by Nana Malone
Was this part of a game? A part of him didn't care. This was different. He knew her. Knew how she wanted him. Knew her body. Was it possible to die of lust? It might be, because right now all the vital blood flow required for bodily functioning was in his dick.
She turned around, her ass gyrating close to his face, and God, he wanted to kiss those soft pale globes, lean over and lick every inch presented, from clit to forbidden hole. Or better yet, slide into her deep and spank her as he imagined her shocked expression.
He gripped the edge of his seat and held on tight, his hips involuntarily rising. She wiggled her ass and put her hands over his, lowering herself to grind on his dick, and he forgot everything about spanking her.
He wanted to thank her. Shit, he was ready to beg. The moment she danced on his dick, he moaned. Serena laid back, her head resting next to his, and he wanted to kiss her. Wanted to make her as hot as she was making him.
She slid her ass over the denim-clad length of his erection, popping her ass just enough to make his eyes cross. Fuck. The tingling in his spine told him he could come like this, from watching her. But to have her this close and not be able to touch her, he was ready, desperate.
And then she tipped forward. Instinctively, to protect her, his hand snapped out and gripped her hips. Her head whipped around, and their eyes locked. He saw confusion there. She didn't think you'd recognize her. She really thought he wouldn't know her body? The way she moved? She slid down into a modified split with her gaze still on his, and one of his hands released her and smoothed over her ass. He whispered. "Naughty, Serena."
Tyson was on the precipice of crazy by the time he reached Serena's office. His blood boiled as he curled his hands into fists by his side, smoke flaring out of his nostrils. He pushed the door open and saw Serena leaning over her desk, still in her burlesque costume and mask.
With a gasp, she turned around and faced him. Her beautiful eyes widened as he sauntered over to her. Tyson saw her hard swallow. Her pink, lush mouth parted.
He hauled her close so their faces were a mere inch apart. "You tricked me." He kept his voice low, the fury and confusion biting against the reins of his control.
"I said it was a show. It was a show," she said, looking at him, eyes wild.
Tyson tightened his grip on her, but not too tight as to hurt her. "You know damn well what I'm talking about."
"Tyson," She whispered.
"Everyone saw you," he muttered through clenched teeth.
"I wanted you to see me."
"I saw you all right. So did every other guy in there," Tyson growled. He watched, anger pouring from his pores as her mouth parted, as if she was about to say something. He never gave her the chance to speak because he dipped his head and kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips, coaxing hers to open. They both groaned when he stroked his tongue along the roof of her mouth. He pressed his body into hers and relished the tiny shiver she rewarded him with.
He pushed her against her desk and wrapped his arms around her waist, trapping her against him as he devoured her. Their moans and sounds pierced the deafening silence. He parted her legs to accommodate his big body. He tore his mouth from hers before pressing hot, wet kisses all over her neck and jaw. His cock pulsed against her, seeking her heat.
Serena whimpered in disappointment when he broke away, removing any direct stimulation to her clit. Kissing and licking his way down to her breasts, before burying his face between them. With every flick of his tongue on her nipple, her back bowed.
Serena panted beneath him, mewling when he tugged her shorts down. As he took one pebbled nipple in his mouth, her fingers glided into his hair, pulling him closer.
Tyson released her then mumbled against her flesh, "Why do you smell so fucking good?" Sucking her deep once more, he gently grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh. Tyson released her nipple with a loud pop then kissed down before burying his face between her legs. Jesus he wanted to taste pretty pink folds.
Serena arched her back. With his thumbs, he parted the delicate flesh before licking softly. Serena didn't protest as he slid a leg over his shoulder, but her eyes fixated where he used his tongue expertly. When he hooked his fingers into her thong and ripped, she gasped.
Their gazes locked as he licked her, branded her. Soft mewling sounds escaped from her lips when he sucked her clit, parting her legs to give him easier access.
His body shook with need, and he dipped his head and tongued her slick, wet folds again, first latching on to that bundle of nerves before sliding his tongue down to tongue fuck her.
"Tyson!" Serena screamed as her hips rose. "Please!"
"What do you want?" he moaned. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."
"I—I need your tongue on my clit. To press it. Tease it. More."
"I can do more." Tyson went back to her clit, gently teasing with his teeth, licking, sucking, until she was writhing under him, her legs shaking.
"So fucking sweet," he growled, and thrust his tongue inside her. He could do this all fucking night. When Serena cried out, he groaned in satisfaction as her inner walls clamped around his tongue. With one more flick, she came, holding tight onto his shoulders. He held her steady as she lifted her hips to his mouth, grinding herself against his lips.
Letting her go, he lapped up her juices while working his buckle. "You’re gorgeous when you come."
"Tyson. Hurry." She begged. Her clit peeked out of her wet folds, and he wanted to taste her again. To make her come until she passed out.
When she started to close her legs, he stopped her. "No, don't." He held her thighs wide, keeping her open to him. He released one of her legs and gripped his dick, then stroked against her folds, teasing her clit with his pulsing cock. Her breath caught, her body shook violently, and he sank deep.
Her eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open. Shit. Fuck. He withdrew to the tip and slid home again. Tyson took her hand, intertwined their fingers then slid a hand down to her clit. Their eyes locked on each other’s as he made love to her.
"Fuck," he whispered.
Without warning, he pushed harder inside her, and she gasped. Serena's back arched as she met him thrust for thrust. Tyson parted her legs farther, taking more from her as he increased the pace. Her soft moans filled the room as his fingers dug into her waist, holding her in place, "I love how you feel around my cock."
Their sounds mingled as she gripped the edge of the desk, holding on tightly as she threw her head back.
"Yes, Tyson. Yes. Right there," she cried as his hands glided up and cupped her breasts. She moaned softly and offered herself to him. Tyson leaned forward to suck on her.
"So fucking tight."
"Tyson," she moaned, his name a plea on her lips.
He could feel every fucking quiver of her inner walls clamp around his cock. She came hard, yelling his name as he thrust.
"You drove me fucking mad with your costume," he whispered, still throbbing inside her.
Tyson scooped her up, walking them toward the wall to press her against it. He didn't break the kiss, merely picking her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He didn't stop, never giving her the chance to get used to his size. Merely gave her all of himself, from his love to the raw desire coursing through him.
He gripped her ass tight as he sank into her. Would he leave marks on her pale skin? The near feral, desperate part of him wanted to mark her claim her for everyone to see. Shuddering as her inner walls clamped around him, he traced his finger over the pucker of her ass.
“You like this, Serena? You like when I touch you like this? The way no one else has ever touched you?”
“Tyson. Oh—“
As gently as he could, he pushed the tip of his finger inside. With her mouth open on a silent scream, she buried her face in the hollow of his neck, her inner walls convulsing around his thick length as another her orgasm hit her. Lightning wrapped around his spine, then lit him up from the inside. He came, violently f
illing her, their bodies fused permanently.
17
Serena panted as she rode another aftershock wave. Tyson's cock twitched inside her, and she shivered. The delicious buzzing taking her over again. Jesus. If she'd known it could feel like this, then she'd have danced for him ages ago. Could have saved them all that back and forth.
He cursed low as another shudder rolled through the both of them. His hand squeezed her breast, and he kissed her neck as he jerked inside her, cursing softly.
She wasn't sure how long they stood like that, against the wall, him gripping her ass and her breast, his pants down at his ankles and her naked. But then he released her and slowly pulled out. The motion triggered another orgasm, and her inner walls squeezed around him.
"Holy fuck, Serena." He sank deep inside her again, and she cried out. The sweat dripped off their foreheads, and both of them stared into the other's eyes.
He wasn't happy. His body, however, was. She saw the turmoil, the anger. When he finally pulled away from her, he hissed. Angry or not, Ty defaulted to looking after her. Yanking his pants and boxers off, he stalked into the bathroom and brought her a washcloth. Gently he wiped her clean, his gaze intent on her. When he was done with her, he cleaned himself off and dragged his boxers and jeans back on.
He didn't say a word.
He was really pissed. She found the sweats she'd packed and threw them on quickly, and then scrunched her hair up into a ponytail before she could face him again. "You want to tell me why you're so pissed off?"
"You want to know why I'm pissed? You mean you weren't fucking down there?"
Serena folded her arms. "I was there. I was also here. After what we just did, how can you be mad at me?"
Tyson ran his hands through his hair. "Newsflash, sweetheart, I always want to fuck you. You breathe and I want to fuck you. Not difficult."
Oh. Well then."Then what's the—?"
"I swear to God, if you ask me what the fucking problem is, I will lose my shit."
She spread her arms. "Well, I don't fucking know. I thought that was good, you seemed to like it. So much so you couldn't wait to get up here."
"You were stripping, Serena!"
Her brows snapped down. "I was dancing. For you."
His brows drew up, and he threw up his hands. "Oh really, then what would you call that thing you did on the pole and that shit with you and me in the audience? That was you ‘dancing’ for me?"
"I was dancing, Ty. It was a show. A dance show. I didn't take anything off. I was clothed until you got a hold of me up here."
"That's fucking semantics. You were dancing like you were having sex."
"Yeah, it's suggestive. Kind of the point."
He vibrated with anger. "Serena, do you know that every man in there wanted a piece of you? I know what they were thinking. I know what they wanted, because all I could think about was fucking getting my hands on you. Can you see how that would be a problem for me?"
Jealous. He was jealous? "Tyson, they were there as invitees of the other girls. This was a closed performance. Just an opportunity to show off what we've learned in class, that's all. It's not like I've shown my body—" She stopped herself and crossed her arms. "What's the real problem, Tyson? That other men were watching me? Or that I'm not quite the same Serena? That I'm busting out of my shell a little? That you can't control me?"
"There was nothing wrong with the old you. And I don't want to control you."
She stared at him. "Tyson, I walked around like I was hiding. My body. My personality. I like busting out. I want to do more of it. You want me to be the same girl. You think you can make me that again. You can't."
"The fuck I do."
"Might I remind you that you didn't start to notice me until I upped my game. Changed the wardrobe. Wore the stilettos and started to dance. You can't have me as the sister type and want to be with me. Sooner or later you're going to have to realize I don't need taking care of. I can't be little Serena all the time. I can be in control of my life. I don't need you looking over me." And there it was, the conflict in his eyes. He didn't want to want her. "You realize I own this place, right? That I don't own a nightclub like we tell everyone? That I own a strip club? Yeah, there's a nightclub, and it's a bar, but women and men take their clothes off here. They dance and get paid very fucking well. Ty, you realize I'm grown up. Or do you think I'm going to get tired of this and stop someday?"
He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Not the worse idea you've ever had."
Shit. She knew the next words out of her mouth might rip the only man she'd ever loved out of her arms. "So that's what you want? For me to quit and go do what? Run a CPA firm?"
He threw his hands up. "What would be so wrong with that?"
"For starters, I'd be bored stiff. This wasn't the plan maybe, but I'm happy. You're going to have to come to terms that this is who I am. I'm changing and evolving. I'm not that same twenty-year-old that needed you and X to protect me. I'm standing on my own two feet. I'm going to change. You have to see that." Or could he? And was she ready to walk away from him if he didn't?
Tyson's heart slammed against his ribs. "Why do you have to change? You were perfect—"
"Perfect? Are you fucking kidding me? Tyson, I had no life. I was invisible. I’ve been busting my ass to make this business work. Me and my friends had a great idea, and we're making it thrive. Why can't you be happy for me?"
She didn't understand. "I am happy for you, but I just wish—" He couldn't find the right words.
"You'd be happier if I was happy doing something else. If I let you dictate my life."
"No, of course not, but, Serena, I was there when Aidan fucked you up. I couldn't do anything to stop it. I tried my best with all the other shit going on, but you were so fragile. All I wanted to do was take care of you." He paced. "And I've done that, been there when you needed me. But then everything started to change. The clothes, the dancing. At first I was happy that you were doing it again, I remember how much you loved it, but this… Serena this isn't you."
"Tyson, I own a strip club. It's my life."
"You can own something else."
Her chin tipped up. "You realize you can't control me, right? That shit won't work for me anymore. I've had a dose of that. I'm not into it. If I want to do a burlesque dance, then I'll do a burlesque dance, and you have to deal with it. If you want to be with me."
"Why does everything have to fucking change? We had a rhythm. Dinner on Wednesday, dance Thursday, movie Friday, see you at work Monday. But now you're late for things, and you've got these new friends… The Serena I know is disappearing."
"The Serena you knew was a shell of her former self. Why don't you remember what I was like before Aidan? I was fun and adventurous."
She'd been impetuous and he'd loved her from afar. He just needed her to be what he knew. She hadn't needed him then. "I just—You were supposed to stay the same. You were the one constant."
"I think you like me better when I need you."
He scowled. "What’s wrong with that?"
"That makes me the girl that Aidan broke. I'm not that girl anymore. And you have to figure out if you can deal with that." She slipped her feet into her tennis shoes. "I'll give you some time to do that."
All Tyson could do was watch as his heart ripped out of his chest and walked away.
18
Serena wiped her nose with the back of her hand and ignored Cara's outstretched tissue. "I don't know what happened. I mean, everything was fine. Next thing I know, he's saying he liked me better when I was mousy and shy and didn't go get what I wanted."
Micha nodded on the video chat. "Honey. It's okay. It'll be okay."
Cara seconded that. "You did such a good job at the showcase. He’s finding it hard to reconcile reconciling the two versions of you. It can be difficult, especially since he sees you one way and is used to that."
"What Cara said," Micha agreed.
Serena took the tissue and swiped
at her tears. "I mean, one second he was all over me and it was...good. Really, really good." She shivered as she recalled the way he'd pinned her with his gaze and sunk deep into her with a low curse. His muttered dirty talk as he'd fucked her slow, then losing control as he'd screwed her into the wall.
Micha nodded. "Honey, he's conflicted."
"And, sweetie, you were hot. He can’t deal," Cara said as she took a swig of wine and passed it back to Serena.
"Yeah, but what do I do, you guys? It's not like I want to go back to the way things were. I like the new me. I finally feel a little like I did before Aidan. Alive, you know? With an unpredictable future."
Micha's fiancé, Caleb, popped into view. "Hi, Serena."
She tried for a smile. "Hey, cousin-to-be."
"Just a guy's opinion, but do nothing. He'll come around. Sometimes we can take a minute to see the error of our ways. You just act like everything is cool. Even better, move on with your shit. He'll get it."
"So do nothing? Is that how you ended up with Micha?"
He shook his head. "No. I chased her down and hogtied her to me. She was the one running. But I'm a guy, so I understand the male psyche. It'll be okay." He shrugged. "Just a guy's opinion."
He scooted out of camera view, and Cara stared. "Micha, that's your fiancé? Holy shit."
Her cousin smirked. "Pretty, isn't he?"
"Pretty fucking hot," Cara snorted.
Serena rolled her eyes. "Yeah, as hot as Caleb is, can I get some better advice than do nothing? No offense, Caleb."
From somewhere in the distance he shouted, "None taken."
"Micha, Cara, please? Some plan-C type of action?"
Cara chewed her lip. "Uh..."
Micha, never one to mince words, said, "Usually I like to tell you how right I am. And usually I like to give Caleb shit. But this time, I think we need to wait him out. His world has been rocked with all the turmoil in his life. He wants you to stay the same because it's convenient. He has to realize that love isn't convenient. There's nothing you can do to make him realize this. You've done your work. Now he just has to come around."