by LJ Baker
"Lexi," I whispered, failing at my attempt to sound confident.
"Mmm, I like that. Listen, babe, I gotta get back for the next set but I wanna see you later." He leaned in, millimeters from my lips and continued. "Come play with me," he whispered against my lips as he placed something in my hand. My mouth hung open as he walked away.
I looked down at the item clutched in my fingers. It was a hotel room key stamped with the logo from the place across the street. A stripper wanted me to meet him. At a hotel. I motioned to the bartender for another shot, shocked. I was in totally uncharted territory.
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I slid back into my seat next to Kat just in time to see Sam walk out onto the stage dressed as a fireman, swinging a long hose between his legs. I tried not to look. I didn't need to be further tempted by everything he had to offer, but I couldn't keep my eyes off him.
I wonder what Sebastian would look like half naked, dancing on that stage.
I blinked my eyes a few times, dragging myself back to reality.
Whoa, where did that come from? Get a grip Lexi.
I was actually considering going over to that hotel for random stranger sex with some stripper. Not to mention I was fantasizing about seeing another guy naked I not only just met, but threw myself at a day ago.
What is happening to me?
"You okay?" Kat yelled above the music into my ear.
I considered lying to her, but she would know. I pulled out the key card and handed it to Kat.
"Wow. Where did you get that?" She eyed me curiously.
I glanced over to Sam up on the stage, finishing his act with some fire props that had all the ladies screaming in delight.
"Oh. My. God. The stripper? Are you serious?" Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She held the card up like it was the last golden ticket and Willy Wonka was standing up on the stage.
I was sure Sam caught on to what was happening, because he broke out into a dazzling smile and winked at me.
Again, I was thankful for the low lights. I didn't think I had blushed as much in my whole life as I had that week. The alcohol didn't help the situation, bringing a stinging heat to my cheeks. Jamie and Becca shot us funny looks, clearly not wanting to miss any gossip.
"Keep it down, please," I begged. "I don't want everyone knowing."
"You're going to go, right? I mean, you have to go. He's so totally hot ,and you haven't been with anyone since Marcus." She was literally bouncing in her seat with excitement, and if she hadn't been dating my brother, I would have suggested she take the card herself.
"I don't know, Kat. I don't think it's a good idea." Even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. The truth was, I was actually considering going. She was right. He was totally hot, and I could use a little fun, but still I hesitated. Hooking up with random guys was just not something I did.
"Come on," she demanded, pulling me up and toward the bathroom.
"This really isn't necessary," I insisted, once the door closed behind us.
"Oh, but I think it is. Listen, hon, I know this has been a crappy year for you, but maybe it's time for a change. If you do the same thing over and over, you will get the same result. It's time to try something new. Do something different, starting with fucking that hot ass stripper."
I looked in the mirror and took a breath. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time for me to make some changes, take some risks. She handed me back the card key that was still in her hand.
"Anyway, I'm so jealous, so you have to go. I need to live vicariously through you for some dirty, stripper sex," she said, giving me one of those signature Katarina looks that told me she knew she was only millimeters away from breaking through my frigid wall of denial and self-doubt.
I shoved the card into my purse, just in case. "I guess I can think about it."
Kat touched up our makeup, and we headed back into the thumping music. I thought about hiding in the bathroom for a while. The thought of one more perfect specimen of man taking his clothes off and body rolling his way across the stage was too much. My body wanted more, regardless of what my mind thought was right.
We watched the rest of the show without incident, thankfully, and hung out in our little VIP section, drinking and laughing. The alcohol calmed my nerves as the music blared through the space and everyone started to dance. I lost myself to the feelings and shut off my mind. Legs moved, arms swayed, the beat of the music was my guide. It was the most alive I'd felt in longer than I could remember and I liked it. I wanted more.
Antonio brushed up against me as he squeezed by to clear empty glasses and drop off new drinks. The innocent touch set my skin on fire. Rationally, I wanted to fight the feelings and stay safely in my comfort zone, but my rational side was losing the battle. I had needs that couldn't be satisfied by my brain. Other parts of my body were grabbing the reins and taking over.
I grabbed Jamie by the arm and pulled her close so she would hear me above the music. "Don't be mad, but I'm gonna head out early."
"After that hangover, I'm surprised you made it this long," she yelled into my ear. "Feel better. I'm going to need you tomorrow!"
I pulled her into a hug and squeezed tight. Then grabbed my purse and waved at the other girls. I winked at Kat and flashed the card to let her know I made up my mind.
Oh my God. I'm actually doing this.
I stopped by the bar for one last shot of tequila. Too much alcohol would land me in the same situation as the night before, but not enough and I was afraid I'd get in my car and drive straight home. That last shot was just the right amount, so I made my way across the street. I stopped at my car to toss in my purse, only taking the card key with me and tried to ignore the butterflies doing back flips of Olympic training proportion in my stomach.
CHAPTER SIX
As I went up the elevator, my courage waivered and I wished I'd taken another shot or two. The room number on the card key was at the end of the hall. I forced my feet down the carpeted floor one step at a time, trying not to turn and run for it.
I took a deep breath as I approached the door. I can do this, I told myself. I started to put the card into the door, but froze. My hand refused to comply and I was ready to escape. Panic shot through my body like a lightning bolt. When the door slowly creaked open from the inside, I almost turned and ran.
"Come in," was all he said, welcoming me into the dark room.
I took a step back, thoughts raced through my mind. I tried to quiet them. This wasn't a big deal and I needed to stop making it one. I wasn't about to be led to slaughter. I was going to get naked and have a great time with a hot guy. I knew he wasn't going to stand there and wait all night. I just needed to take a step.
Just. One. Step.
I took a deep breath and walked into the room, leaving my inner coward in the hallway. The only light came from the moon shining through the curtains. It was dim, but enough to make out his outline.
Once inside the room, he pushed the door shut and immediately spun me around to face the door. We stood there in silence just inside the room for several minutes, neither of us moving. The only sound I heard was breathing and the pounding of my heart.
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound was deafening and I was sure he could hear it, or at least feel it, through my back. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect next. One night stands weren't exactly a hobby of mine. Just when I worked up the courage to speak, a soft piece of silky fabric settled over my eyes and was tied in place.
Arms at my sides, I stood there, still clutching the card key. He was so close that I could feel the energy charged between us. His hot breath on my skin sent chills down my spine in a crazy shiver-hot paradox.
With his hands on my waist, he gently turned me around to face him. Hot breath brushed my cheek and I wanted to reach up to feel his lips on mine. Before I had the opportunity to act, he brought his hands up to my shoulders and slid them slowly down my arms, until he reached my wrists.
He brought my arm
s up to face level, bent at the elbows, and pushed me back against the cold metal door. He paused and stepped back from me. I imagined him standing there, looking over me, and deciding on his next move.
He took a step forward, only an inch or two from me, enough to feel his breath once again. The air rushed from my lungs as fear and excitement overwhelmed me. I had no idea what he was about to do, but the anticipation was torture as he held me captive against the door.
"Sam, I..." I tried to speak, but he released one arm to bring his thick finger up to my mouth.
He trailed that same finger past my lips, down my neck, and chest to the apex of my dress. After he released my other hand, he reached behind me and pulled the zipper of my dress down, inch by torturous inch. His hands moved back up to my shoulders before slowly pushing the thin straps over them and down my arms. The dress fell to the floor, leaving me standing there in only my bra and panties. I shivered, but not because the room was cold.
He took a step back and I could no longer feel his warmth beside me. I imagined him standing there assessing me with his eyes. It made me feel bare, even more bare than I already felt standing there in my underwear. I thought about reaching out, to see where he went, what he was doing. I opened my mouth to speak, figuring that even if he stopped me like before, he would be touching me and my whole body screamed out for that touch.
Long moments passed, the only sound in the room was my breathing and the fast thumping of my heart. I felt the backs of his knuckles brush over the strap of my bra and down the fabric over one breast. My breasts swelled and pulled the material taut as his hand grazed over the delicate lace. The thin material was a hindrance, making me wish I hadn't bothered to wear it. He repeated the process on the other side, only briefly letting his fingers move over each nipple for just a bit of what they so desperately craved.
When I thought I might just take the bra off myself, he reached around, easily unclasping and pushing it down my arms, letting it fall to the floor. My first instinct was to clamp my arms over my breasts to cover myself, but before I could move my hands, he had them pinned back up against the cold door.
"No," he growled, his voice low in this throat, heavy with need.
He was breathing faster now, the heat of his breath against my neck, scalding my bare flesh. Leaning in closer, he took my bottom lip between his teeth, biting it just enough to sting, then swirled his tongue over it, erasing the pain, leaving me wanting more. I leaned forward as he pulled back, wanting more, but he moved just out of my reach. Even though I couldn't see him, I sensed that he was enjoying teasing me. I however, was about ready to scream with frustration. I did not want to play that game anymore.
I needed more.
As if he sensed my desperate need, or could no longer wait himself, he brought his mouth down hard on mine, crushing my lips against his. His tongue swirled against mine and explored my mouth, before backing out to nibble at my lip. I moaned in soft protest.
He rested his forehead against mine, his breathing fast and hot, and waited, for who knew what. I started to worry that he was having second thoughts, or that he didn't want me as much as he thought.
What was I doing?
He was a stranger. A guy from a club. I came to his hotel room for one reason. Sex. People did it all the time, so it shouldn't be such a big deal, and I wanted it. Sure, I was conflicted about the whole thing, and still, scared as hell, but I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want him to change his mind.
I leaned forward and pulled his lip into my mouth, coaxing him to continue. He exhaled a sharp breath and slammed his body into mine, taking over my mouth with his. Our tongues moving against each other sent sensations traveling down my body, settling down low, between my legs.
His mouth traveled lower and nibbled along my neck, as he pulled my arms up over my head, grasping them with one hand, leaving the other available to roam. His free hand danced down my arm, tickling past my ribs and over my belly. Thick, rough fingers grazed along the band of my panties, sliding ever so slightly under, then back out.
I sucked in a breath, trying to flood my over-stimulated brain with oxygen, before absently holding my breath once again. His hand skimmed over one breast with the back of his hand, and he captured my nipple between his knuckles. My back arched away from the door and I gasped as he tugged and twisted.
"Breathe," he whispered against my ear, and I released a breath that I hadn't even realized I was holding. But it didn't matter, oxygen was not what I needed at that moment.
He trailed his lips from the hollow behind my ear, down my neck, coming to rest on my breast where he ran his tongue over one nipple, sending shivers down to my toes. Gently, he sucked the hard nub into his mouth, grazing over it with his teeth softly at first then hard enough to make me whimper in delicious pain.
Moving down my body, he squatted in front of me and slid my panties down one inch at a time. I wiggled my hips, trying to move him along, but he stopped and held me steady, waiting for me to stop squirming before he dropped them to the ground and allowed me to step out of them.
Before I had a chance to think, he was back up in front of me, and had me flipped around with my face pressed into the door. He ran his fingers down my back and over my ass, cupping it in his hand as he rubbed his thumb back and forth over the quickly forming goosebumps.
Alternating between hot kisses and nibbling, he moved from the nape of my neck, up to my ear. At the same time, his fingers drifted further down, reaching between my thighs and dipped into my wetness for one brief tease. My head swirled with dizziness. My breathing was quick and ragged. For a moment, it was almost too much.
Still facing the door, it was impossible to anticipate his next move. After a pause, his hand once again slid down past my ass, finding my swollen clit throbbing under his touch. He circled it a few times with his thumb, spreading my slippery juices, then slid two thick fingers inside me. My legs shook and threatened to give out beneath me as he continued to work his magic. I could feel that familiar rising inside me that told me I couldn't hold off much longer. Just when I was about to spiral into orgasm, he slid his fingers out of me and let them glide back up my ass. I moaned in protest.
"Please, don't stop." My voice was barely above a whisper, breathless and needy.
Without a response, he turned me around to face him once again. I heard him shrug out of his pants and toss them away. The anticipation had my heart amped up so fast, that I could feel it vibrating throughout my body.
He slipped his hands around my ass and lifted me off the floor with my back resting against the cold door. My legs wrapped around his waist and I nestled myself against him. With one strong arm, he held me in place as he ripped the corner of a little packet with his teeth, and reached down to slip on a condom. Not being able to see heightened my other senses. Every smell, sound, or touch, were all amplified and oversensitive.
I knew exactly what was about to happen, and for one brief moment, panic flashed through me. I'd never had sex with a complete stranger before. Even though I took the hotel key, came over on my own accord, and let him strip, kiss, and tease me, the thought of actual sex was just more real. I couldn't deny that I wanted it as much as he did, maybe more, but the fear still pushed its way to the front of my mind and tried to take over. I pulled at the blindfold over my eyes, thinking that maybe if I could see him, it would put my mind at ease.
His hand closed over mine. "Don't."
I conceded, letting my hand fall to his shoulder. He paused a moment, took a deep breath, then positioned himself just outside my opening. When he didn't go further, I pushed my hips forward, trying to urge him in, but he eased back, not allowing me more. I couldn't take it. I needed him inside me.
"Please," I begged.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, hesitant.
"Yes." I nodded and dug my nails into his shoulders, trying to pull him in.
With that, he slowly pushed his thick head inside, holding very still for a moment before sliding in comp
letely. His length filled me entirely, maybe even a little too much. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, draping both arms around his neck, letting my hands grip his short hair tightly.
He fell into a steady rhythm, and I savored each slow pull back before he slammed in deep. With each thrust, he pushed me hard into the door, making a loud thud as I held onto his arms for support. Being held up against the door in that position, I was a passive participant. He had all the control over how fast, slow, soft, hard, or even how much, he would give me. He seemed to know exactly what I needed, yet took pleasure in the tease.
Slipping one hand down my belly, he found my clit, still throbbing, aching from his earlier attention, and circled it with his thumb. Each rotation of his finger brought me closer and closer to the edge. Just when I thought I was about to tip over, he moved his hand away and reached up to tug at my sensitive nipples. I tried to speak my protest, but he covered my mouth with his, quieting me with his tongue.
He shifted me a bit and pulled my ass slightly away from the door, making all the difference in the world. At the new angle, my muscles squeezed around him with a sensation unlike any I'd ever felt before. It only took a few thrusts before my breath quickened and caught in my throat as the world dissolved around me. I sagged in his arms, grateful for the support as my body clenched around him. A moment later, his thick crown swelled and released as he shuddered against me. He held me tightly and rested his head along my chest, trying to catch his breath, our hearts both pounding against each other.
After several minutes passed, and his breathing slowed to a more normal pace, he kissed my forehead sweetly. My legs were still wrapped around him with my back pinned to the door. I was pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to move, even if I wasn't propped up like that. He then carried me over to the bed, still inside me, and laid me gently down on the rough hotel bedspread, sliding out of me as he let go.
I could hear him moving around, getting dressed I supposed. The blindfold was still over my eyes but I was no longer eager to remove it. I knew I should probably take it off and find my clothes as well, but I just sat there, not ready to see him finished with me. I wanted this to happen. I practically begged him for it, but sitting there in the cold reality of what happened, I just felt cheap.