by Lane Hart
No, if Rita had agreed to dance for me for a grand, I would’ve enjoyed the hell out of it, but I wouldn’t have laid a finger on her. Since she wouldn’t, it made me want her even more.
Speaking of my woman, the place is so busy that Rita didn’t see us come in, and there were no seats available in her half of the club. The other waitress asked if I wanted her to trade, but I told her no thanks. I’m not going to bother the woman while she’s working, knowing how much she needs the tip money.
After Felicity finishes her dance to “Sex Type Thing,” the guys take off. I’m content sipping on my bottle of beer alone while watching Rita rush around from table to table, a pleasant enough smile on her face when she speaks to customers. When she turns away, though, I see her wince, figuring her feet are probably killing her.
Tonight, I’ll rub them for her and any other part of her body that hurts. That is, if she hasn’t changed her mind about inviting me over.
Everything is going great until last call around two a.m. when the men still here are all too drunk to leave. One of them, a twenty-something frat boy sitting with three of his buddies, tucks a tip down the front of Rita’s dress. And if that had been all that he did, it would’ve been fine. But then, he stupidly thought it afforded him the opportunity to give her tit a squeeze.
Before I even realized I had stood up, I’m halfway across the room, yanking the kid up by his polo shirt.
“Nolan!” Rita exclaims in surprise.
“Apologize to her now or I’ll cut that wandering little hand of yours off,” I warn him through gritted teeth.
“S-sorry, ma’am.”
“Now you need to get the fuck out of here.” I give him a shove toward the entrance, but then his drunken friends find their balls and decide to stand up for him.
“Nolan, stop,” Rita says over the music. “You’re going to get me in trouble!”
“Chill, dude,” one of them says, distracting me from her. “It’s a titty bar. What did you expect?”
“I expect you to keep your fucking hands to yourself until a woman asks you to touch her!”
“How about we take this outside?” the biggest of the group asks when he stands up with the other two boys. If I had to guess, he’s probably some kind of athlete. I don’t give a fiery fuck. I can still take all four of them, even if they were sober, and if I had wanted to. With them drunk? Hell, it would be like whooping up on toddlers based on the way they’re swaying on their feet.
It doesn’t come to that when Abel and Hugo make an appearance, coming over to stare them down with me.
“We got a problem?” Hugo asks.
“Just teaching some assholes proper club manners,” I inform him.
The frat boys look at each other and then shrug before they hustle their touchy-feely friend out the door.
“Nolan, what are you doing here?” Rita asks, grabbing my arm to pull me to the bar so we’re not drawing everyone’s attention from the stage.
“How often does that shit happen?”
“It’s fine. They were just messing around,” she says, excusing their behavior.
“No one should get to grab you like that!”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” a deep voice asks behind me. Turning around, I find the tall, broad bouncer wearing all black, standing about two inches taller than me, but with about thirty extra pounds around his waistline. His thinning, dirty blond hair looks like it’s having trouble covering the enormity of his giant dome.
“I’m Nolan, and I was doing your job for you. You’re welcome.”
His fists clench, and Rita stupidly jumps in between us, putting a hand on my chest and his to hold us back.
“Lance, I’m sorry. Nolan is leaving now, aren’t you?” she snaps at me.
“Sure,” I agree. “If Lance here is going to finally pull his head out of his fat ass long enough to watch out for the women working like he’s supposed to.”
The bouncer’s face turns the brightest shade of red.
“Come on, man,” Hugo says, grabbing my shoulder and urging me in the opposite direction. “Don’t get us kicked out of here just when it started getting interesting.”
“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” the manager, Johnny I think is his name, asks when he comes wandering out of the back office in his cheap brown suit.
“Nah, man. We’re all good,” I assure him; but when I take one last glance at Rita, I’m not so sure about that.
Chapter Seven
Rita
“What in the world were you thinking?” I shout at Nolan as soon as I walk out the back door of the club and find him waiting in the parking lot. There’s still about twenty feet between us, but I’m sure he heard me.
“Why do you put up with that bullshit?” is the biker’s response.
“Because I need the money! And that stupid little macho act of yours could have gotten me fired!”
“That stupid little macho act of mine wouldn’t have been necessary if the lazy ass bouncer or manager were doing their jobs!”
“Gee, Nolan, that’s a really great idea in theory, but it’s not how this place works, okay? The world won’t end if some prick wants to give me twenty bucks to grab my tit.”
“Yeah? And then what? He’ll think he can grab your pussy for a certain price? You wouldn’t dance for me no matter how much I offered you, remember? If only I had known I didn’t have to ask and you would just go along with it!”
A bark of non-humorous laughter escapes me. “What choice do I have?”
“Your choice is kicking him in the nuts or letting me beat his ass,” he says simply.
“If I kicked every man who touched me like that in the nuts, I would get fired for sure. And there’s no way you can take on every jerk who grabs me.”
“Oh yeah? Try me!” Nolan replies confidently.
When I realize he’s serious, some of my anger at his interference fades. “What men do in strip clubs isn’t always right or proper, but it’s the way it is. You have to put up with the bad shit if you want to make the good tips.”
“I don’t like it,” he mutters.
“That’s too bad.”
“Too bad that some stranger gets to touch you like that when I can’t?” he asks. “And I know you want me to, but you’re barely giving me an inch no matter how hard I try…”
“I do want you,” I admit softly. “Which is why I’m going to forgive you for nearly getting me fired, if you promise not to come back into the club again.”
“Seriously?” he asks.
“I’m dead serious, Nolan. You can’t interfere with my job, and you can’t expect me to quit working here just because you don’t like me being around drunk, grabby men. We just met! I had bills to pay before you came along, and I’ll still have bills to pay after you leave.”
“There is no after me,” he says.
“Sure. Right. Whatever you –”
My words are cut off abruptly when he swoops down and covers my mouth with his. His kiss is so forceful, I would’ve been knocked backward if not for his arms winding around my back holding me to him.
After a few teasing strokes of his tongue against mine, some of my tension finally leaves my body. I lift my hands to Nolan’s neck, tugging him down by gripping the back of his hair in my fists. Our kiss deepens until I’m certain that I’m either going to pass out from a lack of oxygen or have him right here and now.
Finally, Nolan’s mouth pulls away, leaving both of us gasping as he stares down at me. His golden, whiskey-colored eyes are so dark with desire I think I could drown in them.
“There is no after me,” he repeats again in a tone that leaves no room for argument.
“Okay,” I say, wishing I believed that. Then I tell him, “If I don’t take these heels off soon, they may fuse together with my bones.”
“We can’t have that now, can we?” Nolan says, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it.
“See you back at my place?” I ask.
“God, yes,” he agrees.
Nolan
“So, this is my place, nothing special,” Rita whispers as we step inside her quiet apartment, only the soft light in the kitchen illuminating it.
She stops at the entrance long enough to take off her shoes. Then, holding them in one hand, she takes mine with the other and leads the way to her bedroom.
Rita lets my fingers fall from hers to go over and flip on the lamp on her nightstand.
“You can, um, close and lock the door if you want,” she suggests.
Fuck yes I want to. A second later, we’re alone inside the room.
Rita looks nervous as she flits around the space, avoiding eye contact as she tosses her shoes in her closet and goes into her bathroom to turn on the light. Sticking her head out, she says, “I’m going to take a quick shower to wash the day off. Make yourself comfortable.”
“Take your time,” I tell her, and then she disappears, closing the door to have some time to herself.
Hell, she’s not the only one nervous. I may not have known her long, but I already care about her more than any other woman in a long time. I know she doesn’t usually bring men home, which means she sees something in me that convinced her to give me a shot. Here’s hoping I don’t fuck it up.
I get undressed and slip under the covers to wait while glancing around the room, taking in little pieces of Rita that most people don’t get to see. There’s a paperback on the nightstand gathering dust on the cover like she wants to read it but hasn’t had time. Her closet door is still open, and there are various suits mixed in with a group of black dresses for the club. A few different pairs of shoes are lined up underneath, nothing crazy or excessive like other women I’ve known, probably because Rita doesn’t have the money to waste on shit like that.
The one framed picture on the wall is small and is a beach scene of a lighthouse. It doesn’t look like a painted reproduction but like an actual snapshot someone, maybe Rita, took and had enlarged. The photo is simple but beautiful. I can’t help but wonder if the location holds some type of significance, like it reminds her of a vacation she took with her family when they were alive.
Family is the one topic I don’t want to start thinking about if I want to get an erection in a little while, so I look for a distraction – opening the closest nightstand drawer to take a peek inside.
The top one is full of sexy satin nightgowns. When I open the second drawer, I chuckle at the sight of a dick-shaped vibrator with the little bunny ear-looking things jutting out of one part. Good to know she won’t have any problem taking my cock if she can handle that thing.
Just picturing Rita in bed at night, shoving that thing inside of her to give herself pleasure makes me rock hard. I reach under the covers and give my lengthening shaft a few strokes to get it good and ready.
Fuck, it feels like I’ve been waiting a lifetime to be with this woman.
Good thing there’s also an unopened box of condoms in that drawer too.
When Rita finally comes out of the bathroom, she’s wearing a short, pale pink robe that I can’t wait to take off her. But then my eyes lift to her face watching me in her bed. While there is definitely some excitement there as her cheeks pink up, I notice her eyes are so heavy they may close and not open again any second now.
“Come lay down, baby. You look exhausted,” I tell her when she stands at the bathroom door looking uncertain of what happens next.
“I am,” she says when she pads over to the other side of the mattress. I peel back the covers for her to climb on in. “But tomorrow I get to sleep in. Thank goodness.” She flashes me a nervous smile, and then my dick is the least of my concerns.
This poor woman is working herself to death, so I want to make tonight about her and nothing else. I just want her to lay back and relax while I take care of her.
Leaning over, I cup the side of her face to kiss her lips softly, inhaling her vanilla and rose scent, making me wonder if she’ll taste as sweet as a cupcake. I plan to find out.
While the covers are still thrown back, I crawl on top of her, keeping my weight off her while kissing her lips a few more seconds before making my way down her neck, to her chest. I undo her loosely tied belt to part the top of her robe. Lifting one of her heavy breasts in my palm, I run my tongue around her nipple, giving her a preview of what I plan to do to her lower body.
“Nolan,” Rita whispers. Her eyes are closed, fingernails raking over my biceps and shoulders like she’s trying to pull me back up to her mouth.
“Lay back. Relax, Cherry Pie,” I lift my face to tell her. “Tonight, just let me make you feel good.”
“But…that’s not fair to you.”
“It’s more than fair for me,” I say as I take her nipple into my mouth and suck on it hard. “I’m here, in your bed with you, kissing you wherever I want.”
When I part the lower part of the robe to place a kiss on her stomach, she tenses up. “We should, um, turn the light off.”
“I don’t think so,” I tell her. A flick of my tongue in her belly button makes her gasp and squirm. Sitting back on my knees to look down at her lying naked under me, I tell her, “I’ve wanted to see your beautiful body like this for so long. Let me have that tonight, and the rest is for you. Okay?”
Both of my greedy hands go back to her breasts, wanting to make her forget the other hand that touched her tonight and only think about mine.
“Yeah, okay,” Rita agrees softly, eyelids heavy like she’s drifting away to a better place.
I move further down her body, leaving a kiss on her pelvis before licking at her inner thigh as my palms smooth down her legs until I reach her feet.
I rub her heel and arch while my lips continue tasting her calf and the inside of her knee.
Rita shivers and gasps before telling me, “I didn’t know having my feet rubbed would make me so wet.”
My hands and mouth pause at that sexy comment before I switch to the other side, working the soreness from her other poor foot. While I work out the kinks, Rita’s hands come down and start playing with her tits. She pinches her nipples, and I almost come right then and there it’s so hot.
Unable to wait any longer, I lower her foot to the mattress and run my palms down to her upper thighs, making her gasp as I get close to the place where she’s growing desperate for relief. I spread her legs wide enough to fit my shoulders between them, then assume the position – doing the best army crawl in the world until my tongue is close enough to swipe a path through her smooth folds.
“Oh god!” Rita cries out followed by my own muffled curse.
She wasn’t lying about being wet. And fuck, I love eating out a waxed pussy.
I take my time exploring her, finding the spots that make her jump and moan the most and filing them away for next time, because there damn sure is going to be a next time.
But when her moans turn to pleas, I finally put her out of her misery. I slide two fingers inside of her, pressing up against that magical spot while the tip of my tongue circles her clit. In no time at all, she’s trembling all over, flooding my mouth with her juices.
“So good! Oh, that’s…yes!” she cries out.
I have to restrain her with one hand pressing her pelvis down to keep licking her through the pleasurable waves.
And when her body finally stills, I glance up and find her eyes closed, lips parted, already drifting off to sleep.
Chapter Eight
Rita
It’s so nice to be able to sleep in on the weekends, to try and catch up on my sleep. Even though there’s daylight shining through the cracks in the blinds, I happily roll over…and find a man on the other side of me.
Nolan is laid on his side facing me, sleeping soundly, looking like a dream. One of his arms is lost under my pillow while the other is lying between us, almost like he’s reaching for me. All of the chiseled muscles in his arms and chest are on display, making my mouth water since he looks even better out of his clothes than I imagined
. Unable to resist seeing if the rest of him matches, I lift the sheets to get an uninterrupted view of his tall, naked body.
Jesus.
He has a six pack and those sexy lines on his hips, pointing toward his manly flesh that’s as awake as I am.
Suddenly I remember last night and drop the covers, mortified.
I remember showering, getting into bed, Nolan kissing my lips and moving lower before going down on me, giving me the most amazing orgasm ever. And then…nothing because I think I fell asleep.
No matter how exhausted I was, it’s such a waste to have passed out before touching and kissing the masculine perfection next to me.
And Nolan, God, I remember he was hard and ready as soon as I laid down, and I didn’t give him any relief.
“Morning,” his gravelly voice says softly, making me realize his eyes are cracked open, looking dark brown instead of amber first thing in the morning.
“Ah, good morning,” I reply. I lift my head to look over his shoulders to get a look at the clock. “Sorry, it’s good afternoon. We slept through lunchtime.”
“You needed it,” Nolan mutters. “And so did I after trying to match your insane schedule the last few days.”
“Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing, Cherry Pie.”
“But last night…”
His hand reaches over, his thumb tracing my lips. “Last night I finally got to help you to relax.”
My face flames in embarrassment since relaxing is one word for it.
“You should’ve woken me up afterward.”
“Why?” he asks, his fingers trailing down my shoulder and arm, coming to a stop on my hip underneath the covers. “You were finally getting some sleep that you needed.”
“I didn’t mean to leave you, ah, hanging.”
“I don’t mind a little delayed gratification.”
“Well, I do,” I argue. “For you, not me,” I clarify as I scoot closer to him, burrowing into the warmth of his chest, loving his masculine smell of leather and motorcycles. I kiss his throat and then his chest as I urge him to roll to his back.
