tossing the cooling cloth on the carpet, he traced his fingertips over the curve of her hip, the long, firm muscles of her thigh.

  “I was seeing someone. Then I wasn’t. Then I was.” She exhaled in a sigh. “That feels good.”

  He’d reached the soft skin behind her knee. “Yeah, it does. So, your relationships don’t last?”

  She looked away, suddenly finding the curtains very interesting. “I wouldn’t call them relationships. Maybe fuck buddies I hoped would be as good out of bed as in it.”

  He flinched at the thought of her fucking other guys, although he’d just watched her do it and had gotten so hard he thought he’d cream his pants. He wanted to claim her, but didn’t have the right. Yet.

  Massaging her calves, he asked, “So what does it take to be good out of bed?”

  “You know, the usual.”

  “Flowers and chocolates? Dinners at Le Petite Baguette?”

  Bree laughed. “No, not necessarily. Be real. Be yourself. Be interested in me out of bed.”

  He looked up at her, trying to read her expression. “How can they not be? I’d think they’d want to show you off.”

  “That’s flattering, but not romantic. That’s a guy thing. Which would you prefer…that a girl introduced you as an amazing fuck or the hottest new video game artist?”

  He thought about it for a few seconds, then grinned. “You’re right. It’s a guy thing.”

  Her laugh bounced off the far wall, rich and sweet. “I’ll remember that when you meet my friends.”

  His chest tightened at that. She was thinking of seeing him again. Even after he’d asked her to strip for his buds. All his blood went south, making him hard again. Fuck, it was going to be uncomfortable to work with her again on Monday.

  Bree continued to lie on the white sheet, totally relaxed in her nakedness. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He wanted to memorize the rise and fall of her tightly toned muscles. Then learn them all in Braille. He placed the flat of his hand on her stomach, savoring the smooth warmth. “So soft. So beautiful.”

  Moving up, he found her breast and traced the lower curve. It rose and fell with her breaths, which had begun to grow shallower. She watched his forefinger draw around her rosy areola. Her skin puckered at his touch. Leaning down, he let his tongue follow the same path his finger had, then flicked her hard nipple. He rubbed his teeth over it and her gasp bounced off his cock. “If you keep that up, I’ll be fucking you before I’m ready.”

  “If you keep that up, I’ll come the minute your cock slides inside me.”

  “I want to take it slow this time. Find out what makes you scream.” He sucked her breast, flattening her nipple on the roof of his mouth.

  “Ahhh,” she moaned. “That’s a good start.”

  Her eyelids fluttered, her head rolling on the pillow. He released her nipple, ran his tongue over the heavy swell and tasted the sweat on her skin. She was so smooth, so warm beneath his touch. Would she complain if he spent the night just trailing his fingertips over her skin? He couldn’t get enough of her. Bree. Finally naked and in bed with him.

  His cock throbbed at the thought. This was better than a wet dream and he didn’t want to wake from it.

  She wriggled beneath him, reminding him of the job at hand. Bringing her pleasure in as many ways as he could. “I got lost in your body. Sorry.”

  “I’ll be happy to give you a road map.”

  “I think I can follow the signs. Like the way your belly quivers when I circle your navel. How your breath quickens. The muscles here tighten when I stroke closer to those curls. It’s like an arrow on a one-way sign. ‘Touch me here.’”

  Her hips shifted, raising her pelvis to him. He slid down her side and knelt between her legs. He loved that she didn’t complain about the lamp being on, or try to hide herself from him. She’d raised her arms to frame her head on the pillow and spread her legs, leaving herself open to his demands. Her confidence was so fucking sexy.

  He let his hand run down the silken skin of her inner thigh, smiling at the slight quiver of her leg when he brushed her swollen labia. Her erotic scent reached him, feeding his need for her. She was as ready as he was. He pressed his thumb to her swollen clit as he drove fingers inside her. She moaned and rolled with him. Thinking ahead, he grabbed another condom and readied himself before continuing to build her desire.

  Ash watched her face while stroking her insides. Watched the slight smile when he hit a certain spot. Almost came when her tongue slipped out and traced her lips. He couldn’t wait any longer. Her hands clenched his hips as he entered her, her fingertips digging into him almost painfully. The pain dulled as his focus shifted.

  Leaning his weight on his arms, he stretched over her. He needed to kiss her. He found her mouth, thrust his tongue inside with the rhythm of his hips. Her tongue met his and tangoed passionately. He moaned, and she answered with the same.

  Her cries rose in pitch. His moans deepened. He was so close, but held back. Her legs wrapped around his back, making his thrusts deeper into her heat. She swelled and tightened around him, hot liquid spilling down his balls. She gasped and rocked her hips once, hard. He continued to move, carrying her as far as she would go before finally giving in to the pressure in his cock.

  He groaned with release, his vision growing dark. He dropped to his elbows. Sweat rolled down his face and dripped onto Bree. “Sorry about that.”

  Rolling to one side, he grabbed the sheet and wiped the dampness from her brow. “You seem to light a fire under me.”

  “It didn’t take much of a spark.”

  Ash lay back and pulled her to rest on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around her. “Yeah, the chemistry alone is combustible. You wore me out.”

  She yawned in answer. He wriggled to grab the blankets and pulled them up. Bree snuggled in closer to him with a sigh.

  Chapter Four

  Bree was afraid to look at her reflection in the bathroom mirror when they stumbled out of bed in the morning. Her eyes burned from the lack of sleep. Her thighs felt like spaghetti. She’d either ridden Ash or clutched him close with her legs for the last half of the night, until they’d passed out in exhaustion.

  Ash mumbled something when he squeezed past her to pee while she tested the water temperature in the shower. She slapped his ass. “Aren’t you the cheerful one.”

  “You should talk. Have you seen your hair?”

  She pushed the matted mess away from her face, not wanting to see exactly what had parts of it glued together. Her styling gel didn’t dry that hard. “You should be thanking me, smart ass.” She stepped under the spray and let it soak her hair. The hot water felt like heaven on her stiff muscles.

  “I’ll thank you, all right.” He followed her into the small space and picked up her shower gel. Squeezing some into his hands, he rubbed them together before working on Bree’s front.

  He stroked her shoulders, and down each arm, then moved to her breasts. Taking his time, he toyed with her nipples, plucking them to hardness. Her breasts swelled with the attention. Bree leaned into him, relaxing into the slow, easy movements of his hands. The tension from holding various positions late into the night washed away the longer he worked. “I’m going limp,” she admitted with a sigh. “I can’t stand here much longer.”

  “We need to wake you up.” His touch became more focused, strok
ing her labia before splitting them to find her clit. He teased her there, then slid his finger through the slick juices her body created. “Damn, you are ready to go.”

  “You’ve been heating me up, what can I say?”

  “Say you want more of this.” He thrust two fingers inside her.

  Bree rocked into the sudden fullness, moaning softly. He knew just where to touch, just how to twist his fingers to bring her instant pleasure. Why had she waited so long to fuck Ash? Oh, yeah, it could be he never showed interest before.

  Her thighs began to tremble as the knot inside her tightened. “I’m going to come,” she warned.

  Ash nudged her legs apart and entered her from behind. “Not without me. Oh, shit, wait. Condom.”

  “No, don’t wait. Please. I need this now.”

  “There are some on the counter. It won’t take a minute.”

  The gust of cold air when he opened the glass door sent shivers over her heated skin. “Hurry before the hot water runs out.”

  He reappeared in the fog and pressed his cool skin against her back. “This is a fancy hotel, it probably has enough water heaters. Now, where was I? Right about here, I think.” He rubbed his cock between her cheeks, then down lower where she wanted to feel him. He entered slowly, teasingly, and gathered

  The angle of his thrusts brought his cock in contact with her sensitive inner hot spot and she cried out in delight. It wouldn’t take much for her to climax; his touch instantly brought her to the edge. “Yes, more please. Fuck me hard. Harder.”

  He did, holding her body against his, lifting her with each thrust. His arms tightened. His finger pressed hard against her clit. She shattered around him and felt him shudder against her back.

  * * *

  Bree sprayed a third coating of the helmet-strength hairspray she’d brought with her, ensuring the sleek, elegant hairdo would remain in place throughout the wedding and reception. With her hair up, glasses on instead of her contacts, and a more natural application of makeup, she was pretty sure the guys wouldn’t recognize her as the stripper from the night before.