Move (Club Kitten Dancers Book 1)

by Sophie Stern

  Finally, I pull back and just look at her. She’s got light brown hair that falls past her shoulders and these bright, beautiful eyes that are practically glowing in the moonlight.

  “Where should we go?” I ask her.

  Bailey shrugs and looks around. The parking lot is deserted. It’s just the two of us and a couple of parking lot lamps.

  “I live on base,” I tell her. “In the dorms,” I add with a cringe. It’s not my first choice, but it’s required until I get promoted. All the young single kids have to live in the dorms whether we like it or not.

  “My apartment is close. Drive me?”

  “Of course.”

  We get in the car and Bailey places her hand on my leg. She gives me directions and talks about herself as we drive over.

  “I have a roommate, but she’s out tonight with some guy. She won’t be back until late.”

  “How long have you guys lived together?”

  “All year. Her old roomie left and she needed someone to split the rent with.”

  “Nice of you.”

  “I’m a nice girl. What did you say your name was again?”

  “Cooper.”

  “First or last?”

  “First. Last is Lance.”

  “Your name is Cooper Lance?”

  “The only one I have, ma’am.”

  “That’s a horrible name.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Bailey peeks over at me.

  “Are you always so polite with girls you’re taking home?”

  “Can’t say I take many girls home, but I do try to be nice.”

  “My mom would love you.”

  “I can’t wait to meet her.”

  “No way. She’ll try to steal you away.”

  “Is that so?” Now it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow, and Bailey rolls her eyes.

  “Something like that.”

  “Sounds like you’ve had experience with this before.”

  “You don’t want to know. Turn left here.”

  Chapter 4

  Bailey

  “Do you want a drink?”

  Cooper is standing awkwardly in the middle of my living room and I’m wondering, not for the first time, if this is a horrible idea.

  I’ve never been so forward with a guy before, but I’ve been pining over Cooper for days. I didn’t expect him to just appear at my job, but he did. He just walked in like he owned and the place and I was filled with need, with desire.

  I realized it was now or never and I wanted – needed – to take that chance.

  I’ve spent a lot of my life being the good girl, but I’m ready to move past that, now. I’m ready to be a little wild, a little reckless, and a little free.

  I’m ready to move.

  “I don’t need one,” he says to my surprise. I saw him smoking outside, and while I didn’t really mind, I wanted to get the cigarette out of the way so I could start kissing him.

  I needed to kiss him.

  The idea that he doesn’t drink when I know he’s a smoker is strange to me. Don’t those usually go hand-in-hand? I’m not much of a smoker unless I’m drinking. Then all bets are off. Kasey keeps a pack of cigarettes in the freezer for the nights when I’m super drunk and just need to smoke something.

  But Cooper is different.

  There’s something about him.

  Finishing my shift without getting myself off was hell. There were a few times I almost went into the bathroom and touched myself, but somehow, I managed to have a little bit of self-control.

  Somehow.

  “Are you sure?” I ask awkwardly, standing in the entryway to the kitchen.

  “I think we both know why I’m here, Bailey.”

  “I think that’s true.” Only my breath has kind of caught in my throat and I’m hoping he’ll kiss me again so I don’t have to keep trying to find things to talk about.

  “Tell me,” he strides across the room and invades my space, standing so close to me we’re practically touching, but not quite.

  “Tell you what?”

  “Tell me what you want from me.”

  “Why?”

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  He wants to hear me say it? Well, Brave Bailey is here. I’m not going to back down now. He wants me to be forward? I can be forward.

  I take a deep breath.

  “I want you, Cooper. I’ve been thinking about you all week. When you didn’t call or text…I thought I wouldn’t see you again.” I’m embarrassed at how needy my voice sounds suddenly, but then something flashes in his eyes.

  Pain?

  Anxiety?

  Regret?

  It’s gone before I know what it was, so I try not to worry. Then he’s kissing me, and all rational thoughts float away. Cooper swipes his tongue across my lips slowly, passionately, making me forget, just for a moment, about everything but him.

  My hands yank at his clothes, pulling off his shirt. I feel his hard chest beneath my hands. There’s a little patch of hair on his chest and I groan when I feel it. I love the way he’s so masculine.

  He’s everything Dominic was not.

  Pushing the comparison from my head, I focus on yanking my own shirt off. Now it’s Cooper’s turn to groan.

  “Baby,” he murmurs, cupping my breasts. “You weren’t wearing a bra?”

  “I might have taken it off before I clocked out,” I confess. “It’s tucked in my purse.”

  “Why?”

  “To see the look on your face.”

  “You have amazing breasts. You’re beautiful.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  He picks me up then, acting like I weight nothing at all, which makes me feel a little bit like a pixie. He carries me down the hall.

  “Which room?” He grunts.

  “Left,” I murmur, and I kiss his neck more, biting and nipping at him. Cooper brings me into my room and fumbles for the light switch. “Just leave it off,” I say, and he chuckles.

  “Not a chance. I want to see all of you.”

  He drops me on my bed and pulls my black stretchy pants and panties down in one swoop. Then Cooper pushes my knees apart and leans forward, biting me on the thigh. Usually, I’m pretty ticklish there, but not this time. Not with him.

  “Tell me what you want, Bailey,” he looks up at me. He’s not going to make this easy. He’s going to make me ask, beg. He’s going to make me tell him exactly what I want. Is it my imagination, or do his eyes hold a little bit of a challenge?

  If that’s his game, I’m more than willing to play. Tonight, I’ve stepped out of my comfort zone more than I usually would. I’m never this aggressive with me, but I don’t care. I want him. All of him.

  “Lick my pussy, Cooper,” I say, watching him. “Make me come for you.”

  “Of course,” he leans forward and begins licking my center. I drop back on my elbows and he pushes my legs further apart, straining my muscles. It’s a good pain, though. It’s an erotic pain.

  I’ve never come from this before. Not that Dominic was ever willing to give it a try, of course, but I’ve slept with a couple of guys who tried to make me come using only their tongues. It never worked and they always gave up pretty quickly, happy when I told them they didn’t have to.

  Only, something tells me that offering to let Cooper take a free pass on this one isn’t going to work well. He’s taking his time, eating me up like I’m the most savory treat he’s ever touched.

  Cooper bites each of my lips, slowly nibbling my skin up and down, then goes back to stroking me. He alternates slow and fast and brings me closer, closer, closer.

  “I love eating your sweet pussy, Bailey,” he says, licking me. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

  “I’ve never…I’ve never come like this,” I admit, but the truth is that I want to. I’m getting so close. I just need a little bit more.

  “All that’s about to change, Bailey. I’m not stopping until you’re coming on my face.” He s
lides a finger inside of me, then another, and strokes me quickly from the inside. I bite my lip, groaning, wiggling, but Cooper holds me tightly in place.

  If his hands weren’t so tight on my legs, I might fly away.

  I’m so close I can taste it.

  “Come for me, Bailey,” he whispers the words and slides his tongue back onto me, focusing solely on my clit.

  Then I explode.

  I see stars and fireworks and everything goes black for just a moment. I cry out, then slowly, slowly, reality begins to return.

  I sit up and look down at Cooper, who has a huge grin on his face.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, then he pulls me down onto his lap and we’re both sitting on the floor. I’m straddling him, completely naked, but he still has his pants on.

  “I feel the same way about you,” I murmur, kissing him. I taste myself on his lips, taste my body against his tongue. I can understand why he liked it so much. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never tasted my pussy like this. Guys in the past always avoided kissing me after they went down on me, but Cooper has no such qualms.

  He just kisses me like it’s the most natural thing in the world, kisses me like he has all the time we could ever ask for, kisses me like I’m delicious.

  And I kiss him back because no one has ever made me feel the way Cooper is making me come alive right now.

  I want to show him how I feel, I want to show him how grateful I am for what he just offered. I’m not the most experienced partner in the world, but there is something I’m really good at: dancing.

  That’s when it comes to me: I’ll give him a lap dance, then I’ll ride him.

  “Sit in the chair,” I point to my plain desk chair. He looks confused, but I hurry to grab my phone and when I come back, he’s done as I asked. He’s still wearing his jeans, but I’ll take care of that later. I hit “start” on my “dance all night” playlist, and as I start to move, his eyes begin to get bigger.

  Cooper Lance is in for the best night of his life.

  And he has no idea just how good I really am.

  Chapter 5

  Cooper

  Bailey sways her hips back and forth and I think my cock might explode.

  I’m so fucking hard I can’t think straight.

  She’s dancing in front of me to some song I don’t know the name of. Her hips move back and forth, gyrating in time with the song.

  And all I’m thinking is that I want her riding me, riding my cock. I want those hips grinding against me as she takes me deep inside of her.

  I want all of her.

  I’m barefoot, and I dig my toes into the carpet. It’s the only way I can keep myself from reaching for her. She’s massaging her breasts and running her hands down her body.

  She’s so open like this.

  She’s so free.

  I get the feeling that Bailey hasn’t had an easy life. Some of the things she’s said make me think her mom is nuts and men in the past haven’t respected her, but I’m going to change all that.

  I’m going to be good for her.

  Bailey comes closer and straddles me. She places her hands on my shoulders and I move my hands to her hips. I think she’s going to slap them away, but she starts moving up and down on my lap, grinding on my crotch, then raising her body up, then repeating the movement.

  She’s going to make me come.

  She’s going to make me come in my pants and she has no idea.

  Her breasts are pressed to my face and I suck one of her sweet pink nipples into my mouth. She groans and grips my head, pulling me closer to her body.

  I nip at her breast and she starts grinding on me harder and harder until I have no choice. I’ve got to end this dance. I’ve got to get inside of her.

  I start kissing her. Bailey feels so sweet and perfect in my arms. Raising her up, I carry her to the bed. She has her legs wrapped around me and I grip her ass, holding her against me as we move.

  I lay her down on the bed and strip out of my jeans as she watches me with a hunger in her eyes. Fishing a condom out of my pocket, I slip it on and come to her. Bailey grabs me and pulls me close, kissing me again.

  “Fuck, Bailey. You’re already so wet,” I trace a finger through her slit and she raises her hips to meet me.

  “More,” she murmurs. “I want more.”

  “What do you want, Bailey?”

  “I want you inside me, Cooper. More. Please.”

  I push her knees apart and settle between her legs, then rub my cock through her juices a few times. She’s so wet and looks so naughty like this, so wanton. I raise her legs above my shoulders, baring all of her to me, then slide into her all at once.

  “Fuck,” she groans. “You feel so damn good.”

  “You’re so tight, baby,” I bite her ankle and she clenches her pussy around me. Bailey is so damn hot I’m going to lose my mind. She closes her eyes as I fuck her, but then she opens them and just looks at me.

  We have this crazy connection I’ve never felt before. It’s like she’s looking not just into my eyes, but into my soul, and I want to know what she sees there.

  Reaching down, I press my thumb to her clit and begin to rub softly.

  “I don’t know if I can come again,” she protests, but she doesn’t push me away, and I keep rubbing.

  “Come for me, Bailey. I want to feel you explode around my dick.”

  “More,” she begs, and I rub her harder, faster. Her body tightens and she closes her eyes again and opens her mouth, but no sound comes out.

  Then her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave and I’m right behind her.

  We come together, exhausted, relieved, sated. Our orgasms sweep over us and for just that moment, our worlds are in perfect harmony. We’re blissful, we’re content.

  I feel good with Bailey, comfortable, safe. I feel at home with her.

  I hop up and dispose of the condom, then come back to the bed and wrap my arms around her. We kiss for a few more minutes, then Bailey falls asleep in my arms, and the world is peaceful, as it should be.

  Chapter 6

  Bailey

  At dance class the next day, all I can think about is Cooper.

  Kasey and I are taking Haley’s level 2 pole class and I miss every single spin because when I move, I see his face. I feel his touch. I hear his voice.

  “Get it together,” Kasey hisses at me. Her voice sounds mean, but when I turn to look at her, she’s grinning.

  She’s not upset.

  She’s just amused.

  Rolling my eyes, I square my shoulders and try once more to focus. Gripping the pole tightly, I walk around it. I keep my toes pointed with each step, then swing my outer leg in a big swoop to propel my body around the pole.

  “That was perfect!” Haley squeals from the front of the class. “Try it again! Let everyone see!”

  Blushing, I repeat the move, and this time there are murmurs of appreciation throughout the class.

  “No thanks to you,” I mutter to Kasey, but she just laughs.

  “Once you have your head in the game, you’re a pretty good dancer,” she confirms.

  “Thanks. I think.”

  We repeat the moves a few more times, then Haley puts on a slow, sexy song and we stretch together as a class. The entire time, my thoughts are centered on Cooper.

  Where is he?

  What’s he doing?

  Is he thinking of me?

  It’s way too soon in our relationship, or whatever it is, to be thinking like this, but I can’t help myself. There’s something about Cooper that makes me feel wild and free and whole.

  There’s something about him that makes me feel like somehow, everything is going to be okay.

  After dancing, Kasey and I head home to shower and change. I have an afternoon class to go to before work. Cooper told me he won’t be able to check his phone while he’s at work, so I don’t bother checking for a text. I know enough about military life to know that some jobs are in secure bui
ldings where cell phones aren’t allowed.

  Unfortunately, I also realize that if we’re going to pursue a relationship, this means there will be a lot I’m not privy to.

  Is that something I’m woman enough to handle? I’d like to think so, but you never really know until you try. Maybe Cooper will end up being a great secret keeper in all aspects of his life. Maybe I’ll find out he has a secret girlfriend somewhere. I refuse to live my life in fear, though. So many bad things have happened to me that I don’t want to think about even more bad things.

  I don’t want to imagine a world where anything could happen, and where all of those things are negative.

  For the first time in years, things are starting to look up for me. I have a good job, a good hobby, and a good guy in my life.

  I need to focus on those things and not the fact that dating an airman is going to be really tough.

  Or on the fact that my spins aren’t really good enough to try out for the pole dancing competition in the fall.

  Or on the fact that my mom is completely insane for my teacher.

  When I get to class, I slide into my seat and begin listening to the lecture from hell. Everyone warned me that college would be hard, but no one said it would be hard because it was so boring.

  Staying focused during lectures is a constant struggle for me and sometimes I wonder if I’m really cut out for this. Maybe it’s just first year stuff. Maybe once I’m taking harder classes in my chosen major, things will be easier. Maybe once I’ve learned how to deal with the fact that my mom is dating Professor Smells-Like-Soup, things will be different.

  Somehow, I get through the class, return to my apartment, and get dressed for work.

  I’m just slipping on my black stretchy dress pants when my phone finally buzzes. My heart leaps in my throat and I just know it’s from him.

  Cooper: Hey beautiful, what time do you get off work tonight?

  Me: 11. Why? You got plans?

  Cooper: Just want to know when I should arrive to spend some time with the prettiest girl in Whiskee.

  Me: You obviously haven’t met my roomie yet.