I push my jeans to my thighs. With her bent over, her pussy is fully accessible with the movement of her thong... More reason she should not be fucking wearing what she is. What is that...multiple already? Sadly, I'm going to lose that battle. She spreads her legs. With those heels extending her height... What a view.
I hook my index finger onto her thong string and pull them over her ass, baring that beautiful pussy, completely molded for me, and only me. That thought still makes me hard as a damn rock when it's already erect. I place the tops of my fingers directly on her pussy and slap her ass next to it with my other hand. It's become one of her and my favorite forms of foreplay. I do it, knowing it makes her wetter, and I get to feel her pussy contract several times as it does. "Shit."
"You want it again?"
"Yes."
I spank her again, harder, as I shove my fingers into her pussy, the sound louder this time. She clamps down. Leaning forward, I unhook her bra and push the straps over her shoulders. When we fuck I want her titties bare. That still hasn’t changed. I love her tits. They're one of her best features.
I bring my lips down to the base of her spine, then swipe my tongue all the way up the length, slowly, carefully, in a caress, and then cup her breast in my hand. I've noticed licking her spine makes her horny as hell. "Sax, you're torturing me."
I remove my fingers and grab the base of my dick as I rub my thumb over her nipple. "No, beautiful, you're tormenting me."
I rub the head over her pussy to wet it, and then thrust inside fast and hard. "Shit yes. I needed you."
I pull one foot on the next step up for a better balance, position my opposite hand on her hip, and begin driving into her without stopping. "Yeah. Right there. Fuuuuck."
She squeezes around me. I don't think I'll ever become immune to how good she feels. For a few minutes I can incubate my dick in a warm, moist channel that can tighten on command. She moans out, a gritted cry with each hit as I bury myself deeply inside of her. Fucking hell. I tighten down on all of my muscles to try and not come. It's no easy task, especially when she's this wet.
I pinch her nipple. "Come, Kambry."
"I'm about to. Don't stop. Fuck."
She places her hand over mine on her breast, forcing me to squeeze harder. I pull up on her hip as I thrust as deep as I can. I can't hold it back anymore. She starts contracting around my dick. "Shit that feels so good."
She threads her fingers with mine. "I love you, Sax," she says, and squeezes harder when her words become short moans. She's coming...and the first spurt inside of her confirms I can't stop myself. I lean forward, my front over her back until I'm closer to her ear. My thrusts become slower and more shallow until I still altogether, feeling through the pulsing of my cock as I release my cum inside of her. "I love you too, Kambry, and don't you ever forget it."
She turns her head to the side and I kiss her briefly. "Promise?"
"With all my heart. Come on, beautiful. We're going to be late."
I pull out of her and replace her panties, before pulling my jeans back up and putting my dick away. "Stand up and I'll fasten your bra."
She does as I ask and holds it in place at the front. I sweep her long, curled hair to the side, hook her bra, and then kiss the meeting point between her shoulder and neck. "So there's no chance in me changing your mind on the outfit?"
"The point is to live with no rules, Saxton. I want to be free to do as I choose, to make my own decisions, and to make my own mistakes. I would never do anything out of line or to hurt you. I’ll think before I act if it makes you feel better. My goods are covered."
"Okay, fair enough. I can understand that, but when I can't be near you remember we belong to each other. We’re partners. Men are going to look at you in ways that I don't like, but if someone gets out of line come and get me... Okay?"
"Okay, Sax. I will."
"Good. If you're uncomfortable there is probably a reason, so don't stick around."
She turns around in my arms and places hers around my neck. "You know, I fall in love with you a little more when I see you like this over me, because deep down I know that I base my behavior on the fact that I only do things I would do with you standing there. I also know that you trust me, so instead of getting mad I just believe your words a little more. It makes me feel special. Mild jealousy is good for a relationship, because it reminds you that they chose you when they could be with someone else."
"You aren't special, you're rare. People do crazy shit to hold onto rare when they have it. I'm a lucky guy, and I don't know what the hell I did to end up in the right place at the right time, but unless you want out of this I won't question it."
"That's never going to happen."
I'm at the point that I want to give up everything to make this work. I want to alter my entire life to make her a permanent fixture. It's time now that I start taking the necessary steps to do just that.
I set my tray on the bar and give Saxton the list of what I need. He stands with his palms down on the bar and grins as I lean forward on the bar top. "Back so soon?"
I love that playful, seductive tone. His abs peeking through the open jacket distracts me from looking him in the eyes. "Thirsty customers."
"Or you just wanted to come back and see me."
My eyes rise. "I'm just fast. Deflate your ego a little."
He grabs a glass and begins filling it with draft beer. His body is moving along to the beat of Cookie by R. Kelly. It's not noticeable unless you’re paying him some attention. It's subtle, and that's what makes it sexy. The man is gifted in all areas. "If that's what you want to keep telling yourself..."
I bite down on my tongue trying to keep a straight face, but my lips always betray me. "So..."
"Spit it out."
I have a love/hate relationship with the smirk he has when he knows I'm being shy. "You played a stripper role, right?"
And his grin grows... Great! "I did. Why do you ask?"
He's already done with three of the five drinks. Rip it off like a Band-Aid, Kambry.
"Can we role-play sometime? Ya know…if it's not weird for you or anything. It's just, Meredith and I watched that Magic Mike XXL movie a while back, and..." My fingers go straight for my mouth. "I just kind of wondered what it felt like to be one of those girls on stage at the end. It's weird I know."
His top teeth are scraping against his bottom lip as he displays the mildest form of a smile. It actually reminds me of that face that Channing Tatum makes when he's the sexiest; that kind of half pucker, half smile, serious but sexy look. He begins to roll his stomach as he skims his hand down the middle, over his abs. "You want a lap dance?"
Geez-ums. I'm starting to sweat. I will not fan myself in front of him. "And if I said yes?"
He sits the last cup on my tray and leans forward on his forearms, extending his body toward me over the bar. "Then I would say, you shall receive."
The back of his index finger brushes along my bra line over my cleavage. "Maybe even tonight when we get home."
"Shit," I whisper. "I got to go."
I grab my tray and walk off, but not as fast as I want to because of these heels. Good luck getting through tonight with those thoughts...
I watch her walk off, her ass swinging as she does. "Yo, Kayden, can you cover me for about five minutes?"
"Smoke break?"
I look at Kayden, one of the other bartenders tonight. "I need to run something by Drake. Can you dance?"
"What kind of dancing?"
"Dance porn." I wink, waiting for him to quickly respond.
"No shit? I'm no male stripper, but I think I could wing it if I had to... Why?"
"Cool. I'll let you know when I get back."
I quickly walk to the hall wall just beside one of the exit doors, where Drake likes to watch the club and stay unnoticed in case some shit goes down. He's there just like I expected he would be. "Can we have a word?"
"What is it?"
"I need your permission for
a club takeover."
"For what?"
"Get the crowd turned up a few notches...and I need to borrow Kambry."
"She's working. I don't like pissed off customers. Then I get phone calls from the owner that I don't want to deal with."
"I guarantee your customers will be anything but pissed off when this is over. Plus, I can almost guarantee you a full house tomorrow night. I'll even let it be your idea if anyone asks."
He rubs his hand through his hair. "How long, Maverick?"
"Ten...maybe fifteen minutes. I need a mic, a certain playlist from the DJ, and the bar. That's it. I guarantee there will be customer participation."
"Fine. What playlist? Don't make me regret this. The owner doesn't like to be surprised unless it spurs a huge spike in alcohol sales. I don't need him giving me shit."
"Magic Mike XXL soundtrack. Tell him to pick slower and change along with me. I'm using Kayden."
"Give me ten minutes."
I salute him with my index and middle fingers before turning to walk back to the bar. Kayden has money coming at him from several directions. From the looks of it the bartenders on the other side of the bar are just as busy. I come to stand beside him. "I need you to follow my lead when Drake brings me the mic. Pick your girl."
I slap my hand down in front of the brunette. "What'll it be, sweetheart?"
"Surprise me."
"Sweet or bitter?"
"A little of both?"
Typical flirty college girl. Most guys are used to them. Strapless white top that stops just below her first couple of ribs and skintight leather pants - I'm going to assume she isn't looking to go home alone. I grab the plastic cup, fill it with ice, and quickly make her a Long Island. She hands me the money and winks. "Keep the change."
"What you need?" The guy with two girls following behind moves up to the bar as the other girl gets out of the way.
"Two Millers, draft, with a lime, and one Corona."
I grab two cups in one hand and pull back the lever, letting one fill and then switching to the other, before shutting it off and pushing a lime wedge on the rim of each cup. I hand them to him to take as I grab a Corona from the cooler and pop the cap off with my bar key, replacing it in my back pocket, and then grab a lime slice and wedge it down into the opening of the bottle like a cork.
He hands me the money plus tip. Drake walks behind the bar as I'm ringing up the purchases and adding the cash to the drawer. He hands me a microphone. "DJ is ready and waiting for your cue."
I grab it, and just as quickly as he walked back here he leaves. I turn it over and flip the mic switch on. "What's up?" I ask low into the microphone. The DJ turns the music down. "Your fellow bartender here. Anyone game to turn the heat up a few notches? Ladies..."
A select few scream. "Oh come on now. I know you can do better than that." More people respond this time, but still not a club full.
I look at Kayden. "I thought tonight was supposed to be about leather and lace... Do I sense females clutching pearls instead? Where are the bad girls?"
That did the job...
I jump up on the bar and stand, raising my outstretched arms in an up and down motion, palm up, requesting more from the crowd. Kayden follows behind. The music slowly turns back up, but not as loud as it was. It's a slower jam. Freek'n You by Jodeci. "Who here is a Magic Mike fan?"
The screams pick up and spread throughout the room. The girls closest to the bar start touching our calves and jumping up and down. I glance around the room looking for Kambry. "Guys...who here wants the chance to be Magic Mike?"
A good many testosterone-driven, pussy-craving males speak up. I still don't see Kambry. "I'll tell you what... The first guy that can bring me the cute little blonde server wearing a black bra and leather skirt gets the opportunity at a dance off with Kayden and I here on the bar...lap dance style. You even get to pick your girl. You win, I pay your tab at the end of the night and your partner gets a hundred bucks for being a good sport. You have five minutes while Kayden chooses one lucky lady. She goes by Kambry."
I give him the mic and watch the participating males weave back and forth like ants, while the others glance around them. Kayden reminds me of a body builder. He has the bulk up top, the lean waist, and then the thighs - like an hourglass. Every inch of visible skin is smooth and free of hair, no doubt for more definition. It's blatantly obvious with the leather vest he's sporting over nothing but cut muscle. I don't see him having a problem getting a participant. From the screams alone he has plenty of options.
Even without all of that, he has that dirty blonde hair that's longer in the front than everywhere else - a fade - and it's soft enough in texture that if he were to lean over a woman's body the tips would hang and brush along her skin, and most likely drive her crazy.
A redhead in a short, tight, leather dress comes to stand in front of Kayden. She has a slightly nervous grin on her face. "What's your name?" He's looking down at her, his voice deeper than mine.
"Loren," she responds. The crowd separates.
I notice Kambry's ass first, thrown over someone's shoulder as a guy walks toward me. She's pulling the bottom hem of her skirt down in an attempt to cover herself...with not enough material to do so. It's too damn funny to be mad over. That, and his arm is holding her behind the knees. He gets bro points.
"This the one?" He points at her as he makes his way to the front of the crowd, stopping just in front of the bar.
"Yep. That's the one." I extend my hand toward Kayden, waiting for him to place the mic in my hand. "Let's get this show on the road."
I hop down as he sets her down, and then walk toward him. "What's your name?"
"Ryan."
His jeans are a little tight for my personal liking and his shirt fitted. He's not as cut as Kayden, but he doesn't appear to have much body fat, most likely the result of exercise from work and not the gym. He's clean cut and has an accent similar to Kambry's. His leather is a little...different than the rest of us. Chaps, but who am I to judge. Leather is leather, and clearly he's not from around here. Tourist.
"Ladies, who here wants to be Ryan's partner? Looks like we have a cowboy. They generally know how to...ride." A new set of screaming starts. I stare at Kambry as I continue to speak into the microphone. "Ryan, you hear 'em. Take your place on the bar and choose your woman."
"Are you seriously going to give me a lap dance in front of the entire club?"
"It's a little late to turn back now, beautiful."
"You have no shame, do you?"
I shake my head. "Not even on a molecular level." When I glance to my left Kayden, Loren, Ryan, and a cute blonde are standing in a similar position to Kambry and me, waiting on my lead. The mic touches my lips. "DJ, give me a beat."
I walk around her and turn, then push her toward the bar. Her cheeks are pink, but her eyes are locked on mine. She bumps into the pulled out barstool and reflexively sits. "I'm gon' make you feel it..." plays as the music becomes louder. Feel it by Jacquees. It's a slower jam: bedroom music. I rid of the microphone, and for the first time since we met I switch to character mode, losing myself in the music, leaving no one in the room but her and me.
Popping my jacket over my shoulders, I grab her hand and place it to my sternum, before slowly guiding it down, letting her fingers slip into each ridge of my abs as I roll my stomach and hips, and then allow it to settle over my hard dick, atop my jeans. I pop my pelvis forward.
Her mouth parts. My hands free, I slowly allow my jacket to fall down my arms until it drops to the floor. My hands slowly slip the button through the slit of my jeans as I roll my shoulders in the opposite direction of my hips, and then fold them over in the front, revealing only the base of my dick. The loosened fit causes the back waist of my jeans to slip over the top of my ass, leaving it bare and peeking out. I can feel the draft.
I grip her thighs and pull her to the edge of the stool. "Baby tell me that you want it deep-er." With the last word of the line I pop my h
ips forward and thrust up, grinding my dick against her center. She places her hands behind her on the seat of the stool and arches her back.
My hand moves to her ass and I grab onto the bar with the other, before stepping on the first prong of the stool for height and pull her body against me as I do. I can feel her heat radiating through the pores of my jeans.
The song changes to Pony by Genuine. I grip onto her hips and lift her to the top of the bar, stepping up the barstool as if it were stairs, and then throw my leg over her as I turn her and push her back into a lying position. "If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony." I buck forward and fall to my knees on the bar, straddled over her. "My saddle's waiting, come and jump on it."
My hands lace behind my head as my waist takes over. She presses her palms to my rolling abdomen, her bottom lip tightly wedged between her teeth. My movements become one with the beat, and at the peak of the rhythm, I fall forward and land on my palms to each side of her head in a push up position, my face just above hers. "Fuck," she whispers.
It gets easier the longer my body rolls and sways. She spreads her legs some, letting me closer.
A mock fuck. That's my goal. I shall strive to make her feel as good fucking her clothed as I do when I'm inside of her. With each rock forward, my body scraps against hers, sweat mixing, and only parting for recoil, before ascending up her body like a worm. She presses her lips to my sternum and extends her tongue, then allows the tip to swipe down the center of my body as I climb her.
Chanting vaguely sounds through my ears as my pelvis reaches her face. I feel wet from sweat, but I won't stop before the finale. I lower toward her face, allowing her nose to brush along the skin just above my dick...and I begin riding her fucking face, alternating between fast, slow, and rotating motions.
Screaming sounds. I know the end of the song is coming. Pushing off my hands, I pull my knees up to straddle her face. I grip my fist into her hair and pull her face into my crotch as I continue to dance. When the beat starts to wind down, I alter my weight away from her face toward my feet, so that I can pull my knees up and stand.
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