by K. C. Crowne
“Thank you so much, Graham. You were wonderful,” Liv said. She was sweaty, and her blonde hair was messy. She was grinning from ear-to-ear, though, which is exactly what I wanted to see from my best friend at her bachelorette party.
“I think you’ve worn the girls out,” I called out to him.
“Not me, I could go all night,” Jenny announced, turning her eyes to Graham.
But Graham didn’t even notice her. He reached for his pants and pulled them up, and I couldn’t stop staring at him. I didn’t want him to cover up. I wanted to stare at those glorious muscles and inky black tattoos all night. He had a body like Chris Hemsworth – massive and hard. He could easily take over the role of Thor with his size and fit body.
His hair was dark but trimmed close to his head. A military haircut if I ever saw one. There were hints of grey in the trimmed beard on his face, but thankfully the beard didn’t cover up his face entirely. His jaw and cheekbones appeared to be chiseled from stone, much like his chest. His face might have looked too masculine, but his eyes were friendly and soft, which was exactly what drew me to him. I was a sucker for men with sweet eyes and a kind face.
He looked too good to be real. But he was a stripper, so of course he was supposed to look good. My expectations were definitely exceeded by him, however.
Graham didn’t bother putting on his shirt before walking over to me. I had paid beforehand, but I knew it was customary to tip strippers. I reached into my purse and pulled out the cash, ready to hand it to him.
“Whoa there, beautiful,” Graham said. He had a hint of a southern accent that drove me absolutely crazy. “No need to pay me.”
“It’s just a tip for a job well-done,” I explained, holding out the cash. “You did an amazing job, and the girls all look exhausted and happy, so thank you for making our night special.”
“I don’t need a tip,” he said, not reaching for the cash. I pushed my hand forward, trying to force it into his hand, but he wouldn’t budge. He nudged it back to me gently, raising his brow and giving me a serious look. “I mean it. I had as much fun as they did.”
“No, I insist on paying you for your performance,” I said, trying again unsuccessfully to put the money in his hand.
“If you insist on paying me, why don’t you do me a favor instead?”
“What kind of favor?” I asked warily.
“Just a drink,” he said, holding his hands up. “Nothing more than that. I’d just like to sit down with you and have a drink. Nothing more.”
“A drink?” My lips formed a smile of their own volition. “Nothing more?”
“I’m not the pushy type, darlin’, and if you’re not interested in anything else, I’ll settle for whatever you’re willing to give me.”
“Handsome and a gentleman too,” I commented, unable to stop myself from giggling. “Well, I might have to take you up on that. I just need to finish the party and maybe we can meet afterward?”
“I’d love that.”
“It might be late…”
“I’ll wait up.” I tried once more to give him the money, but he backed away from me, hands up. “I don’t need your money, Emmy. I just want to get to know you better.”
Graham grabbed his shirt and put it back on, and before he exited the bar, he slipped me a piece of paper with his phone number on it.
“Call me as soon as you’re done here,” he said with a wink.
Ooo000ooo
“Since we have to be up bright and early, I think we should call it a night,” Liv announced around eleven. She yawned into her hand. “It’s clear I’m too old for this, and I don’t want dark circles under my eyes tomorrow.”
None of our gang were big into partying. We’d played a few silly games, danced to some songs, but I could tell we were all ready to call it an evening.
“Get in, Emmy,” our designated driver, Carrie, said. “I’ll drop you off at the hotel before taking Liv home.”
“Oh no, it’s fine. I can walk,” I told her. “It’s right across the street.”
The rain had let up. It was still drizzling, but the downpour from earlier had blown over.
Carrie gave me a look. “Are you sure?”
“It’s literally right there,” I laughed and pointed. “And it’s in the opposite direction you’re going. It’s easier for me to walk. Besides, I could use some fresh air.”
“You’ll get soaked.”
I pulled an umbrella from my purse and held it up. That seemed to satisfy her, but she still gave me a look. I had no intention of calling it a night. I had a call to make. And I didn’t need curious bridesmaids asking questions.
As soon as the cars pulled away, I headed to my hotel. I reached into my purse and found the slip of paper with Graham’s phone number on it. I mulled over the decision in my head – I knew I shouldn’t, I wasn’t the type of girl to sleep with someone I just met, but he did offer to just grab a drink. I had no idea where we’d go now, since the bar was closed for the night. We’d rented it for the entire evening.
Still, Graham had sworn he only wanted a drink, and I liked him. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and I wasn’t tired yet, so why the hell not?
I pulled out the slip of paper along with my phone and dialed the number quickly before I could change my mind. He answered on the first ring.
“Graham?” I asked.
“Hello beautiful,” he murmured, that sweet southern drawl making me weak in the knees. “Whatcha up to?”
“Well, the party just ended, and I’m walking back to my hotel room. I’m right across the street from the bar. Thought I’d give you a call and see what you wanted to do.” I bit my lip. This was so unlike anything I’d ever done; I had no idea what to say. I felt like I couldn’t breathe as I waited for his response.
“I’m just down the street, didn’t want to go very far. I can come pick you up if you’d like. We can grab a bite to eat or—”
“I’d love that,” I interrupted, stopping him before he finished his sentence.
Not that I would come out and say it, but I wanted him in a way I’d never wanted anyone before. It was a pure, carnal need. If given the chance, I would let him have his way with me and enjoy every second of it. Just hearing his voice over the phone nearly caused my panties to melt right off my body.
“Meet you at your hotel,” he said and ended the call.
I walked into the hotel parking lot, which was mostly empty. I waited out front for him, enjoying the crisp, Utah air. I hadn’t lived in Liberty for many years. Ever since my dad packed us up and moved to Vegas when I was fourteen. But even though Vegas was technically my home, Liberty felt like where I belonged. Maybe one day I’d come back, settle down, and have my own family here.
A pickup truck pulled into the parking lot and parked near me. Graham stepped down from the massive beast of a vehicle and walked my way. My eyes moved over his body. I’d seen him mostly naked, sure, but his muscular form in those tight jeans and t-shirt was still a sight for sore eyes. He smiled at me, and my knees went weak.
“Well hello there, beautiful,” he said. “So did you have a good time at your party?”
“Sure did, though I have to admit, it would have been better if you’d stayed.” I flashed a flirty smile at him.
“I don’t know if men are allowed at bachelorette parties unless they’re taking their clothes off,” he joked.
“You could have continued doing that. I doubt anyone would have cared.”
He looked away for a second and covered his face with his hand, pretending to run it over his beard. I’d embarrassed him.
“The private show offer is still on the table, you know. And I don’t expect payment for it either,” he said. “It would be completely free for you.”
“So am I a VIP or something now?”
“Oh yes, you’re very important, Emmy,” he flirted.
Hearing him say my name in his rough voice with his southern twang was seriously one of the hottest things I’d ever heard
. Very few people called me Emmy - mostly just Liv and the girls I grew up with in Liberty. In Vegas and at college, I was Emilia.
I didn’t correct him. The intimacy of him calling me by my nickname – a nickname my mother had given me as a child – was incredibly arousing.
“I might just take you up on that offer, then,” I said with a playful wink. “Your place or mine?”
“We’re already here, aren’t we?”
He had a point. I had to be up early for the wedding preparations the next day, but this was only going to be a quick fling – nothing more. I didn’t see us hanging out and grabbing breakfast in the morning.
“Alright,” I said. “My place it is. Right this way.”
“One question first,” Graham said, giving me a once over.
“Go for it.”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?” he asked.
“One glass of champagne during a toast, but that was two hours ago,” I confessed. “I don’t typically drink alcohol. Not much, anyway.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want you to do anything you regret.”
I couldn’t contain my smile. “Oh trust me, handsome. I’m not going to regret anything we do tonight.”
Who am I right now? I thought to myself. Everything I was doing and saying was so unlike me, but I just couldn’t help it. My libido was definitely in charge tonight.
I turned and walked into the main entrance of the hotel. It was late, which was why I was surprised to see owner Leah Barnes working the counter still. Leah’s family had been friends with mine, and even though she was a couple years older than me, she still remembered me from high school.
Leah flashed us a friendly smile as we entered. She looked past me at Graham and cocked her eyebrow but didn’t say a word as we walked past her and down the hall to the rooms.
As soon as we were in the room, something primal kicked in for both of us. Once the door was closed, we no longer tried to carry on a conversation or even pretend that we were there for anything other than sex.
Graham lifted me into those strong arms, my feet dangling off the floor as our lips smashed together. I felt small next to him and it was hot as hell.
My mouth opened, and his tongue danced with mine. My breasts pressed against his chest, and my nipples were already hard. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let him carry me the rest of the way into the room. He laid me down on the bed gently and stood before me.
“Are you gonna dance for me?” I teased.
“Only if you want me to.”
“As long as you take it all off this time.”
His eyes sparkled with a heat, and his mischievous grin caused an ache between my legs. I’d never felt like I needed someone inside me so badly.
Graham began moving his hips to invisible music. I sat up so I could get a better look of him as he lifted off his shirt. I practically drooled all over myself at the sight of him. I could now see some of his tattoos.
“Semper Fi? You’re a Marine?” I asked, astonished.
“Former Marine,” he corrected.
“Why did you leave?” I wanted to ask what made him become a stripper but thought my question might be tasteless and rude.
Graham pointed to some scars on his shoulder. I’d noticed them while dancing, but seeing them at this angle, I realized they were likely from serious injuries.
“Got shot in the shoulder, chest, and leg,” he revealed. “There’s some muscle damage, and doctors told me I had to take it easy. You can’t really take it easy in the Marines, so I retired.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Suddenly the mood in the room took a drastic, sad turn, and I felt bad for even asking. “It’s none of my business, I shouldn’t have said anything—”
Graham leaned down and took my face into his hands, silencing me with a kiss. “Don’t worry about it, darlin’. You can ask me anything you want. I’m an open book.”
I ran my fingers over that perfect chest, tracing the Semper Fi letters as I stared into his eyes. They were not quite brown, but not really green either. They could go either direction depending on the lighting. I’d never seen eyes like that, and I was drawn into them, wishing I could stare into them all night.
But there was more to this show than just his eyes.
He stepped back and resumed the dancing with a cheeky grin on his face. He removed his belt and tossed it to the side with a dramatic swish that had me giggling like a teenage girl. He shot me a seductive, playful look as he lowered his pants - boxers and all. But before he exposed himself completely, he turned around, flashing me a glance of that impeccable, tight ass.
“You tease!” I laughed. “I want to see it all.”
“Well, how about this – I show you mine if you show me just a little bit more of you?” He glanced over his shoulder.
“I’m wearing a dress, so it’s practically all or nothing.”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with darlin’.”
I shot him a teasing grin as I kicked off my heels. I dangled my feet in the air at him. He dropped his pants, along with his underwear, to the floor and stepped out of them, still not facing me.
“Those are some of the prettiest feet I’ve ever seen,” he teased.
“Sure,” I laughed. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He gasped, pretending to be scandalized by my words. “No, there aren’t any other girls – just you right now, Emmy.”
My cheeks and chest turned bright red as I blushed. “Would you like to see a little more?”
“Hell yes.”
I had to stand up, so I pushed myself off the bed and lifted my dress off my body. Thankfully there was no zipper or anything, so I could do it all on my own. I let my dress fall to the side of the bed.
I stood in front of Graham with only a black lace bra and matching panties. I raised my eyes to meet his gaze, and he turned around in that moment, letting me see all of him for the first time.
I audibly gasped, covering my mouth as I stared at his naked body. The smooth muscles in his abs leading down to that perfect V, pointing down even lower.
“Wow.” I hadn’t meant to say the word out loud. It simply slipped from my mouth. It was hard to stand there and look at him without lizard brain kicking in.
He was hard as a rock for me. His cock was too thick for my hand to wrap around fully, I knew that for sure. And I was a virgin with absolutely no experience having sex. How is that going to fit inside me? I thought.
Just imagining it sent a warm tingle down below. It might hurt at first, but the experience would be worth it. It’s not every day you get an opportunity to have sex with a man like Graham – ripped body, good looks, and friendly personality to boot. All of that and a massive cock. It simply wasn’t fair to the rest of the men in the world that someone like Graham existed. None of them would stand a chance against him. And I’d probably be ruined for all other men for life. But what a way to go.
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even notice he was coming toward me until he lifted my chin.
With a boyish grin, he said, “My eyes are up here.”
“I’m sorry, I—”
“Shh,” he said, pressing a fingertip to my lips. “Don’t apologize for anything, you hear me? You could do no wrong tonight, sugar.”
He leaned down and kissed my lips, stealing my breath. Then he moved lower, dotting kisses along my neck. I closed my eyes and let out a pleasurable sigh, melting into his arms.
“May I remove the rest of your clothes?”
I nodded, unable to find the words to speak in that moment.
He reached around and unhooked my bra, letting it fall forward. He stepped back from me, letting the fabric fall to the floor.
“Damn,” he let out a low whistle as he stared at my mostly nude body.
He took my breasts into his massive hands. He needed large hands to hold them. My soft, pale skin against his naturally tanned, rough hands was a beautiful sight. My pink nipples were hard and ready, begg
ing to be touched.
Graham brought his mouth to my nipple, his tongue circling it and nearly bringing me to my knees. No one had ever touched me like this or kissed me so intimately; it was all so new to me. My skin ached to be touched, to feel his lips pressed against every inch.
Graham sucked on the nipple, eliciting a whimper. I ran my hands over his head. His hair was short but soft to the touch. My nails practically dug into his scalp.
“Please…” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for exactly, I just knew I needed something. Anything. Whatever he would give me.
“Please what?” he asked.
“I need you, Graham,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
He slipped my panties off and let them fall to my ankles, and I stepped out of them, backing into the bed. He nudged me into a seated position on the edge, and I happily obeyed. I was like clay in hands, willing to do or be anything he wanted me to be, as long as I would have him all to myself.
He pushed my thighs open, exposing my most intimate parts. His fingers brushed against my lips, parting those as well.
“Mmm, you’re so wet for me, beautiful,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want—” I wasn’t sure how to ask for it. My inexperience was clearly showing, and my cheeks flushed again.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, lifting his lustful gaze to mine.
I nodded, nibbling my lip.
“Then I need you to tell me.” His fingers circled my clit, teasing me even more. My body yearned to be filled, and it felt like something was missing inside me.
I wasn’t sure if this was some sort of power play, or if he just wanted to be crystal clear that I was consenting. Either way, I found it incredibly hot.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, my voice low.
He pulled his hand away from between my legs and lifted my chin up to look him in the eye. “Louder, sweetheart. I couldn’t hear you.” There was a dark look in his eyes. As if he could hardly contain himself, but for some reason, he wanted to play a little game with me instead of rushing all in.
I cleared my throat. “I want you to fuck me,” I said, speaking louder than before.