“You’ve been doing this to pay off your mother’s medical expenses? Are you doing this on your own without any outside help? What about your father? Other family members? What about insurance?” A moment of alarm crossed her face followed by a hint of embarrassment. “I’m sorry. That’s obviously none of my business.”
How to explain without really explaining…how to answer her questions without really answering them. “There was some insurance but not anywhere near enough. I wasn’t legally responsible for her medical bills, but I was the only one around to take care of her so it kind of fell to me by default. I guess you could say I felt an ethical obligation to settle her debts, and a male strip club provided the path to the maximum amount of money in the shortest amount of time for the least amount of effort.” He tightened his hold on her hand in an attempt to get closer without seeming to be pushing her.
“I came up with the mask and wig as part of my act, and everything just seemed to fall into place. I had no idea the Macho Marauder would become such a big hit. In fact, he’s been so successful that I’m going to be able to settle the entire debt a year sooner than I originally thought.” And then I can start to think about a personal life again.
The street lights provided just enough illumination for Shasta to see the faraway look in his eyes, one that told her he had given her all the explanation he intended to. It left her wondering why he hadn’t mentioned his father or any siblings and why his voice held a hard edge when saying he was the only one around to take care of his mother. It was obviously a very private matter for him—private and painful. Something he didn’t intend to discuss.
And something she knew was none of her business.
A soft warmth spread through her body and touched her heart. This sexy man whose physical presence had been driving her crazy for several months had turned out to be quite a surprise in more ways than one. First as a male stripper exuding hot sex, then as an honorable man striving to do the right thing even though it would have been much easier to walk away. A very powerful combination—raw sexual magnetism and personal integrity.
They walked for several blocks while engaging in casual conversation, eventually arriving back at her house. He had proved to be even more fascinating than she originally thought. He knew exactly who he was and what he wanted, a man able to live comfortably with his own reality. He presented a commanding physical presence even without the Macho Marauder’s costume.
There was so much more she wanted to know about him. But right now she wanted a night of unbridled passion with the sexiest man alive. The nipple rings created erotic little twinges, arousing her desires even more than they already were. She had given a quick thought to removing them but decided to immerse herself in the provocative new sensation they provided.
Back at her house, she headed for the kitchen. “I’ll make that coffee now.”
He grabbed her arm and stopped her in the dining room before she reached the kitchen door. “Don’t go to the trouble on my account. How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine. That walk in the fresh air is just what I needed.” She flashed a smile, half appreciative and half embarrassed. “I must apologize. Champagne makes me act…well, it does strange things to me. The party and…”
Dane laced their fingers together, tugging gently until he had her enfolded in his arms. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her tautly puckered nipples obvious even through both of their shirts. And the nipple rings she had not been wearing when he did his act, the ones he couldn’t help but notice among the birthday gifts on the table, were now blatantly obvious as they adorned her breasts.
With one arm banded around her back, he threaded the fingers of his other hand through the soft strands of her auburn hair. A moment of uncertainty made him pause. If he had asked her out to dinner, a legitimate date separate from his stripper job, then he would welcome this opportunity to be with her. To revel in the anticipation of what the night could bring and proceed with confidence. But the circumstances left him uncertain. Perhaps if he…
Shasta took the decision away from him. She slipped her arms around his neck and lifted her mouth to his. Her actions, neither tentative nor unsure, caught him off guard, but only for a second. He shoved aside his concerns and captured her mouth with a kiss that demanded everything of her and promised as much in return.
She tasted of champagne and pizza, a strange yet intriguing combination. He flicked his tongue across her lower lip, then invaded her mouth with a heated passion that left no question about his desires or where they were headed.
He caressed her shoulders and back, finally running his hands across her perfectly rounded rear end. He snuggled her hips against his. A tightness pulled across his chest as his arousal grew. Even through her jeans, he felt the heat radiating from her body.
One hand on her ass, he slipped the other inside the back of her T-shirt. Her creamy skin tantalized his fingers and teased his senses. His cock twitched with a life of its own, wanting to find a hot nest to call home.
A hint of concern tried to force its way back into his consciousness. Taking advantage of a woman who had a bit too much to drink was not his style. He wanted a partner as hot and turned on as he was, someone whose desires matched his own, someone fully aware of what she was doing and the choices available to her, not a woman merely complying with what she thought he wanted.
His conscience told him to back off and give her a clear cut choice, offer her the option of putting a stop to things before they got totally out of hand. But logic won out. He wasn’t forcing her into anything. If she wanted him to back off, all she had to do was say so.
He parted her lips with his tongue and probed the inside of her mouth. Her taste, the texture of her tongue against his, it all meshed together in a sensual twining that emulated the prelude to a sultry mating ritual.
She slipped her arms around his neck as she pressed her body against his growing erection. Her enthusiastic response presented all the encouragement he needed and helped dispel his concern about taking advantage of her. If her actions were a measure, she desired him as much as he did her.
The blood raced hot and fast through his veins. His breathing became labored. No other woman had ever turned him on so quickly. He wanted her, all of her, in every way possible.
But before his mind totally shut down, a disturbing thought forced its way in. Surely she must have reservations about what went on at a male strip club, about the reality of horny women throwing themselves at the performers. About how many strangers he had fucked in quick one night stands. It was a thought he couldn’t dismiss and one he needed to address before any clothes came off.
Dane held her at arm’s length. He pulled in a steadying breath as he tried to calm his rattled nerves. He had to get his rampaging desires under control but could not bring himself to completely turn her loose. In the three years he had worked as a male stripper, this was the first time he had been with a woman who knew about his night job—about his alter ego.
“There’s something else I think you should know, something I’m sure has crossed your mind. Women at the strip club…I don’t indulge—”
“Shh.” She placed her fingertips against his lips. “We can talk later.”
His last remnant of control flew out the window. His final attempt to first and foremost be a gentleman deserted him. He scooped her up in his arms. “Which way to your bedroom?”
He carried her down the hall to the room she indicated. Rather than placing her on the bed, he lowered her feet to the floor in front of him. A light brush of his fingertips across her smooth cheek sent a tiny shiver racing across the surface of his skin. One hand went up her back beneath her T-shirt, and the other cupped her perfectly rounded ass.
“You are,” his words turned to a husky whisper, “without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
The front of his jeans strained against the pressure of a hard cock demanding its freedom. He inched her T-shirt up, revealing her bare
breasts capped with the clip-on nipple rings he had seen earlier among her birthday gifts. A moment later her shirt fell to the floor.
As he reached for the waist of her jeans, he felt her fingers tug at his zipper. He gently brushed her hand away. “Not yet.” He unfastened her pants and slowly inched them down her hips and legs until they rested around her ankles. She stepped out of them without hesitation, kicked them aside and stood before him wearing only panties.
“I want to know every inch of your body, drink in your essence.” With slightly trembling hands, he lowered her panties. As he deposited them on top of her jeans, she reclined in the middle of the bed.
Dane’s chest heaved with his labored breathing as he gazed down at Shasta’s naked body stretched out enticingly. The clip-on nipple rings dangled from the tautly puckered buds that capped her full breasts. “I want to feel my cock buried deep inside your delicious looking pussy…again and again and again.”
Heated desire had him out of his clothes in a matter of seconds. His rigid shaft stood tall and thick, clearly defining his arousal and total readiness.
Her response said it all. She extended an inviting smile as she reached out and wrapped her hand around the girth of his hard shaft. A deep growl of need clawed its way out of his throat accompanied by a quick pelvic thrust.
“Shasta…” He couldn’t force any more words out of his mouth. The way she gently stroked the length of his cock set his nerve endings on fire, threatening to consume him in a blaze of sexual frenzy and have him coming much too soon. He wanted to give her at least two orgasms before he even considered his own needs.
She opened her legs, inviting him into her most intimate recess. His stare became riveted to the soft auburn curls covering her mound, her erect little clit showing through, and her delicate pussy lips glistening with moisture. His breath caught in his lungs, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
He managed to physically pull away from the sensation of her fingers skimming along the underside of his stiff cock and took in a steadying breath. Every cell in his body, every place of consciousness in his mind, told him something very profound was about to happen. Something that exceeded the pleasures of hot sex. Something much deeper. Something far more personal.
Passion burned in the depths of her eyes, a heated desire that matched his own spark for spark. He wanted so much to please her, to take the fervor he saw beckoning him and turn it into rapture and fulfillment.
He snuggled his waist tightly against the curls covering her mound, the moisture seeping from her body onto his skin. He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across one of the clip-on nipple rings. Her soft moan of delight excited his senses. Tugging on the ring with his teeth, he managed to remove it. After placing it on the nightstand, he took her pebbled nipple into his mouth.
Suckling gently at first, the action quickly turned into a demanding hunger for more. He allowed her hard nipple to pop out of his mouth. The wet bud sparkled in the light like an exquisite jewel as her breasts rose and fell with her ragged breathing. He pulled off the other nipple ring and with a slightly trembling hand placed it on the nightstand next to the first one.
The mere touch of his bare skin against hers proved far more exciting than she had anticipated. A sultry purr escaped her throat when he scratched his fingers through the curls guarding the entrance to her pussy. Her head sank back into the pillow, followed by a sensual moan when he inserted his finger between her quivering folds.
Her skin tingled and her nerve endings danced in delight as he licked and kissed his way down her body, all the while stroking his finger in and out of her wet sex. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his finger to let him know she wanted more. He immediately obliged by inserting a second finger and using his thumb to massage her clit.
Just as she had imagined the scene a couple of hours earlier, Shasta looked down and saw his head between her legs. His hot breath tickled against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, sending tremors through her body. Only instead of nibbling on the edible thong underwear, his lips plucked at her engorged clit. Her hips jerked upward, shoving her sex against his mouth. He quickly removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.
Soft moans escalated to whimpers of desire in response to the way he aggressively thrust his tongue between her pussy lips several times, pausing with each insertion long enough to tease the walls of her tunnel before withdrawing and invading again. Her ever increasing levels of excitement produced jerky and erratic movements as she rushed toward the ultimate rapture. He wrapped his lips around her clit. It only took a couple of sucking motions before she exploded in what she knew was the first of many delicious orgasms she would experience before the night was over.
Wave after wave of intense euphoria crashed through her body as his mouth continued to devour her, his lips tugging and sucking on her sensitive clit. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. Her head thrashed back and forth against the pillow. No doubt about it…Dane Wingate’s mouth should be classified as a lethal weapon of pleasure. He had already far surpassed every fantasy she had ever entertained about him.
Before her body could come down from the heights of her orgasm, his continued ministrations to her highly sensitive clit drove her right back up and over the top again. Her words rushed out in a breathless whisper as she gasped, “Oh, my God…more. That’s the most incredible…”
She thrust her pelvis hard against his mouth, holding his head between her legs as she ran her fingers through his thick hair.
It was as if her words unlocked the last of his restraint. A deep growl, a combination of primal need and pure lust, escaped into the air. It reverberated against her pussy sending tremors of nerve-tingling vibrations rushing through her body. She wanted his cock, to touch it, to taste it.
Using her hands, she tried to maneuver him into a different position, but his mouth seemed to be fused to her honey pot. “I want…give me your cock…I need…”
Her words finally penetrated his single-minded pursuit of catering to her pleasure. Dane raised his head from her steaming sex and sucked in a couple of deep breaths. “What can I do to please you? What would you like?”
“I’d like for you to stay all night.” Holy shit! Did I really say that out loud? He has me totally out of control. I want more…much more.
His gaze traveled up her body from behind the wet curls matted against her mound. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her stiffly engorged clit, eliciting a quick intake of breath from her. “Yes, I would like that very much.”
Her heart continued to pound as she slowly regained her breath. It was a much needed break from the intensity of the orgasm spiraling inside her. This would be, without question, the best birthday she would ever have. Nothing could top this night of unbridled passion with a man who had dominated her fantasies so many times.
A quick expression darted across his face as she scooted her body away from him. She flashed a wickedly sexy grin. “I’ll try to erase that look of disappointment. Turn over on your back and let me please you as much as you’ve pleasured me.”
The twinkle in his eyes said her words had been what he wanted to hear. Then a hint of a frown wrinkled his forehead. “Before we get carried away even more than we already have, I need to get some condoms from my jeans—”
“There’s some in the nightstand.” She opened the drawer and pulled out several packets.
“Ah, yes…I like a woman who’s prepared.”
He quickly complied with her instructions by stretching out on his back. His rigid cock stood at attention, the head a reddish-purple. She licked her lips in anticipation of the tempting treat. The length and girth of his shaft were not only impressive, she found the shape and definition truly beautiful to look at. She gently cradled his balls, then bent to kiss the tip of his cock. Her entire body surged with sexual energy, her pussy still tingling from the thorough inspection his talented mouth had performed.
She laved
the rounded head with the flat of her tongue, then proceeded along the underside until she reached his balls. His quickened breathing and low rumbling groans told her he liked her efforts and wanted more. She drew just the head into her mouth, held it there for a moment, then gradually sucked in more and more of his length. She felt each of his engorged veins as his cock filled her mouth. Her lips formed a tight seal around the girth.
She continued to suck, working the muscles of her mouth up and down the length of his shaft. And all the while she cradled his balls. His hip thrusts conveyed his appreciation. She hummed softly in response. His cock felt so good in her mouth, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming her grip on reality.
To her surprise, he pulled her off, lifted her hips and turned her around so that she stretched out on top of him. The moment his warm breath fluttered across the damp curls covering her mound, her vaginal muscles contracted, as if trying to find something to grab hold of. She wrapped her arms around his hips and fondled his balls while once again taking his rigid shaft into her mouth.
Dane wasn’t sure how long he could last. Her mouth…her hands…the feel of her body stretched out on top of him. His every nerve ending jumped and twitched with excitement as it responded to her talented ministrations. Her taste filled his senses with everything he knew it would be…and much more. The nectar of the gods, a spice uniquely Shasta. His mouth filled with a taste he knew could easily become an addiction.
Spend the night. Yes, that was exactly what he wanted to do. To make love to this fantastic woman again and again. He already knew this was much more than sex, more than the concept of being able to shove his cock into a hot pussy.
His chest heaved as his labored breathing turned ragged. He flicked his tongue across her clit before sucking it into his mouth. Her body convulsed into another orgasm as she ground her honey pot against his lips. He kneaded the globes of her ass cheeks, the feel of her firm flesh as exciting as everything else about her. She let out a low moan of pure pleasure as her muscles contracted and tugged at his tongue. She was everything he had ever desired.
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