Spend the Night with Me

by Amber Skyze

  “What can I say, Liam did something for me.” She sat again. There was no denying the instant attraction. He was smart and funny. He made her feel relaxed and that was important to her.

  “I can tell. I haven’t seen that sparkle in your eyes in a long time. I think that’s what scares me the most.”

  Brooke turned to Paige. “Because I’m happy?”

  “No, sweetie. I want nothing more than to see you happy. Shit, we’ve been pushing you to get out there and date. I think you know there’s more to your feelings for Liam than just sex.”

  Brooke shook her head. “It’s purely for mutual satisfaction. Nothing more.”

  Deep down she started to wonder if they were right. Was she feeling something for Liam already? She couldn’t possibly be. They’d only known each other a few days. Love didn’t grow that quickly.

  Love. Did she use the word love? Now they were scaring her. Brooke did not do love.

  “I have to go. Can I get the key to the room?” She stood in a panic. Was she making the right decision? She’d go to the room and see. She didn’t want to doubt herself. They were making her think twice and she didn’t like it.

  Kim reached in the drawer and pulled out the key to her room. “Go have fun tonight. Don’t overthink any of this, Brooke. Liam is a great guy.”

  Brooke nodded. “I know.”

  She accepted the key from her friend and rushed out of Kim’s office. Damn Paige. Why did she have to put a negative spin on the situation? Brooke was a grown woman. She could have sex with a younger man if she wanted—and she did want.

  Walking over to the elevator, she decided she wasn’t going to let them ruin her night. She was going to have sex and lots of it. Pleasure was the name of the game tonight.

  The room was more than she expected. When she stepped over the threshold she immediately saw the stripper pole. She walked over and ran a finger down the cool metal.

  She wondered what it was like to swing around the pole. She tossed her purse and key card on the coffee table. Maybe she’d try it out. She wrapped her fingers around the pole and let her body fall back and swing sideways. She did this a few times, trying to get the gist of it.

  Jumping, she latched on and wrapped her legs around the pole. Her head hung back and she slid slowly down.

  She probably looked foolish and nothing like the professionals, but that didn’t matter. The end result would be amazing sex.

  It was kinda weird to see a stripper pole in the sitting room. Who was she to question it? Freedom Fantasies wasn’t the norm and neither was her situation.

  Dying to know what else awaited her, she walked into the bedroom. She stopped short when she saw the swing hanging from the ceiling. It was bolted perfectly centered over the bed.

  Her knees grew weak. Would she be able to dangle from it? Would they be able to have sex on that contraption? She wasn’t sure, but she was more than willing to find out.

  The phone in the room rang, startling her.

  “Who the hell could this be?” She lifted the receiver. “Hello.”

  “We’re sorry, Brooke.”

  It was Kim.

  “Don’t worry. I know you guys don’t mean any harm. I know you’re looking out for my best interests.” And she did. She just wished they’d chosen a better time to corner her. She was having enough anxiety about the night without them adding to it. She glanced at the swing as Kim continued apologizing.

  “Hey,” she interrupted. “Have you ever used one of these swings?”

  “As a matter of fact…no,” she confessed. “But it’s a huge hit with a lot of my clients.”

  Brooke didn’t know if she should be disappointed that Kim hadn’t used it or relieved.

  “It looks kinda scary. Has anyone ever gotten hurt using it?”

  “Not that I’m aware of.”

  “Cool.” She didn’t need an injury from sex.

  “Hey, there’s tubes of chocolate in the nightstand drawer. I figured you’d prefer chocolate to wax.”

  “Wonderful.” She grew hot just thinking about using it on Liam.

  “So are we good?”

  “Yeah, we’re good,” she reassured her friend. She wanted to finish inspecting the room and go back down to the bar. She needed a stiff drink after the stress they’d laid on her.

  “Have lots of fun tonight.”

  “Oh I intend to.” Brooke hung up the phone and headed to the cabinet. When she opened the door she sucked in a breath.

  “Holy crap!” She hadn’t seen so many adult toys in one place before—or in one cabinet to be exact. “I guess I’m missing out on a whole other world.”

  She picked up the neon orange vibrator.

  “All the stimulation you’ll need,” the package read. She replaced it on the shelf and picked up another package.

  “The hummer. Guaranteed to rock your world.” She wasn’t as quick to put the butt plug back. She turned it over a few times. She’d never had anything inserted in her ass, so she was a virgin to anal play. That didn’t mean she’d never been curious about it. It wasn’t something Carl had ever wanted to try. Every time she brought up the idea of anal stimulation he got all weirded out. He acted like anal play was only for gay people, but Brooke knew better. She’d read about women using butt plugs all the time. She knew from experience that when his balls slapped against her hole it made her hornier. She wanted to know what it felt like to be filled there. Maybe that would change tonight. Maybe Liam would like to delve into the unknown with her.

  She was putting the plug back in its resting spot when there was a knock at the door.

  “For crying out loud. Can’t you guys just leave me alone?” she screamed as she stormed to the door. She swung it opened to find Liam leaning against the frame.

  “I can if you want.”

  “Oh God, I’m so sorry. I thought you were…oh never mind. Come in.”

  She ushered him into the room.

  “Wow, a stripper pole. Are you going to perform for me?”

  He looked hopeful as she closed the door.

  “Maybe, but I was hoping you’d perform for me.”

  “You’re joking, right?”

  Biting her lower lip, she shook her head no.

  “I can’t swing from a pole.”

  She didn’t expect him to swing from the pole, but she would like him to strip for her, like those exotic dancers did. She’d been to a few bachelorette parties. She had no doubts Liam could move the way they did.

  “I don’t want you to swing from the pole. Maybe a lap dance?”

  He smiled.

  “I’ll be more than happy to give you a lap dance.” He scooped her up in his arms. “I’d do just about anything for you if you ask nicely.”

  A lump caught in her throat as he spoke the words. She was suddenly feeling overwhelmed. The need to run from the room became overpowering. She wanted to push out of his arms and rush out of there.

  Squeezing her eyes shut, she counted to ten in her mind. Thoughts of fleeing began to subside. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and smiled at Liam.

  If he saw fear on her face he didn’t let it deter him. He pressed his lips against hers and kissed. The tension she felt started to melt away as his soft lips caressed hers. His tongue slipped through her barrier, searching to fulfill a desire. A need. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let all the lust she felt earlier flow into him.

  They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms kissing for the next five minutes. Finally he released her and looked her in the eyes.

  “I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to some fun tonight.”

  The fear washed away and she smiled. “Me too. Me too.”

  Her emotions were in overdrive. She looked forward to the fun they were about to have, but she feared the feelings she was having for him. She wasn’t supposed to fall in love. This was supposed to only be hot sex. She had no business falling in love with him. Falling in love was she crazy. She couldn’t be fall
ing in love. No, this is all about sex and sex only. She was confusing lust and desire for love.

  “So you want me to strip for you?” he asked.

  “I’d like that,” she said. Relief washed over her. If she concentrated on his stripping she could forget about these feelings creeping up inside her.

  “I think that could be arranged. Why don’t you sit right over here,” he said leading her to the chair in the corner. “Now relax and enjoy the show.”

  Butterflies filled Brooke’s stomach as she sat in the chair, she couldn’t believe he was going to perform for her. He was actually going to give her a lap dance. She watched as Liam walked casually back to the pole. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure she was still watching.

  She smiled.

  He winked before grabbing onto the pole with both hands, casually spinning around, just like a stripper would.

  Brooke giggled. This was going to be more fun than she anticipated.

  He released the pole and shook his hips.

  God he’s sexy.

  She couldn’t help but lick her lips. She wanted to taste every inch of his delicious body.

  Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he casually lifted it up, exposing his rock-hard chest. Brooke yearned to run her fingers over the ripples in his abs, but she remained seated. There would be time for that after the show.

  She leaned back and tried to get comfortable. Maybe if she relaxed she wouldn’t have the urge to join him. She wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him on the floor. Never mind that she could get rug burns. That was the furthest thing from her mind. Feeling Liam’s hard cock inside her pussy was all she could think about.

  He tugged the shirt over his head and whipped it around. He flung it in her direction. She caught it and hugged it to her chest. The smell of his cologne wafted to her nostrils. She could get used to his outdoorsy scent.

  He smiled before reaching for the button on his pants.

  “Take it off. Take it all off,” she whistled.

  Liam released the small round piece of metal from its hole and slid the zipper down. Brooke could see the bulge of his cock head sticking up out of his black boxers. She longed to cover it with her mouth and taste his semen.

  She crooked a finger and motioned him to come closer.

  He shook his head no.

  She stuck out her lower lip.

  He winked.

  His fingers hooked the belt buckle loops and pulled his pants down over his hips. He toed off his shoes. Shaking his hips, he rotated in a circle. The slacks fell ever so slowly down to his ankles. He kicked out of them, leaving him standing in his boxers, which strained under the burden of his impressive hard-on.

  “Please come over here.”

  “This is your show. Remember? This is what you wanted.”

  Damn him for wanting to please her. She wanted to give him pleasure.

  “I changed my mind. I want to do naughty things to you.”

  “We have all night to do lots of naughty stuff to each other.”

  They didn’t have all night. She wasn’t going to spend the night with him. Spending the night meant they were intimate and this was purely sexual. She wasn’t going to give in to her feelings for him. She couldn’t. They could only be about the sex, nothing more. Brooke didn’t do relationships. Not anymore.

  “Hey, where’d ya go?” He shook her shoulder.

  She looked up. Liam was standing in front of her, confused.

  “What do you mean?”

  He kneeled in front of her. “Your eyes clouded over and you seemed far away. I was talking and you weren’t hearing a word I said.”

  “I’m sorry. I…” What could she say? I was thinking about how I’m going to run out on you again? Because deep down she knew the chances of that happening again were high.

  “Is everything okay, Brooke?”

  “Yes. Everything’s fine.” She touched his cheek. “I’m fine. Now are you going to finish the show?”

  His hands were resting on her knees. “As long as you’re sure you’re fine.”

  “I’m positive.” She placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Now please hurry and get out of those boxers. I’m dying to see that hot rod of yours.”

  She smiled, hoping to convince him she was okay. He returned to his spot near the pole and began dancing again. The way he swayed his hips with his hands behind his head reminded her of the Chippendales. She’d seen them a few times. Now she had her own sexy male dancer and they couldn’t hold a flame to Liam.

  He turned his back to her and shook his ass. He had such a cute little butt. Enough to fit in her hand. His skin was soft and she loved the way it felt as she rubbed it. Slipping his boxers down over his cheeks, he wiggled again.

  She flew out of her chair to where he stood. Her hands were touching his skin. He jumped up and turned on her.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, startled.

  “Taking what I want.”

  His hands gripped her shoulders, keeping her at arm’s length.

  “So you don’t want me to perform for you any longer?”

  She shook her head no. “I want you to give me this.”

  She reached for his penis unsuccessfully.

  “What’s the hurry? You have the room for the entire night.”

  “I know, but I want you now.”

  “I want you too, but I was enjoying stripping for you. I didn’t think I would but, damn, it turned me on.”

  “I can see.” She nodded toward his hard-on. “I want to give him some release.”

  He shook his head. “You’re one dangerous lady. Do you know that?”

  She didn’t mind being called dangerous. In fact he could consider her lethal. As long as he gave her his cock, and soon.

  “So are we going to move this show to the bedroom?”

  “Why move it to the bedroom when we can do it right here?” He backed her up until she was flush with the wall. He released one of her shoulders and took his cock in his hand. “You want this?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Don’t move,” he instructed.

  She remained rooted in her spot as he dropped to his knees. He tore at the button on her jeans and hastily pulled them down to the tops of her boots.

  “Turn around,” he commanded.

  Brooke didn’t know how to feel. His voice was stern. Wasn’t this what she wanted? Him to take her right here, right now? Yes. It was thrilling having her every move demanded by him. She turned and faced the wall.

  He pushed her up against the cold surface. The chill felt good on her flushed face. His hand slipped between her legs to her drenched pussy. He slid a digit into her folds.

  “You do want this.” He rubbed her clit.

  She moaned. “God, I want you to fuck me.”

  His finger left her.

  “Liam?” She knew she sounded desperate, but fuck, he couldn’t keep her hanging like this.

  “One second,” he whispered.

  She heard him move away. Where was he going? He wasn’t leaving her, was he? She was just about to look when he returned.

  “Just needed a little something.”

  Relief filled her as she heard him open the foil package. Before long he was leaning against her, the tip of his penis pushing through her legs.

  “Sorry for making you wait,” he whispered. “I know how much you want this.”

  “I’ll punish you later for making me wait.” She winked.

  “Promise?”

  She groaned. He was more than she bargained for.

  “Please, Liam. I’ve waited long enough.” She reached down and rubbed her clit. “Or I can do it myself.” She knew it was a challenge, but damn she couldn’t wait another minute. She would have an orgasm. Whether it was from Liam or her own fingers was yet to be determined.

  “Horny?”

  “Just a tad.”

  His lips nuzzled her neck as he stepped closer.

  Hot breath assaulted her neck. Desire filled
her deep into her soul. She had too many clothes on, but she needed to be fucked. Needed to feel his cock inside her. Her clothes could come off later.

  She brushed her sweaty hair out of her face. Her cheek was pressed against the wall when he pushed against her pussy lips.

  Liam remained silent as he barged into her channel. She let out a yelp.

  “Yes, Liam. Harder. Deeper.”

  His hands rested on the wall close to her face. He thrust deeper, practically taking her off the ground. She couldn’t get enough of his cock filling her. She pressed one hand to the wall to steady herself while the other sought out her clit.

  “Do you want to be fucked hard?” he asked through clenched teeth.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Do you like pain too?” he asked, tugging on her mane.

  “God yes.” Her head was yanked back, the muscles in her neck taut. He pushed higher and harder. Deeper and faster.

  She rubbed her clit with her finger.

  “I’m going to cover your cock with my juices.”

  “That’s what I want to hear. I want to know what you’re feeling. Tell me how much you like this.”

  Brooke was never so vocal during sex in her life. She’d always been the quiet little church mouse. Excitement coursed through her veins as she told Liam exactly how she felt and what she needed.

  He removed his other hand from the walls and slapped her ass cheek.

  “Ouch,” she cried. It hadn’t hurt, it was more of a shock, but it turned her on.

  “Do it again, Liam. Smack my ass harder.”

  He did exactly that. He continued cracking her ass while filling her completely.

  “I’m so very close. I can’t hang on much longer.” And she couldn’t. The pressure from her finger rubbing her tiny pearl, along with his cock sunk deep inside her and her ass cheek on fire—she was going to shatter.

  “Let it out, Brooke. Don’t try to wait any longer. Succumb to the orgasm.” He released the hold he had on her hair.

  She did. Heat washed over every nerve ending in her body as the orgasm tore through her, racing to the heart of her pussy. She gripped his cock while her pussy clenched around him.

  “I’m going to milk you.” Her voice was raspy from the intensity of her climax. Sweat dripped down her spine. Liam’s hands held on to her hips tightly. She didn’t want these feelings to end. She wanted to ride out the climax forever.