Climb (Club Kitten Dancers Book 3)

by Sophie Stern

  “Yeah. I wanted you to see my pussy.”

  “And you wanted me to taste you.”

  “Yeah.”

  “What else did you want, baby?”

  I press a soft, chaste kiss to her mound and she quivers in anticipation.

  “I wanted you to lick me, Elliott.”

  “Do you think about me when you touch yourself, sweetie?”

  “All the time.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Don’t you ever think about me?”

  “Constantly.”

  “It feels a little crazy, you know,” she says. “We’ve been friends for so long. I didn’t want to ruin it.”

  “It’s ruined, baby. It’s okay. This is better.”

  “Yeah,” she agrees. “This is so much better.”

  “I’m going to lick you now, Serenity. I’m going to lick you until you come.”

  “Please,” she whispers. “I’m so wet for you.”

  That’s all it takes. I can’t fucking hold back anymore. I want to be buried balls-deep in this sweetheart, and that’ll happen soon, but right now I just want to taste her.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She moves her legs apart and I don’t waste another second. I lick her quickly because I want her to feel this. I want her to feel every swipe of my tongue, every taste. I want her to quiver and shake and explode beneath my mouth.

  I want her to come so hard she never forgets the way I made her feel tonight. No matter what happens between us, no matter how amazing our future is, I want tonight to stand out in her mind.

  She groans, and my cock, which is already incredibly hard, gets even harder. Part of me feels like it’s going to explode, but I know that’s stupid. It’s not going to explode. I can deal with a little hardness in this moment.

  “You taste perfect,” I tell Serenity.

  “Really?”

  “You’re amazing. Delicious. Sweet.”

  “Is that so?” She says.

  “Shut up and come for me, baby.”

  “I need more,” she says.

  “Like this?” I lick her clit and slide a finger inside of her.

  “Yeah. Exactly like that.”

  “Hmm, or what about this?” I slip another finger inside and begin finger-fucking her as I continue to lick her sweet pussy.

  “Holy dragons,” Sassy says. “Is this for real? Oh, fuck. I’m close. I’m so close to coming again.”

  “That’s it, baby,” I want to keep talking dirty to her, but first, I want her to come again. She came hard the first time and I want to see how hard she’ll come the second time. I want to see how hard she’ll come when my lips are against her clit, when my mouth is pressed against her most private area.

  Her body tenses and I know she really is close. Just a few more seconds and she won’t be able to hold off the pleasure. Just a few more seconds. Just a few more licks.

  I pick up the tempo, licking even faster, and then it happens.

  Sassy comes a second time all over my mouth and tongue. She cries out louder than before. She cries out as her body shakes, as she shivers, as the pleasure washes over her and then Sassy’s whole body goes completely slack.

  “Elliott,” she whispers. “That was incredible.”

  Standing up, I step close to her.

  “Taste yourself on my lips,” I say, and I kiss her. I know she’s bisexual, so she’s tasted a woman before, and she’s probably tasted herself. Still, there’s something sexy about knowing the woman you’re with enjoys the taste of her own body.

  She licks my lips, lapping up every trace of her pleasure, and she smiles as she does.

  “Yummy,” she says.

  “Perfection,” I tell her.

  “Bedroom?” She asks.

  “Lead the way.”

  Chapter 9

  Sassy

  The moment is here.

  We’ve been playing around until this point. We’ve been having fun. At least, I’ve been having fun. Right now it’s 2-0 on orgasms, and I think it’s time for me to pay the piper, so to speak.

  I take Elliott’s hand and lead him out of the kitchen and over to the bedroom. I take a deep breath and push the door open.

  There’s no going back now.

  Not that I want to.

  I don’t.

  “Sit on the bed,” I tell him, and suddenly, I’m in my element. Suddenly, any nervousness I felt before this moment is gone. Suddenly, I’m ready for everything we’re about to do.

  When I was 15, my boyfriend dumped me for a girl who would put out. I spent the weekend crying and on Monday, when Elliott found out what had happened, he punched the guy square in the face.

  He’s always been there for me.

  He’s always looked after me.

  He’s always protected me.

  Even when we were fooling around in the kitchen, it was all about me. I was the star of the show. Everything we did was for my pleasure. Now it’s time for me to give a little bit of that back to him.

  “Are you going to dance for me?” Elliott asks, but he takes a seat.

  “I will always dance for you.”

  I open my laptop and pull up my favorite online playlist of songs, and the music begins. That’s all it takes. Just a little bit of music, and I’m ready. I’m empowered. I’m strong. Just a little bit of music, and I’m ready for anything.

  Obviously, I teach a variety of dance classes. My girls learn everything from spins to climbs to inversions. They learn how to transition between moves and how floor work can be beautiful, but they learn a lot of other things, too.

  One of my favorite things to teach is how to give a good lap dance.

  And that’s what I’m going to do right now.

  Elliott sits perfectly still as I straddle him.

  “You ready for me, big boy?”

  “I was born ready,” he says.

  “You’re really fucking handsome, you know that?” I touch his cheek softly. Then I kiss him. I can feel his hard cock through his jeans. I’m completely naked, but I can feel how hard his dick is. It’s so hard it must be almost painful, but I’m going to help him with that.

  In a little while, I’ll help him.

  Right now, I want to tease him a little bit more.

  “You’re pretty good-looking yourself, sweetie,” he says, and his hands move to my hips.

  “Did I say you could touch the dancer?”

  “I thought it would be all right.”

  “If you’re going to touch me, tiger, touch my tits.”

  He moves his hands to my breasts and palms them, and I smile as I continue to grind on him in time with the song.

  “Much better. You like that?”

  “You have great tits.”

  “I’ve been told that before.”

  “Well, I’m telling you again.”

  His comment makes me even more wet, and I fear his jeans are going to be completely destroyed. I’ll have to wash them for him. We’ll probably need stain remover. That’s all right. We’ll make it work.

  I kiss Elliott’s neck and bite him a little bit. The song switches and I keep going. I’m grinding on him, running my hands all over his body. I love every sensation that’s coursing through my veins, but I have a feeling it’s almost “go” time.

  It’s almost time to move on.

  It’s almost time for the next phase.

  I climb off his lap. He looks confused for a second, but I motion for him to stand, and then I begin to undress him. Neither one of us speaks as I do. I’ve never done this before. I’ve been with plenty of people, and I know Elliott has, too, but I’ve never undressed someone.

  Isn’t that strange?

  Out of all the people I’ve fucked, I’ve never taken the time to take off their clothes myself. That’s their job. At least, that’s how I’ve always viewed it. They can undress themselves. They don’t need me to do it. I’m their lover: not their parent.

  Only, today things feel different.
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br />   Today, I don’t feel like I’m parenting Elliott, I feel like I’m worshipping him.

  I feel like I’m taking care of him.

  I feel like I’m making the most of him.

  I manage to get his shirt off. I don’t know why I thought I couldn’t do it. I feel so confident in some ways, but insecure in others. He makes me feel sweet and wild at the same time. The shirt ends up on the floor and I run my hands over his abs.

  “You got fit,” I comment.

  “You, too.”

  “I remember when you were a chubby little teenager.”

  “I remember the same thing,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “But I think we both grew up, don’t you?”

  “That’s simplifying things a bit.”

  “What would you say?”

  “I’d say we went through hell and back together, Elliott. I would say we went to the fucking moon and saw the stars. I would say we broke, we cracked, and we put each other back together.”

  “It sounds sweet when you put it like that.”

  “I want to see your cock now.”

  “That just sounds dirty.”

  “I think you like me dirty.”

  “I like you any way, every way.”

  I unbutton his jeans and slide his fly down. Then he wiggles out of the pants and they fall to the floor. His boxers are still on.

  “Nice choice,” I comment. They’re purple with white kittens on them. It seems fitting, given the name of my dance club.

  I wonder if he knew I was going to be seeing his boxers tonight.

  I wonder if he was hoping I would.

  I kneel down and he lifts each foot as I tug the pants off and push them aside, too. Now there’s just one more thing holding us apart. Now there’s just one final thing between us.

  I should be seductive, the way he was. I should take his boxers with my teeth and pull them down, but the truth is that I’m not seductive like that. That’s not me. That’s Elliott.

  Elliott is slow and sensual and precise.

  He’s calculated.

  He’s cautious.

  He likes to plan things. He likes to do things and know what’s going to happen next. He likes to take his time. He’s methodical in everything he does, and that’s part of the reason the military is so good for Elliott.

  His precision is rewarded.

  It makes him a better airman and a better leader. He’s quick on his feet and he’s strong. He’s careful. He can quickly assess a situation and understand the risks and benefits of the choices he has to make.

  Me?

  I’m not Elliott.

  I’m not calm and patient.

  I’m a fucking dancer.

  And when I’m on stage performing, I don’t calculate the exact way a move is going to look. I’ve run through each combination a thousand times prior to the performance, but in the heat of the moment, I listen to my body. I listen to my heart. I listen to the fucking music, and then I climb, and move, and pose.

  I move my body in a way that feels good, in a way that makes sense in that moment.

  And right now, my body is telling me to get his cock in my mouth, so that’s what I do. I reach for his boxers and tug them down to his knees. At the same time, I lean forward and slide his cock between my lips. My hands are still on his boxers, which aren’t even completely off, and he lets out a sound of surprise.

  “Fuck, Serenity, fuck.”

  Yeah, that’s it. I’m a fucking badass. I raise my hands and grip his ass, pulling his cock forward. I want him deeper down my throat. I want all of him. I want everything he has to give me and more.

  His cock is hard. His skin is stretched tight and I know he’s been aching for me, but I’m going to make him feel so good. I’m going to make him feel incredible. He made me feel like a fucking goddess and now it’s my turn to repay the favor.

  I’m going to worship Elliott.

  I’m going to make him feel like he’s a damn king.

  I slow down for a moment and just slide my tongue up and down the sides of his cock. I tease and tantalize, then suck on the tip of his dick for a second. The groan that escapes his lips makes it all worth it to me.

  Kissing him here, sucking on him, licking him: it all makes me feel like I’m a sensual goddess, like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

  After a moment, I take him deep in my throat and swallow, sucking hard, and he hisses. He actually hisses, and he grabs my hair and pulls me away.

  “That’s enough, dirty girl.”

  His voice is harsh, tense, but when I look up at him, he smiles at me.

  “I want to come in your pussy.”

  Chapter 10

  Elliott

  I get her on the bed and I climb up, hovering over her.

  “I’m clean,” I tell her.

  “Me too,” she says quickly. “And I’m on the pill.”

  That’s all the permission I need to keep going, and I thrust into Sassy in one quick, smooth motion. She cries out and I do, too, because this feels amazing. This feels incredible. This feels like I’ve been missing out for years.

  Seriously, why didn’t I do this sooner?

  “Fuck, baby.”

  “You’re big,” she says.

  “You’re so tight.”

  “Because you’re so big,” she laughs.

  “I’m not that big,” I thrust into her again, loving the way she smiles during sex, loving the way she’s enjoying herself.

  I love how confident she is, how sweet she is. I love how relaxed and easygoing she is. She’s not nervous about getting things right or perfect. She’s just having fun. She’s just enjoying herself because she’s fucking Sassy.

  She’s my girl.

  “Seriously, baby, how big is your dick?” She asks.

  “Big enough to please you, I hope,” I smile, and then I kiss her. I kiss her as I make love to her because now this isn’t fucking. Now this truly is making love.

  Sassy is the girl of my dreams. She’s the girl I’ve been hoping for, the girl I’ve been waiting for. She’s the girl who made me the man I am today. She might not have known the impact she was having on me, but she changed me.

  She helped me grow.

  Sassy has always believed in me. Through thick and thin all of our lives, she’s believed in me and she’s been there. When I joined the Air Force, she was by my side. She even came to my basic training graduation ceremony. When I went to my first duty station, she came to see me. She wrote me. She got on webcam with me and chatted. Despite time differences, despite crazy work schedules, despite everything, she always made time for me.

  And now we’re in bed together.

  Part of me still can’t believe it.

  “I love you,” I whisper to her once more.

  “I love you, too, baby.”

  “I’ll always love you, Sassy.”

  “That’s a promise I’ll try to help you keep,” she smiles. “I know I’m not perfect. I know I’ll make you mad, but fuck, Elliott, I love you, too.”

  I kiss her, then, and lose all control. I’ve been trying to keep it together. I’ve been trying to keep my dick under control, but I’m losing it now.

  I’m losing everything in this moment: my mind, my heart, my focus.

  I’m losing everything because all I see is her.

  And then I come.

  I explode.

  I fill her.

  “Serenity,” I murmur as I fill her with my seed.

  “That’s it, baby. Give it all to me.”

  “Everything,” I whisper. “Forever.”

  Then I kiss her, and I hold her, and I wrap her in my arms. Part of me can’t believe I just fucked my very best friend in the whole world, and all of me wonders why I didn’t do it sooner.

  “I love you, Serenity.”

  “I love you, Elliott.”

  There’s nothing else to say, so I just hold her.

  I could hold her forever.

  Epilogue

  Sas
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  3 Months Later

  “Spin, and dip, and spin, and climb.”

  The girls in my class move in unison. They move in time with the music, in time with each other. They’ve completely given themselves over to the song. They’ve completely given themselves over to the dance.

  That’s just the way I like it.

  Class ends, and after everyone filters out, I clean the room, but I do it with a smile on my face. I do it with a grin because it’s the end of the day and that means Elliott is about to come home.

  He’s about to come back to me.

  It’s only been three months since he confessed his undying love for me. It’s only been three months since we agreed to love each other, since we promised to be one. It’s only been three months and somehow, it feels like it’s been forever.

  When I’m done cleaning the poles, I head back to my office and open the little black box that sits on my desk. I pull the ring out and place it back on my finger. Then I just grin.

  It’s a goofy, silly grin, but that’s all right with me. I can’t wear my engagement ring while I dance because it will tear up the pole, but part of me can’t believe I actually have one to wear.

  An engagement ring.

  Me.

  I’m engaged.

  It’s hard to believe, honestly. It’s hard to believe that Elliott came back from his deployment and now we’re engaged to be married, but it’s happening.

  It’s happening for us.

  We were friends forever and now we’re so much more. We were friends forever and now we’re going to be in love forever.

  I’m not under any impression that the journey is going to be easy. It won’t be. We’ll fight and bicker and have problems, but we’ve got such a strong friendship that I know it’ll be okay.

  I know everything will be fine.

  I know that when the going gets tough, we’ll talk to each other. We’ll communicate. We’ll explore the problem and we’ll find a solution together we can both handle.

  That’s what couples in love do.

  And as I stare at the emerald nestled in a bed of diamonds on my hand, I know that Elliott and I are going to be just fine.