by Lexie Ray
Jake grinned, leaning closer so he could whisper in my ear.
“That gorgeous, milk-white, perfect ass of yours,” he whispered. “Peeling that pretty little thong off of it. Licking every inch of it. Spanking it for being so naughty.”
I couldn’t help the way my body responded to Jake’s words, pressing my thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure that was building between my legs.
When he leaned back to gauge the reaction he’d had on me, I was glad about flashing my ass at him while he was on stage. We were both turning each other on.
“I think you’re up for your next set, Romeo,” I teased, lifting my chin up behind him. He turned to see Mama beckoning to him.
“We’ll have to pick up this riveting conversation later, then,” he said, looking me up and down before finishing his beer and walking over to join Mama.
I smiled as I made drinks, opened beers, and poured shots. It was a good night. Jake and I had always had a strange, almost electrically sexual without having sex relationship since we’d met for the first time about six months ago, when he first started playing gigs at Mama’s nightclub. We were at ease with each other, even as he slept with some of Mama’s girls. I didn’t mind one bit. I had never been a jealous person. It simply wasn’t worth it to try to own another human being. Jake was free to do whatever—or whomever—he wanted, and so was I.
Jake’s second set was even better than the first. The dance floor was packed with customers and girls alike, all grinding up on one another and getting sweaty. More and more girls were pairing off with customers and leading them upstairs, though it didn’t seem to empty out the dance floor any. I hoped Mama realized how much money Jake was helping the nightclub make through his awesome beats. She should really ask him to work more often.
At the end of the set, I grinned happily when Jake came back over. He practically chugged the beer I held out for him in one breath.
“Do you feel the atmosphere in here?” he said, plucking at his shirt and pulling it away from his body to maximize the airflow beneath it. When he did so, I could see glimpses of his legendary muscles.
“It’s hotter than hot,” I said, making sure he knew I wasn’t talking just about the atmosphere. “Maybe you should take that silly thing off. You’d probably be a lot more comfortable.”
“I will as soon as you take me up to a room,” he said, grinning at me and wiggling his eyebrows lecherously.
I laughed at him. “I don’t think Mama would be very happy if I absconded with her DJ in the middle of the night,” I said.
“I think you’d find Mama all too willing,” he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.
I craned my neck to see around him and was surprised to see Mama smiling at me, giving me two thumbs up. My mouth dropped open, shocked, as I focused on Jake again.
“Did you pay for the pleasure of my company?” I asked him, dumbfounded.
It was his turn to laugh at me. “I sure did,” he said. “I hope nobody noticed the boner you gave me before my second set. It was all I could do to spin with that thing. You were the only thing I could think of. I told Mama that if she wanted a set worth a damn, she’d accept my money and let me take a little break with you upstairs.”
Pleasure started to quickly replace my shock. I licked my lips and leaned toward his ear again.
“I’ll tell you a secret,” I said. “I would’ve slept with you free of charge.”
Jake smiled. “You’re worth every penny I paid,” he said. “And I wanted to abide by the rules. God help me if Mama ever finds out that I’ve tasted her girls for free.”
I laughed at that. “God would be the only one who could help you.”
I took his hand when he held it out and gracefully jumped on top of the bar before hopping down on the other side. I couldn’t help my happy, almost lovesick grin as I led him upstairs, still holding his hand. I also couldn’t help but notice several very envious stares from some of Mama’s girls.
“I think I’m getting a lot of hate for this,” he said as we climbed the stairs.
“Hate that they’re not me, that’s all,” I said. “And who can blame them?”
I couldn’t help the pounding of my heart as I got us into the first available bedroom. It was all done up in blues.
“Perfect,” he said, smiling. “Blue like Blue.”
“Let me freshen up in the bathroom for a moment,” I said automatically. It was what all of us were taught to do before servicing a customer. “You make yourself comfortable out here.”
“Right on,” Jake said, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking around the room.
I shut myself in the bathroom, turning the lights on and staring at my reflection in the mirror. Why was I so nervous? This was no different from anything that I’d done before.
As soon as I thought that, I knew I was wrong. This was different from what I’d done before. I actually liked Jake, and was shocked at the fact that he paid to sleep with me. I knew of at least three other girls he hadn’t paid for. Why hadn’t he simply absconded with me at the end of the night? Mama’s place wasn’t a prison. I could leave for the night as long as I was back in time for work the next day.
I blushed as I took my clothes off, thinking about the implications of everything. He said I was all I could think about, that I’d sent him on stage for his second set sporting an erection. The thought made me smile. Maybe Jake liked me as much as I liked him.
The lingerie set I had on tonight was a subtle green number, the shades ranging from emerald to sea foam, artfully blended across the material. The bra matched the thong. All of us girls did that. It was Mama’s preference that we looked as good under our uniforms as we did with them on.
I shook my hair out of its sloppy little bun, pleased that it fell down over my shoulders in waves. I’d had it in braids the previous night, enjoying the way my hair held onto its style from day to day. It looked like I’d just gotten out of bed. I tousled it some more, giving it additional volume.
With a practiced flick of my wrist, I opened the drawer just below the countertop and withdrew the lube. I always used it every time I had a customer, ever since Cocoa had told me that I should. It always made me think of her a little bit as I slicked myself up, which was kind of weird. She’d always looked out for me—for all of us. There were some days I missed her so much it was like a hole inside me, but then I made sure to text her as soon as I was done with work to ask her how everything was going. She’d sent me a sleek little phone, and we kept in contact on it. It was quicker and easier than writing letters, but I still maintained a veritable army of pen pals in spite of my new technology.
“Need some help with that?”
I jumped when I realized that Jake had opened the bathroom door and was watching me open the bottle of lube.
I flushed before laughing at the situation. “You’re getting a behind the scenes look of the things we girls do to prepare ourselves for you.”
“Fascinating,” Jake said, moving closer and putting his hand on my hip. “Take me through the process.”
“Well, I come in here and get down to my skivvies,” I said, smiling. “Then I make sure I’m pretty. You’re up to speed so far.”
“You don’t have to look in a mirror to know you’re pretty,” Jake said, trailing his fingers up and down my bare side. “Then what?”
“Then this,” I said, waving the bottle of lube. “Gotta be prepared for anything.”
Jake raised an eyebrow before taking the bottle from me and squeezing a dollop onto his fingers.
“Prepared for anything,” he repeated. “I like that. That should be the motto of Mama’s nightclub.”
“I’ll suggest it to her,” I deadpanned before we both laughed.
We stopped laughing when Jake slipped his fingers below the sheer, green material of my thong, his fingers wet with lube. It was such an intimate, unexpected gesture that my breath caught in my throat, especially when he found my clitoris and rubbed it wi
th the pad of his pointer finger. He looked at me the entire time he did it, maintaining eye contact. I blushed as I moaned a little bit, then moaned even louder as he teased the opening of my pussy.
His lube-slicked fingers entered me easily. I’d been wet since our flirtatious conversation downstairs at the bar. I didn’t even need the lube, I realized.
Jake backed me up against the bathroom countertop, pushing his pointer finger into my body, stroking me for a few beats before inserting his middle finger. I moaned, hooking my leg around his waist, drawing him close enough to kiss him.
Our teeth clashed in our haste to devour each other, our tongues warring for dominance. It was so good to finally do what I’d wanted to do for such a long time, whether I realized it consciously or not.
He combed his fingers through my hair as I grabbed the back of his neck, drawing him even closer. His other hand hadn’t stopped moving inside of me, and I hadn’t stopped moaning. It was too good, too wild, too raw.
“Do you remember what I told you downstairs?” he said, breaking the kiss and panting against my neck before dragging his tongue up to just below my ear.
“You told me lots of things downstairs,” I said, holding onto his enormous biceps for all that I was worth.
“I told you I was going to take that pretty thong off of you and worship that perfect ass,” he said, which was all the warning I got before he pulled his fingers out and flipped me around so I was facing the mirror, staring at my flushed cheeks and heavily lidded eyes.
“Oh, that,” I said innocently, grinning at his reflection. “I do remember you saying something to that effect.”
He met my eyes and smiled before dropping to his knees behind me. He worked his fingers beneath either side of my thong and inched it down my body, making sure the tiny scrap of fabric rubbed my skin all the way down to my ankles. The simple touch of the thong all the way down my legs was electric, making me even hornier.
Jake handled my ass roughly, jiggling my cheeks before slapping one of them experimentally. The sharp sting sent me forward, gasping, against the countertop. I was stunned at the spread of warmth the spank left in its wake, even more taken aback by my body’s reaction to it. That was hot—fucking hot. I wanted more.
I pushed my hips out, wiggling my butt right in Jake’s face. He laughed.
“I can tell you liked that without you having to say a single word,” he said, spanking me again. The light pain made my considerable pleasure even sweeter, especially when Jake leaned forward and started planting kisses on every inch of the spreading warmth. He slipped his still lubed up fingers between my cheeks, the slickness allowing him to glide up and down between them. The sensations were incredibly erotic, driving strange groans from my throat. It was even sexier to have to look at myself in the mirror, unable to see Jake’s face behind me, forced to confront myself and the actions that turned me on more than anyone in the past.
There came a point, I guessed, when Jake couldn’t wait a second longer. He stood up hurriedly and withdrew his hard cock from his pants. He grabbed me around my middle and entered my pussy from behind, driving himself in with such fury that I screamed. It was pure passion, unfettered mutual attraction, an ease and comfort of being together that made everything even more arousing.
He thrust in and out, kissing me across my shoulders, fondling my breasts through my bra. We locked eyes in the mirror and neither of us could look away. Each of our breaths was one. Every time I moaned, he gave an answering sound.
It could have been a million years or maybe just a handful of minutes. Time slowed and sped up simultaneously. We moved in a perfect rhythm, staring at each other in the mirror. When we came together, our cries echoed in the bathroom. We were so loud, so explosive that I would’ve been surprised if they didn’t hear us down on the nightclub floor, music playing or not.
We panted, my knees feeling weak in my afterglow, and Jake rested his forehead on my back. He was still inside of me, which I found I really liked.
“That was amazing,” he said finally, looking back up and locking eyes with my reflection.
I smiled at him. “Shame we didn’t make use of that perfectly good bed,” I said.
“I think we can still make use of that perfectly good bed,” Jake said, slipping out of my pussy and turning me around. I helped him undress, rubbing each and every one of his muscles as they were revealed, tracing the outline of an eagle tattooed over his heart.
“Who’s this for?” I teased before helping him out of his pants. I was pleased to find that he didn’t have chicken legs, like so many other built guys. Why ignore a solid half of your body if you were already at the gym for the other half to begin with? Jake’s legs were just as muscular as his arms and torso.
“That’s to remind myself to be free with my heart,” he said, grinning. “Or something. I change the explanation every time someone asks me what it means.”
“And is that often, Mr. Fraser?” I asked, raising my eyebrows mockingly. “I should hope that you would only take your shirt off for me.”
“From now on, only for you,” he grinned. He unfastened my bra so easily that I had to laugh. He’d obviously had a lot of practice with this sort of thing.
I jumped up, wrapping my legs around me so he could carry me. He adjusted me briefly and impaled me on his rapidly hardening cock. I groaned as it finished its transformation inside of me, stretching the walls of my pussy.
He carried me carefully, sheathed in my body, to the bed, lying down on his back and keeping me on top, still inside of me.
“I can’t believe you’re already hard again,” I said, rocking on top of him.
“It’s the easiest thing in the world as long as you have the right person in front of you,” he said, grinning up at me lazily and hefting my breasts, pushing them against my chest and stroking the sensitive, responsive skin over my nipples.
I rolled my hips, tossing my head and enjoying the feel of him inside me. I stopped suddenly, thinking of something.
“Um, Jake?” I squeaked. “How long do you think we’ve been at this?”
“I dunno,” he said, shrugging his powerful shoulders. “Are we on the clock, or what?”
“It’s usually as long as it takes,” I said, “but you are the night’s attraction.”
Jake laughed. “I set the system to play music until I got back,” he said. “And Mama told me to take as long as I needed to get you out of my system.”
I started moving again, relaxing. “She wants you to focus on your set,” I said. “To give people a good show.”
“I’m getting a good show right now,” he said, thrusting upward as I moved. He struck a sweet, sweet chord inside of me, and I stopped worrying about everything.
We fucked over every surface of that room, in every position that suited us. The last orgasm I had, I came sobbing, stimulated beyond belief, fighting to hold onto what little sanity I still possessed.
After we finally parted, panting on the floor, Jake looked over at me.
“That was the best workout I’ve ever had,” he said, his face sweetly sincere.
I snorted. “I’m glad a gym full of sweaty men and a rack of weights can’t hold a candle to me,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
He swatted at me playfully. “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he said.
We showered comfortably together, soaping up each other’s backs like lifelong lovers. I wasn’t sure how long we’d been locked in the room together, but Mama raised her eyebrows at both of us when we traipsed down the stairs, hand in hand.
“Think I should pay her extra for the third and fourth orgasms?” Jake asked, grinning rakishly.
“I think you should get your fine ass back on stage and do what you were hired to do,” I said, giving him a peck on the lips before going back behind the bar.
“Oh my God,” Shimmy said, sidling up as Jake started his third set. “Everyone hates you right now.”
“Believe me, I would hate m
e, too, if I weren’t me,” I said, unable to tone down my happy grin one iota.
“You must give me details after we close,” Shimmy said, her hips swaying to Jake’s sultry beats. “It is a requirement, not a request.”
“I’ll tell it to everyone as a bedtime story,” I joked, grabbing a handful of beers and opening them before positioning them on a tray for her.
“You look like you’re in love,” Shimmy said accusatorially before marching the tray of booze across the floor.
I patted my cheeks, which hadn’t lost their flush. Maybe it was just hot in the club. I pulled my hair back again and knotted it at the nape of my neck, then fanned my hands in front of my face.
“Looks like you got burned by the fire,” Daisy observed, handing me a ticket.
“Burned so good,” I retorted good-naturedly, pouring a concoction of liquor and mixers in the shaker before shaking it like a maraca, dancing up and down the bar in the meantime.
“You’d better spill every single thing after close,” Daisy said.
I poured the concoction into two glasses and placed them on the tray for her.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I already promised Shimmy the same thing.”
I watched Daisy carry the tray carefully across the floor before gazing up at Jake. He was spinning, in the middle of blending two songs together before shifting to a third, but he looked up all the same, locking eyes with me.
I flushed and grinned, and he returned the look. He executed the shift masterfully, powering into a song that everyone in the club knew and loved, but I knew his mind wasn’t on his set. It was on what we’d just finished doing upstairs. It was all I could think about, too.
“You look happy.”
Pumpkin’s softly worded observation drew me back to the task at hand. I smiled at her sweetness and took her drink ticket.
“You know that game everyone played in school—seven minutes in heaven?” I asked as I set out five shot glasses on the bar.
“Yeah,” she said. “But I was always too shy to play.”
“I never played, either,” I said, thinking back on my tumultuous formative years and shaking my head. “But I just spent a solid two hours in heaven.”