Love on the Highlight Reel (Connecticut Kings Book 2)

by Christina C Jones

  Music started, blasting the familiar tune of Usher’s Can You Handle It from the surround sound. Jordan’s lips brushed my ear as a horizontal band of light appeared, barely an inch high, moving from ceiling to floor. It illuminated Cin’s body in hints as it traveled over her, from her position behind those metal bars on the stage. When it hit the floor, it moved back up again, providing subtle peeks of brown skin encased in what appeared to be very expensive lingerie.

  It was… hot.

  As the music went on, other bands of light joined the first one, but never illuminated much at once. Different directions, different speeds, different colors, all timed with the beat of the music. It was undeniably sensual, without being sexual, somehow. It was beautiful, honestly, watching her move in those hints of light, wondering what would be next. I was spellbound.

  “Is this what you always come to see?” I whispered to Jordan, not taking my eyes off the stage.

  He gave me a low chuckle in return. “Hell no. But it’s still sexy, right?”

  “Yeah,” I agreed, as the song started winding down.

  The lights went completely out again, and when they came back up, filling the room, Cin wasn’t on the stage anymore. Other music started playing again, something else sexy, but it was apparent to me that this was down time now. Jordan pulled me up from our seated position, leading me over to a small, but well-stocked bar at the back of the small room.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, watching as he mixed something up in a shaker, plopped an oversized ice cube into a glass for each of us, then poured the drinks.

  “Getting you liquored up.” He grinned, then handed me my glass. “You were stiff as hell watching Cin’s little show.”

  I frowned, first at his assertion, then at the strength of the liquor in the drink after I took a sip. “I enjoyed it though. It was… art.”

  “I know. And you haven’t even seen her make her ass clap yet – I’m playing,” he quickly added, seeing the look on my face. “I believe you when you say you enjoyed it, but it doesn’t change the fact that you were stiff. Like you were scared to enjoy it too much. I know you like dick, don’t worry.”

  I shoved Jordan’s side as he laughed, then took another swig from my drink. Maybe I was being a little stiff about it. This was one of the few opportunities I had to be out with Jordan, no real worries about privacy, just able to have a good time. And it was his birthday. I probably should just relax and enjoy.

  I finished my drink, and then had another. By the time the liquor was starting to kick in, leaving me feeling looser, but still lucid, the lights dimmed again. This time, they didn’t go completely dark – the room filled with deep blue light, and the laser beams came up again. Instead of being focused on the stage, they went around the whole room, making it look like the set of a music video.

  New music started, something with a slow, sexy, distinctly “island” vibe. I looked up to see that Cin had come in again, but not on the stage this time, and she’d changed clothes. Instead of the lingerie from the stage show, she was in tiny black boy shorts and a loose black crop top, with the lacy black strap of a bra peeking out from her shoulder. Her feet were in different, still ridiculously high heels, and she was wearing… knee pads.

  What the hell is about to happen?

  I quickly got the answer to that question. As soon as the lyrics started, a man asking forgiveness for his behavior, and blaming it on his inebriated state, she started dancing. Winding her hips, swinging her hair, but not just looking sexy… like, actually dancing.

  And she could move.

  She blended moves that were obviously tight, professional choreography with ones that were meant for titillation, like dropping onto her haunches, legs wide, as she twerked and twirled her pelvis. I wasn’t even sure whose entertainment this was really for – her full attention was directed right at me.

  She danced toward us, and yet again I couldn’t look away, because she was just that damned good. When she reached where Jordan and I were still standing at the bar, she turned away from us, then put her ass right in my pelvic area, grinding against me. I yelped, covering my mouth with my hand as Jordan laughed, grabbing me at the waist to keep me steady.

  When Cin turned to face me again, she was grinning, and grabbed my hand as the music shifted into the chorus. “If you leave wit me tonight… I won’t judge you. No no. Blame it on the drink baby,” she mouthed along with the song as she led me back to the couch and then pushed me down into the seat.

  She dropped to the floor in front of me and kept dancing. Arching her back, sliding, doing things that would leave me aching for days, but she accomplished with ease. She danced all the way across the floor, and then crawled back to me and spread my legs open.

  Wide.

  The next thing I knew, Cin’s ass was in my lap, grinding on me, and I… burst into giggles.

  I don’t know why I burst into giggles.

  It wasn’t that it was funny, it was just… different.

  Cin looked over her shoulder at me, grinning. “You gotta stop, or I’m gonna start laughing too,” she warned, then bent over, hands on the ground, shaking her ass in my face.

  That was funny.

  I full on laughed then, and true to her word, she did too, as she turned to face me and straddled my lap, which put her breasts right in my face.

  “How many drinks did you let him give you?” she asked, still dancing.

  “Just two,” I giggled.

  She shook her head. “Plus the one I gave you? Yeah, you’re going to be nice and loose for this next part.”

  I had no idea what “this next part” was, but I was loose now. I looked for Jordan, who was a little behind us, just standing back and watching, looking completely amused. I grinned at him, then laughed again, at Cin’s breasts in my face. Again, not funny, just so completely different than anything I’d ever experienced that laughing was the only thing I could seem to do.

  She looked good, smelled good, her skin was soft, and the girl could friggin’ move. If all strippers were like her – and from what I’d seen, the ones at Arch & Point were – it was very, very easy to see why people frequented the club. Hell, I was very “strictly dickly” and I was pretty damned turned on by the time the music ended.

  No wonder I’d had to pull Jordan out of here so many times.

  Jordan and I gave Cin a round of applause when the song was over, and she disappeared again, backstage. Jordan dropped onto the seat beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me practically into his lap.

  “Was that hot for you?” I asked, looking up into his face. “Watching her dance on me?”

  He frowned, then chuckled. “Hell yes. What kind of question is that?”

  “I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I’m just asking.”

  “Are you having a good time?”

  I tipped my head to the side. “Surprisingly… yes. I guess I’m just wondering why this for your birthday… with me? Wouldn’t the strip club be more fun with your homeboys?”

  “I don’t know about more fun, but definitely different. I’m not missing that right now though. I’m enjoying being out with you. Seeing you let loose, have fun. That’s the sexy part, honestly.”

  “Oh please,” I scoffed. “Her ass and titties were in my face, and that wasn’t the sexy part?”

  Jordan shook his head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. That was sexy. But seeing… the uncertainty on your face, like you didn’t know what was happening, and then you relaxing, and laughing. You getting into it, enjoying yourself. Made me want to take you up outta here and have a different kind of fun,” he teased, nuzzling my neck with his face.

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously.”

  “What are y’all over there whispering about?” Cin asked, as she came back in. She’d gone through her third wardrobe change into more clothing – a cute little black dress that was sexy, but less revealing than what I had on.

  Before either of us could answer, she hel
d up her hands. “Don’t actually answer that,” she teased. “My innocent ears don’t need to know. I do need to know if you’re ready for the final act of the show.”

  I looked back at Jordan, who nodded, so I nodded to her. “Sure.”

  She smiled. “Excellent. Get in his lap.”

  My eyes went wide. “Uh… what?”

  Cin’s smile grew even wider, and she grabbed my hands. “Get up,” she said, pulling me up. “And get in your man’s lap,” she finished, gently pushing me down onto my target.

  Jordan’s hands immediately went to my thighs, as a very, very familiar song began to play from the speakers, and the lights went down to the deep purple again.

  Cin stood right in front me, looking me in the face, and spoke low enough that only I could hear her.

  “Move. Show him what you’d do if I wasn’t in this room.”

  She winked at me as she moved back to give me some space, and as if she was controlling me by remote… I moved.

  I did a slow grind into Jordan’s lap, syncing the movements of my hips with Janet’s music as she sang about her lover’s hand moving up her thigh. I closed my eyes, not really thinking about what I was doing, just moving. This song took my mind back to my sophomore year of college, when it played in the background while Jordan helped me experience my first time.

  He remembered.

  “Toss your hair back at him,” Cin whispered to me, playing coach as I anchored my hands on his knees for leverage and did what she said. “Now stay up. Let him see you wind your hips and ass. Let him see what he can’t have right now.”

  I grinned. Now this was fun. I was no great dancer, had never been, but with Cin’s words directing and encouraging me, I felt like the hottest bitch on the planet – and must have looked like it too. I gasped at the feeling of Jordan’s hands at the back of my thighs as I stood bent in front of him, the skirt of my dress barely covering the important parts. I was twirling it, right in his face, so close that I could feel his breath as he muttered, “Goddamnit, Nicki.”

  “Uh-uh-uh,” Cin said, when he grabbed the hem of my dress, attempting to pull it up. “You know there’s no touching, even in the VIP room, Mr. Johnson. Now I have to hold you down.”

  I giggled at Jordan’s curses after that, and kept dancing in his face. A few seconds later, Cin called out to me, and I looked over my shoulder to see Jordan looking pissed. Cin was standing behind him, and had his arms draped across the back of the couch, with her holding his wrists. Everybody in the room knew he could easily break her grasp, but he was a good enough sport to play along.

  “Cole, go ahead and turn all the way around. Let’s show him what happens to naughty boys.”

  Fuck.

  They were torturing me.

  There was nothing else to call it when I had Cole in my lap, grinding on my dick, and I wasn’t supposed to be touching her.

  Torture.

  “Look at her,” Cin whispered to me as Cole moved onto her knees, putting her perfect titties right in my face. “Front Office has a little freak in her, doesn’t she?”

  All I could do was nod.

  When I told Nicki to meet me here, I hadn’t expected her to show up looking like she did, making the women who actually worked here look busted. Bright red lips, smoky eyes, short ass dress with a dip in the front that when damn near to her navel, sexy hair, and fuck me heels. All of that was in my face right now, and she smelled like a damned divinity.

  Part of it was whatever perfume she was wearing, and part of it was just her. She was hot – turned on. Turned the fuck up, and putting off pheromones that had me ready to devour her whole.

  “Should I tell him your secret, Cole?” Cin asked, as Nicki lowered herself back to my lap, rocking her hips against mine in a slow rhythm that had me hard enough to break through concrete. She looked at me, then lazily licked her lips before she pulled the bottom one between her teeth, and nodded.

  Cin giggled, then leaned to whisper, “She’s not wearing anything under that dress.” She gripped my wrists tighter as soon as she dropped that bomb, and Nicki gave me the sexiest smirk as she draped her arms over my shoulders. “I saw, when I spread her legs to dance on her,” Cin said loud enough for both of us to hear, and then just to me, “She has a very pretty pussy. You want to touch, don’t you?”

  “Y’all are trying to fucking kill me,” I muttered, and closed my eyes as I dropped my head to the back of the couch. “Game over.”

  “Uh-uh,” Cin laughed. “Not till she says so. You ready for him?” she asked Nicki. I opened my eyes in time to see her teasing smile as she shook her head. The song was winding down, and she was dancing harder, keeping with the rhythm and beat of the song, looking so sexy it physically hurt.

  She didn’t stop moving until the song was completely over, and then signaled that Cin could let me go. “Aiight,” she said, releasing my wrists, and moving away from us. “The room is yours for the night. Have fun.”

  Neither of us moved until Cin had left the room. The first thing I did was go for the hem of Nicki’s dress, wanting to see if she really was naked underneath. She laughed, knocking my hands away. Then she looked me right in the eyes as she shifted out of my lap, positioning herself between my legs as she sank to her knees.

  She was very deliberate in the unfastening of my pants, and I sucked in a breath when she tugged my boxers down, freeing my dick. She held it in her hands, gently stroking, staring at it as if it was some new discovery. And then she put out her tongue and licked me like she was hungry, and my dick was her own personal treat.

  She grinned as her tongue left the tip, meeting my gaze with a wicked ass look in her eyes. “Happy Birthday,” she said, then took me into her mouth, and as far as I could tell, attempted to swallow me whole.

  “Fuck,” I growled, damn near coming up out of my seat as she swirled her tongue around me, teasing my head.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, sounding like she was enjoying herself nearly as much as I was. She closed her mouth on me, still teasing with short little suctions, peppering my dick with kisses, and generally driving me crazy.

  I closed my eyes again as she finally stopped playing, taking me down into her warm throat. My hands went to her head, and I buried my fingers in her hair as she moved up and down on me, moaning and groaning as she sucked, her sounds of pleasure making it twice as good.

  “What the hell are you trying to do to me girl?” I asked, gripping her hair.

  She gave one more good suck before she released me from her mouth to smile. “Making it a birthday to remember.” She gave me that sexy smirk again before she dipped her head to take my balls in her mouth as she jacked me with a fisted hand. She only did that for a few moments before her mouth was on me again, licking and sucking and making me really goddamn sure I wasn’t letting her go again.

  I pulled her up, then stood myself, bending her over the couch. She was still in those heels, and her dress had hiked up around her hips, leaving her bare, and completely open. She was already wet – always wet – and squirming from the position I had her in, waiting for me.

  I covered her clit with my mouth, giving her a slow suck before I buried my face in the sweetness between her legs, licking and sucking and dipping my tongue in, not trying to miss a single drop. She was sensitive here – had been since I met her. It didn’t take long before her legs were shaking, but I wasn’t done. I wrapped an arm around her thighs, anchoring her as I devoured her, spurred on by her uninhibited screams of pleasure.

  I gently tugged her clit between my teeth, knowing exactly what she liked. I was rewarded with a loud, blissful whimper as her arms gave out under her, and I licked and sucked, and left nibbles all over her ass cheeks until she was begging me to stop teasing.

  So I pushed my fingers into her, covered her with my mouth, and gave her what she was asking for. She gripped the top of the couch as helpless gasps and whimpers spilled from her lips, and I kept licking, kept stroking her until she came.

  She col
lapsed into the couch and I pulled her right back up, spreading her legs wide. I aimed my dick at her opening, teasing until she was dripping with fresh wetness, then plunged inside, gratified by the way her body immediately gripped around me.

  I wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her close as I stroked into her. Our moans and groans bounced off the walls, mingling with the music, punctuated by the wet slap of skin on skin as I drove my hips against hers.

  “Jordan,” she whimpered, and I pulled her up to kiss the back of her neck as I slammed into her. I pushed my free hand between her legs, circling her clit with my fingers until she was squirming against me again, forced into another orgasm.

  I plunged into her one last time, damn near roaring as I came. We buckled, breathless, onto to the couch, laughing as I pulled her into my arms.

  “Was this birthday everything you imagined,” she teased, wiping sweaty strands of hair from her face.

  I shook my head. “Not yet baby. Round two when I get you home.”

  Nineteen.

  “Lunch is pretty easily the most “Who, us? Oh, no. We’re definitely not screwing.” meal of the day. Dinner looks like you’re probably having sex later, and what are you doing together early enough in the morning for breakfast if you weren’t swapping body fluids the night before? Brunch… could work, but who wants to eat eggs at eleven o clock? Lunch. Yeah, definitely lunch.”

  That was the reasoning Nicki used. Her justification for asking me to share our first for real public meal together since we’d made things official. She proposed that we eat at Sucre Noir, the same place I’d met with Chloe, since it was a local favorite of hers – a new fact for me to learn about her.

  I swallowed my first reaction of, “Why shouldn’t we look like we’re screwing. I want you to look like I was knee deep in that pussy last night.” , and took her request for what it was: testing the minefield. We were almost two months into our relationship, according to the timing she was going by. We could have a meal together, enjoy ourselves in public, and see what – if any – the fallout would be. Would anybody freak out about it? If not, maybe it led to a standing date, which led to dinner, which led… right into offseason, when the media wasn’t all over the NFL players’ nuts as much.