by Alexis Angel
“I’m Derek.” His lips quirk up in a sexy as fuck smirk when he says it, like he has some kind of secret I don’t know.
“Well, Derek,” I say, “it looks like you know how to have a good time.”
He looks behind him at the wild party going on, then turns back and gives me a heated stare.
“I know what I like.”
My nipples tighten under the thin fabric of my costume like that comment was directed straight at me. I reach out and run a finger down his arm. Damn, he’s built. Those arms are like tree trunks. “I like a man who knows what he likes. What he wants.”
I whisper the last part, leaving my lips parted as I invite him in with a shift of my feet, bringing me barely closer into his space. But still close enough to feel the ragged breath he sucks in when I hook a finger in his waistband.
“So, about that dance. You interested?” I run my other hand over his chest and down his stomach, feeling every ridge of his abs as I go. Shit, this man has a fucking hot body. And I’m certain he knows how to use it. No cumming in his pants for this guy.
Nope. I just know he could fuck me all night long and still have the stamina to go some more.
“Maybe,” he replies, but the gleam in his eye tells me he’s totally feeling me. Just as much as I’m feeling him. And am I ever feeling him.
I sidle up closer, my finger still hooked in his pants as I press my tits against his chest, loving how it feels as I shift a little to rub and stimulate my nipples. A small moan slips from my lips before I can help it.
I might normally do something like that to make a guy think he turns me on, but I am turned on. So fucking horny. This is going to be the easiest job ever. One I would almost do for free.
I tilt my head back and lick my lips, my mouth inches from his. “Just maybe? Because from where I’m standing it feels a whole lot bigger than maybe.”
I press my hips toward his, and goddamn. The man is huge.
“Not just a whole lot bigger, baby.” That sexy smirk crosses his mouth again. “The biggest.”
I almost whimper with need. But I remind myself I’m a professional. No sex. I’ll give him the best dance of his life, but I can’t go there.
Glancing over his shoulder at his friends who are practically living the phrase rock out with your cock out, I arch a brow. “You sure about that?” I can’t resist teasing him. “Your friends over there look like they might have a bigger interest in me than you do.”
Derek chuckles and grips my hips, rubbing his straining cock against my aching pussy. “No doubt in my mind. Definitely the biggest.” He says it like he means it. Like there’s no cock measuring going on between these guys. Like he’s all power and virile strength. Like he has the biggest cock of them all. From what I can tell by the way he’s pressing against me, he’s not wrong.
“So I see,” I murmur.
He lets me go and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a fat wad of bills. Holy shit.
“Sapphire,” he drawls, “I want the most outrageously priced private dance available. The sexiest, dirtiest, most obscenely expensive dance ever. Ever. And I want you to do it.”
He takes another swig of Cristal, then peels bill after hundred-dollar bill off the stack, tossing them in the air until they’re raining down over us, a shower of pure excess. Obviously money is no object where Derek is concerned.
I smile, everything in my body a raging whirlwind of anticipation. This is going to be a fun night.
I lean into his body again and whisper, “Follow me.”
5
Derek
Sapphire leads me off to a much more private area of the strip club, but there’s still a stage and there’s still an audience. I sit in one of the chairs but Sapphire saunters up on the stage.
“I asked for a very exclusive dance. Your most exclusive.” I shoot Sapphire my most charming grin, because now I know what she’s up to.
“If you understand anything about exclusivity, Derek, and I think you do, then you know that the anticipation you’ll build before the dance is truly in your lap, well, it will be unparalleled.
She has a point. Plus, I want to see what damage her sexy little body will do on the stage. Sapphire’s huge tits and firm ass will look goddamn incredible when she starts to dance. If she dances even half as sexy as she walks, I’ll be nursing a massive erection to bury in her in no time at all.
“Plus, you need to sit down and control your fingers. Don’t you know, no touching?” Sapphire’s voice is playful but I know that’s actually a rule.
Like so many rules, I have no intention of following it. But at least for now, I’ll play along for Sapphire.
I take in every curve of Sapphire’s body as she dances on the floor. I watch the sway of her breasts and I practically fucking shiver at the sight of her dropping lower and stroking the pole. She's wiggling her body and shimmying down the length of the silver chrome until she has it between her luscious ass cheeks. I want my face there. Her eyes connect to mine and I know that she knows that. Her eyes are locking with my gaze in a way that my cock aches for. First one leg goes up, then the other, and I could cream my trousers just watching her. As it is, every jiggle of her supple body makes my cock strain almost painfully against the fabric constraining it.
“Come here,” I say in such a low growl that I know she can’t hear me through the music, even in this private area it is loud enough to drown out normal volume, and I spoke barely above a whisper. But she knows what I’ve said just by staring at my lips, and it proves that she’s watching my every move very carefully. And it proves how much she fucking wants me. Just as much as I want her.
This girl is goddamn gorgeous, and by the way she walks I can tell she will be able to keep up with me in every way imaginable. Her movements are fluid, dirtier poetry than some limerick likely scrawled on the wall of a strip joint like this one. When she dances closer to me but still on the stage, she drops down and spreads her legs wide in front of me, putting her perfect body on display.
“You rang?” Sapphire says in a joking voice. I want to fist my cock right here listening to her but I have some damn class. Instead, I reach my fingers out to her pussy on display.
She rises up to defer the inevitable descent of my fingers on her body.
Do I know that you’re not supposed to touch the dancers in a strip club?
Of course. I’m not fucking stupid.
Do I know that the rules do not fucking apply to me?
That’s the real question. And I’ll tell you the truth because it's as clear as the sopping wet pussy juice on the triangle of her pink lacy thong.
Even if I couldn’t have gotten away with it for who I am, I can get away with it because of how much she wants me. There’s nothing fake in the way that she looks at me now. I know this is more than spotting a wealthy mark. I doubt she knows that I’m the prince of St. Albans, because I prefer to share my identity at my discretion. I don’t even have agents surrounding me right now. The lights in this club aren’t exactly spotlighting me, either.
No, I know the truth. So now I tell her. “You want me in your pussy.” Again, my words are barely above a whisper but she’s hanging onto my words.
Her fingers are at her nipples, tugging them and slapping her full breasts, squeezing her pert flesh and jiggling it for me.
Her face is flushed. Every hair on her skin is standing up. Sapphire is so turned on right now that she is actually starting to tremble.
“So if you’re such a hot shot, make me cum,” Sapphire says, but even over the music, I can hear how breathy her voice is. Her eyes twinkle like the gems of her moniker, and there’s nothing fake in her desire. I love that brazen request, barely masked in a tease.
What Sapphire wants, I’ll deliver.
We both know the instant my fingers would sink into her tight little pussy she’s teasing, she’d squeeze my fingers in her and strangle out her own orgasm. But right now she means, out here at least, to make her cum without touching her.
Not touching the dancers, the rules, etc. All that stuff that I’m happy to throw out the window, but I also like facing the challenge. I can make Sapphire cum without every touching her.
“Pinch your nipples again while you shove your ass in my face.” I spread my stance in my seat, lounging back and watching the way her eyes light up at my commands. “Know that even though I can see it and I’m not touching you, I’m imagining doing things to your body.” I fucking like this game, fucking her body through her mind. I clear my throat because I know that watching her cum is not going to be easy on my end. I heard the low growl in my voice, the beast of desire barely contained within me.
I want to do some strangling of my own cock. Maybe choke the life out of my cock while I watch her shivering through little pre-orgasmic quakes as she turns and glides around the stage.
I lean forward as she comes closer, like some invisible magnets are pulling us together.
Her every move is elegant. Sapphire is in total control of her body, even as she’s giving into the pleasure. I inhale at the sight of her thrusting her pussy and ass so close to my face that I know she can feel my breath on her.
I glance around to see that some of the other men in the club have started watching this little show, but too fucking bad, this is all mine. Sapphire is all mine.
“Now squeeze your tits, feeling how small your hands feel in comparison to what mine gripping them would feel like,” I command her now.
She reaches back and smacks her own ass, teasing and taunting and I know sending thrills through her pussy, but then Sapphire’s hands are desperately clutching her tits in obedience. I know she’s thinking about my hands on her.
“I could suck your gorgeous pussy so good you couldn’t walk for a week.” I hear my own breathing get ragged at the thought of this. A promise I’d love to make and keep.
Sapphire’s eyes flutter close and she’s biting her lip, tugging at her nipples and rolling them. Her perfect body tormented with lust, on stage for everyone to see, brings out the animal inside me and I’m ready to jump on the stage and bury my cock inside of her right here. When her eyes open and she looks at me, I know that the same inferno in my veins is coursing through her bloodstream.
“Now,” I clear my throat and put my fingers together in a pyramid, resting my elbows on my knees and my chin on the top of my fingers, caging my position to keep from reaching out and grabbing her. “Turn around and dance for me.”
Sapphire turns and starts to kick up her legs and run her fingers down them. She turns and shows me her ass, spreading her cheeks and circling her hips. Her ass jiggles and I just want to spank that firm flesh and watch it redden for me. Sapphire spanks her own ass, both palms landing several times, and the tease is too damn hot.
“Look at me,” I growl, shifting again in my seat though there’s not going to be any fucking relief for me.
Her, though, that’s going to change. I'm going to make her cum right here on this stage and I don’t even have to touch her.
“That’s what you want, Derek?” Sapphire turns and steps off the stage, shoving her perfect tits in my face and reaching out for my hands.
“Yes,” I breathe, letting her take my wrists and put them on my lap.
“Well, Derek, I wanna cum for you without you even touching me.” Sapphire’s voice is breathy, raspy with lust.
“Fuck, Sapphire.” I smile and squeeze my pants, fisting the fabric when I want to be gripping her. I want to reach out and touch her, but I’ll resist … for now. I’m not blowing a load in my fucking pants … she has to know that this hands off policy isn’t going to last.
Sapphire shakes her tits in my face, her hands in her hair while her hips work goddamn magic. It's like a brain teaser – where the fuck am I supposed to look when every inch of her is so fucking sexy?
She turns around and shakes her ass in my face, then turns and looks into my face while she runs her hands up and down her bared skin and tucks her fingers into her thong.
Sapphire’s hips start rolling in front of me and she’s biting her lip hard looking at me. I know that we’re both in such a frenzy right now that either of us could burst on a dime.
I curl my finger at her so she brings her ear up to my lips. “Roll your hips thinking about me bruising you with my fingertips pressing so hard into your skin, holding your hips so fucking hard while I pound into you.” Still, I don’t touch her despite the fact that telling Sapphire how I want to fuck her makes me, well, really ready to reach out and touch her perfect body.
Whimpering with a sweet little moan, her hands squeeze the massive handfuls of her huge tits, her ass, and stroke inside her thighs.
I know she could keep dancing like this and I just don’t know if either of us deserves to suffer like that.
“Cum for me, baby,” I growl, and her eyes capture mine. Her face flushes.
I see the lust blaze in her eyes, and I lean forward to hear the little moans of her actually cumming.
Yes, that stripper just orgasmed during our private dance because of what we both want me to do to her.
Her legs wobble for just a second and she’s squeezing her side, digging her fingers into her skin. “Yeah, Derek, fuck,” she groans.
It takes everything in me to not reach out and grind her against my painfully hard cock. I won’t wait forever, but I do want to watch Sapphire now more than anything.
When her breathing finally returns to normal, she bends forward and gets up in my face.
“You want to whisper at me and make me cum when I can’t touch myself? When you can’t touch?” Sapphire purrs. She brings her ass back to me, and dances so close I think I’m actually feeling heat radiating off of her body. I can smell the scent of her pussy, and I know she’ll be delicious when I can finally lap up the juice of our combined efforts.
She turns, still shaking her ass in my face. “You really fucking liked how I came for you,” Sapphire purrs. There’s a wicked glint in her eyes and I know she’s up to something. Whatever she’s up to, I’m down for. “You’re so hard. And you’re not going to blow it in your pants, are you?” Sapphire licks her lips so slowly that I swallow at the sight.
Sapphire spins around, her legs spread wide and her soaking wet pussy teasing the hell out of me. She’s got her own smug look on her face, one of her eyebrows raised and a wide grin, that makes me want to pull her off the stage and throw her over my shoulder.
I look at that pussy and I want to reach out and bite it. You know, with the right amount of teeth. I want to make her cum again.
“Derek, you’re going to drag me back to that VIP room and prove you have the cock to back up how cocky you are.” Sapphire turns around and cages me in. She doesn’t mean for me to cum in the VIP room right now. No, she means for me to cum right out here.
Whipping my cock out here? That’s the sort of thing that would normally get you kicked out of a club like this. You can’t just jerk off while you get a dance, even a private one. That’s what the damn VIP room is for, well, if you’re not loaded like I am. I’ve got more money than God … and a much better cock.
“You want me to shoot in my pants like a teenager?” I say with a laugh.
“I think I can help you with this Cristal,” Sapphire says, taking one of the bottles from the table and holding it between my cock and her pussy.
“If you’re a straight shooter.” Sapphire looks up into my eyes for a second and something I don’t even understand passes between us.
“Aren’t you the benevolent gem?” It's my turn to laugh.
With her free hand, Sapphire brings one of her perfect tits up to her mouth and bites it over the fabric, then licks it.
Fuck, with Sapphire, it's cruel to be kind.
Cumming in my pants wouldn’t be hard at all. Not doing it is the harder task.
Sapphire releases her breast and runs her fingers up and down her sides while she runs her wet thong over the Cristal bottle. Inhaling her, close enough to just reach out and fuck her, I
’m aching to taste her. She gets her pussy close enough to my face to feel my breath on her, and I watch how she squeezes her eyes shut and shivers so slightly, but she doesn’t release the bottle.
I can’t believe how much I want this mystery woman. No woman has ever caught my attention like this, nor have I had this kind of a reaction to a woman before. I’ve seen a girl crazy with lust for me, but never have I seen it this intense, and felt it in return.
This is going to my head … well, I’m not sure which head. My brain or my cock? Both. Definitely fucking both.
Sapphire starts rubbing the Cristal bottle over the wet outline of her pussy on her thong, then draws the fingers on her other hand over her sticky thighs.
Fuck, she’s so wet that my cock is literally jumping. I wanna slam into her so damn hard for how much she’s teasing me. But Sapphire’s so sweet, all the same. The way she’s obviously as turned on as I am.
“I’ve got twelve inches ready to hide inside that tight little pussy,” I growl.
“Lots of boys think they have big toys,” Sapphire says with a wink. She leans in close, her lips pressed against my ear and her tits in my face. “But that tent in your pants could house a bunch of prissy bitches at Coachella. I think I’d rather just feel it fill me up though, no skanks need apply.” Sapphire pulls back and laughs, setting the bottle down. “For now,” she says, pointing to the bottle. There’s something so sweet yet so filthy about her and I want to bite down her slender neck until my mouth is on those incredible tits.
I watch how they sway as she keeps dancing, the next song slower and more sensual. That’s not the kind of tease I’ll be able to take right now. I want to be able to reach out and squeeze handfuls of this girl.
“Think about my tight pussy clamping around that monster cock of yours,” Sapphire says with a girlish lilt in her voice. I hear the way she swallows afterward. We both know we’ve passed a dangerous point of no return. “I don’t fuck customers, Derek. I have a very discerning pussy. But I wanna let you cum inside until it’s flowing down my thighs and then I wanna lick it off your fingers.”