Year of the Scorpio: Part One

by Stacy Gail

  “Dash, what the hell—”

  “We’ve already done our bit for charity by showing up and greeting our hostess.” I paused to get my bearings, then headed around the empty reception desk to a frosted glass door marked The Cigar Lounge. “As far as I’m concerned, we can do whatever we want until dinner is served, and what I want to do is steal some alone time with you. Any objections?”

  His slow, sexy smile made my toes curl. “Can’t think of one.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  It was gloomy inside the deserted cigar lounge, but thanks to lights tucked under shelves of liquor behind the antique English pub-style mahogany bar, the details of the smallish, wood-paneled room were easily visible. Aside from the hobnail-studded upholstered barstools, the only chairs in the deserted room were overstuffed leather club chairs with rolled armrests and tufted high backs, giving the appearance that the room was filled with thrones fit for a king. Most of the furnishings were covered in protective plastic, as the rock wall at the far end of the room was being refaced around what looked to be a newly-installed fireplace. The air held just a hint of the acrid bite of cigar smoke, adding an edge to the dim atmosphere that already had me tingling in anticipation.

  “Hold on a sec.” Setting aside his water bottle, Polo turned back to the door and twisted the heavy deadbolt lock. The sound of the bolt sliding home had my heart tumbling like an acrobat. “Don’t want any interruptions, now do we?”

  “No.” The rest of what I was going to say was swallowed by his kiss as he turned back to me in one fluid move. His arms came around me hard, lifting me an inch or so off the floor even as he moved deeper into the room. Then we were going down as he sank into one of the few chairs not covered in plastic, and all the while his mouth never left mine. Settling in across his lap, I curled my arms around his strong neck and luxuriated in the taste and feel of him until the rest of the world faded away.

  Aww, yeah. Making out with the man who could melt my panties with just a glance was so much more fun than ballet.

  “I love how you kiss me.” His hand slid up the side of my neck to cradle the curve of my jaw, holding me in place while he looked through the dimness straight into my eyes. “Like you want to devour me. Like you can’t get enough of me. Even in my wildest fantasies about you, I never imagined your kisses could turn me inside-out.”

  The confession knocked the breath out of me. “You fantasized about me?”

  His nod was faint, but it was still enough to make me feel as though I’d swallowed sunshine. “From the first moment you burst into my world and held a gun on me, you’ve been the only light in my life. Just thinking about you kept the darkness at bay.” He pressed his fingertips into my scalp to once again bring my mouth to his. The unbearable tenderness of it, even after he broke off, echoed inside until it nearly crushed me with its sweetness. “From the beginning you’ve been the shield that’s held off my demons. You’re louder than them. Stronger than them. Better than them. You keep me from becoming one of them.” For a moment his grip tightened, bordering on painful, while he nuzzled his face against mine. “You’ll never know how important you are to me, Fearless. Never.”

  “Polo.” So touched not just by the words, but by the raw emotion behind them, my eyes burned with a wet warmth I didn’t want him to see. So I kissed him again, this time moving my hand down his chest to his abdomen, where my own body blocked me from going any farther. The increasingly hard bulge of his cock pressed against my thigh, and I wiggled around in his lap to tease both him and myself. “Ooh, hello there. What’s this I feel?”

  “You know damn well what.” The tightening of his muscles gave me the only warning I had before I was suddenly airborne. He’d lifted me completely off his lap to reposition me so that my knees sank into the chair’s padding on either side of his hips. Those amazing hands of his worked my dress up my legs until it rode high at the tops of my thighs. “Yeah, that’s the position I’m talking about. When you’re on my lap, I want you riding me just like this, cowgirl.”

  “I don’t know how I feel about this.” The eager breathlessness in my voice belied my words, and I couldn’t keep from smiling down into his upturned face. “My dress is going to get all wrinkled if we stay like this for long.”

  “Then I’ll just have to be quick.”

  “Doesn’t sound like much fun for me,” I began, then caught my breath as his fingers caressed a path under the dress’s material to my bottom, left bare by the no-seam thong I wore. Those fingers dug in, rocking me against that outstanding bulge, and I helped by rolling my hips experimentally. “Wow, you really go from zero to sixty in about a second, don’t you? I’m so impressed.”

  “It’s what always happens whenever I’m with you—I hear your voice or I see you smile, and suddenly I’m harder than fucking marble. Can’t believe you’re just now beginning to realize that.”

  “Forgive me.” The curl of hunger deep in my belly made my breath quiver, and I squirmed a bit until I had that increasing mass behind his zipper right at the juncture of my thighs. Ah. Perfect. “I’m kind of slow about some things. In the future I’ll try to do better.”

  “You can do better...by doing me.” There was laughter in his voice, such a delightful rarity to hear, and it enchanted me almost as much as the hands massaging the cheeks of my ass. Then he took my mouth with his, just as he rocked his hips up to rub against me in a way that made me gasp. His mouth caught it, and his lips curled against mine in a smile of pure masculine arrogance. “My beautiful Fearless likes that, yeah? Show me how much you like it.”

  “You’re still wanting that lap dance, aren’t you?” Excitement raced through me even as he continued to rock against my most vulnerable point, and suddenly this seemed like the most natural place in the world to see how far we could take things. “I thought the woman was the one who did most of the work during lap dances.”

  “There aren’t any set-in-stone rules.” His breathing was shallowing out, and his eyes grew heavy-lidded as he watched me grind against him, chasing an elusive pleasure we both wanted. “Though if you feel like taking over, baby, be my guest.”

  “Don’t mind if I do.” In all honesty, I wasn’t sure I knew what I was doing; I’d only seen a couple of lap dances done, and those were in movies. But I was motivated. I wanted to become whatever fantasy he’d ever had of me, and maybe even surpass it. His pleasure was all I cared about, so with that in mind it was easy to smile even as I ground my hips against him. “Just one thing. There’s usually a rule about looking, but not touching, during a lap dance, yes?”

  He nodded, his smoldering eyes aglow with a seductive mix of lust and longing as they moved covetously over me. “Yeah.”

  “Forget that rule. Touch me all you want, Polo.”

  And with that, I began.

  Bracing my hands on the back of the chair, I looked right into his eyes as I executed a few hip circles first one way, then the other. I licked his lips with the tip of my tongue before I rose up on my knees so that the valley of my breasts brushed his face before executing what I hoped wasn’t a too-awkward chest roll.

  A sharp breath escaped him at the contact. “Fuck.”

  Okay. Maybe I wasn’t too awkward, after all.

  “Remember, baby—you can touch whatever you want, whenever you want.” I arched back invitingly, bringing my hands up over my breasts before pushing them together to create a not-too-shabby cleavage that his gaze zeroed in on like a champ. “Unless, you don’t see anything you like...?”

  “You’ve got to be out of your damn mind to even say such a thing.” He bent his head so that he could run his tongue along the scented line of my breasts. That wet, hungry caress made me shiver before he nuzzled his face against me. “I’m going to put you on that pole in Heaven and you’re going to do a striptease for me, beautiful—but only when we’re alone, and only for me. No one else gets to see your beauty. Your sexy ass is for my eyes alone.”

  God, I loved the possessiveness in his tone.
“Sounds like fun.”

  “Hell, yeah it does.” His hands came up to replace mine, squeezing the sensitive flesh of my breasts. Once again he leaned in to lick at them, and he surprised a gasp out of me when I felt the scrape of his teeth.

  “Careful.”

  “I’m always careful with my treasure.” I felt him smile against my skin a moment before he tugged at the edge of the dress’s halter-style bodice. “This is in my way.”

  I hesitated. “Someone could come in.”

  “I locked the door. Get rid of it, Dasha. Let me see you.”

  My hands were obeying him before I consciously told them to do so, reaching toward the nape of my neck for the sturdy hook that held the dress’s halter top together. When the two gold pieces of fabric fell away to expose my naked torso to his heated eyes, it was the greatest relief in the world.

  “Dasha.” My name was nothing more than a low growl, and I’d never heard anything more arousing. He’d seen me like this several times now, but that didn’t matter. Every time he made me feel like I was some kind of miraculous, never-before-seen wonder of the world. I arched back, basking in the gift of feeling sexy and desired.

  “Yes, my Polo?” I raised my hands to my hair to push it away from my face, deliberately flaunting my breasts. “You like what you see?”

  “Jesus, baby. You’re so fucking hot you take my breath away.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.” I smiled through a shiver, because he took my breath away as well. I wanted to make him feel as sexy and desired as he made me feel, wanted him to know that to me, he was the hottest man alive. I turned that need into action and rocked my body, from my hips to my shoulders, in a ceaseless wave of sinuous movement, rising up on my knees to offer myself to him. My head fell back as I moved, my eyes closing to better focus on wherever I came into contact with him.

  Damn, this was hotter than even I’d expected.

  A low groan escaped him even as his hands claimed my breasts, restlessly kneading them before his greedy mouth came to capture one taut nipple. The suction of it was hard enough to make me cry out softly, and every nerve I had suddenly zoomed to that one place while wet heat bloomed with sweet achiness in my cleft.

  “I love your mouth on me.” The words tumbled out all on their own while my fingers tightened on the thick hair gathered in a band at his nape, urging him closer. “I love your everything on me.”

  “Prove it. “ His breath caressed along my skin as his lips trailed to my other breast to give it the same devouring treatment. “Grind your sweet pussy into my cock, beautiful. Show me what a real lap dance is.”

  That was all the encouragement I needed to sink back down onto his lap. With a total lack of inhibition I rocked the juncture of my thighs against him, trying to alleviate the needy hunger gnawing deep in my belly. His cock was unbelievably hard now, and that urgent stiffness thrilled me because it was just what I needed to fill the unbearable emptiness inside me. In my mind I could already feel his thrusts, expanding my interior walls while shivery pleasure pulsed and pulsed and pulsed...

  God help me, if I didn’t get him inside me soon I was going to lose my mind.

  “Too many barriers keeping me from being inside you where I belong.” With his mind obviously on the same wavelength as mine, his mouth came up to plunder mine, his tongue invading my mouth in a lusty mimicry of what his cock needed to do with me. A moment later he broke off, gripped me by the hips and bodily lifted me to my feet, so that I stood between his knees. “Give me your panties, Dasha. Take them off for me nice and slow.”

  “I think I like it when you get bossy.” I shook with excitement as his words echoed through me. A little devil made me turn my back to him as I bent low to give him a perfect view of my ass as I gathered the hem of my skirt and slowly inched it up the length of my legs. Wild feminine triumph made my head spin dizzily when his hands claimed the swell of my ass, squeezing me there with hard, hungry fingers. “But I was thinking... maybe you’d like to do the honors yourself?”

  “Fuck, yeah, I want to do that. Unwrapping my favorite present is always my idea of a good time.”

  My laugh trailed off on a shallow breath when his hands invaded under the skirt I now had bunched up at my hips. His fingers slid up my thighs to my sex, veiled in flimsy material.

  “Soaking wet,” he breathed, and the excitement thrumming through his voice made my pulse stumble. “Love that so much, Dash. I love knowing I make you hot.”

  “You do.” My ability to speak vanished when he curled his fingers around the thong and slowly pulled the wisp of lingerie down my legs.

  “Step out, beautiful.”

  Wordlessly I did so, so engulfed with a rush of anticipation and desire that it was almost suffocating. I turned back to face him, dropping my dress back in place so I could lean one hand on the top of the throne-like chair while the other went to his chest, arching so that my breast brushed against his cheek.

  I heard his teeth click together as he clenched them. “Fuck, Dasha.”

  “I’ve never done a lap dance before,” I said, and it was no louder than a whisper. I was so breathless I didn’t have the strength for anything louder. “You’re going to have to help me out here, sweetheart. I don’t know how to finish it.”

  “You finish it by letting me fuck you until I either split you in half or you scream for mercy.” With an economy of movement he had a condom out and was working the front of his pants. I hitched my dress up before bracing my knee on the seat cushion beside him as he pulled his cock out, fiercely rigid and dark with hot blood, and rolled the condom in place. My eyes couldn’t seem to look away from that stiffened flesh, so perfect and beautiful when it was inside me...

  Then he gripped my hips, pulling me completely astride him, my legs positioned so that they draped over the chair’s armrests on either side of him, while my hands gripped the back of the chair behind his head. The hands that guided me to the wide, dark head of his cock abruptly pulled me down, and a husky cry erupted from me as I was magnificently impaled on that throbbing shaft. I felt every ridge and bump as I absorbed him, and I bore down all the harder to make sure I had all of him inside me.

  “Part of me.” I heard the words whispered out of me without conscious thought, but I didn’t care. I was too busy riding his thick length, raising myself up and dropping down again so that I could have that carnal sensation of being filled by him again and again. “God, I love it when you become a part of me.”

  “Faster.” His voice was rough, savage. Unrecognizable. I adored the sound of it. “Faster, Dasha. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...”

  His hands had slipped down to my ass. He gripped my cheeks hard and moved me, bouncing me wildly on his lap, and with each violent impact he went deeper, hitting that spot that made me moan even as it brought tears to my eyes. Heaven help me, I loved it hard like this.

  Feverishly my fingers dug into the back of the chair, looking for leverage as I pulled myself up and down on his cock, my intimate tissues wet and throbbing as the burgeoning pleasure tightened to near-painful levels. A sheen of sweat slicked my skin as I strained for more—more friction, more power, more sensation—and I reveled in the feel of my breasts bouncing with every slam of our bodies coming together.

  Pounding, retreating, thrusting, ebbing... the wild rhythm of it shook my world, and I couldn’t stop the wanton sounds that were jostled out of me with each frantic, erotic impact.

  This wasn’t lovemaking, or even sex.

  This was hardcore, down and dirty fucking.

  And it was fabulous.

  I was losing my grip on reality, slipping further away with each bounce. And as it faded, a deep, warm glow deep in my stomach took its place. The deliciously intoxicating sensation of an orgasm trembling on the verge of release flooded my body, my mind, my everything, and I didn’t even try to hold it back or prolong the moment. I wanted it. I wanted to be shattered. I never wanted it to end.

  Then it hit me. The ecstasy...oh God, the ecs
tasy. The purity of it obliterated the world. It was insanity and freedom, a spectacular mindlessness that swallowed me whole, and I reveled in every bone-melting second of it. In those moments that lasted forever, I became convinced that I was put on this earth for this moment—to find this man and fuck him so hard that it became my purpose in life. Now that I’d achieved it, I had found my nirvana, my reason for being.

  It was my truest definition of happiness, and I wanted to hold onto it forever.

  I was nowhere near coming down when Polo surged furiously into my depths, his groans of tortured pleasure music to my ears. I took him, all of him, rocking hard to meet his thrusts, and as he pounded into me one last time I gloried in how the fierce tension broke in his body to leave him looking as beautifully ravaged as I felt.

  “That’s got to be the best action Castlemont Country Club has ever seen.” My arms came to wrap around his shoulders while his face came to rest in the curve of my neck. “Far better, anyway, than the entertainment Tiffany Stoddard-Fanning set up in the salon, anyway.”

  “Hell, yeah.” Looking both relaxed and utterly sated, Polo raised his head to search my face with warm, smiling eyes. “I don’t even know what entertainment we’re missing, but I know there’s nothing on this earth that could compete with what we just did.”

  “Not even watching some culturally acceptable ballet duet thingy with real professional dancers?”

  A lazy laugh rumbled deep in his chest before his arms came around me like bands of living steel. “No way would I be interested in watching some stick of a chick twirling around on her toes when I could be fucking you.”

  That was Polo in a nutshell. “I don’t know, you could be missing out. That stick of a chick might be a hottie.”

  “There’s no woman hotter than you.” The seriousness of his tone made me retreat just far enough to search his eyes, only to find they matched his tone. “From the moment I met you, there’s never been anyone who could come close to you, Dash. Not in my eyes.”