‘I’ll back her on that,’ added Sarah.
‘Even I’m down with it,’ laughed Cindy. ‘They got moves! I’ve pinched a few ideas for my next new routine.’
‘I’m thinking of holding exercise classes, teaching ladies to strip and be sexy for their men and even to use the pole.’
‘Brilliant idea, count me in, Doug would go crazy for that,’ laughed Sarah with a clap. I heard Lexi wince and turned to look at her with a raised brow. She sighed and shrugged and drained her glass and topped it up. I could slap her sometimes. I turned to look back at the stage as the ladies all started cheering and clapping again.
‘O my,’ I sighed as I looked at the back of the three men on stage dressed in loose army boots and tightly fitting fatigues, khaki muscle t-shirts and camouflage hats.
‘Hmmm, something about a soldier boy that gets me really hot,’ groaned Lexi. ‘Look at the arse on that one in the middle, he’s got a great body.’
‘O don’t worry, I’d already noticed, hands off Clarke, you can have Dwayne, I’m staking my claim on that one. Look at his arms.’
Everyone started screaming as Prince “Get Off” started playing and the guys started moving their backsides. I cocked my head and focussed on the main dancer, he could really move. They spun around and I let out a groan to see his firm chest and then had to wipe the corner of my mouth where I was starting to drool. I could just make out a pair of mirrored shades on him, and noticed they were all wearing them with their caps down low. They dropped to the floor and started doing press ups that looked more like they were making love to the floor. Actually no, making love was not what they were doing, they were humping it, wildly.
‘Shit,’ groaned Lexi. ‘This is hot.’
‘Hmmm,’ I agreed. Gabe had better have some serious stamina tonight, I was seriously in the mood for some frenzied fucking. They bounced back up and did some pelvic thrusts against their fists and I laughed and covered my ears, the noise from the crowd was insane, but even I screamed when they gripped the edges of their tops, ripped them down the middle and threw them, all three landing right on Lexi, Sarah and I. Sarah was screaming uncontrollably, Lexi was on the edge of her seat and I … well I was shifting uncomfortably in my seat. Soldier boy had turned on my arousal tap and my knickers already felt damp. I could feel the material of my dress causing a not too unpleasant friction against my aching nipples. I ran my eyes down the ripped torso of the dancer just feet away from me and screamed and clapped myself as he reached down and yanked his combats away and threw them at my feet.
‘Holy shit,’ muttered Lexi. ‘What I won’t give to have one of those guys in my bed tonight.’
‘Right there with you,’ I sighed as my eyes widened at the sight of the package being contained by the tightly fitted red Ralph Lauren stretch trunks. My eyes suddenly darted to his right hip and I froze. I could see the edge of a black tattoo. My heart started beating wildly and I lifted my gaze and looked at his face, at those full soft lips that curled into a knowing smile. ‘No. Way,’ I muttered as he ran his hands over his body in a way that made me want to rip them away and do it for him. He reached up and threw his hat into the crowd and I took in the sexy messy blond hair and moved to the edge of my seat holding my breath. As he lifted off his shades and the screaming got out of control, my stomach did triple axle back flips as his blue eyes locked with mine and he winked.
‘Gabe!’ I gasped, I picked my jaw up off the floor.
‘Doug!’ Sarah screamed.
‘Sam?’ Lexi screamed even louder, as women started chanting his name.
‘O.My.God,’ I mouthed at Gabe as they continued to dance in a way that screamed sex, but he never took his eyes off me for a moment. ‘I’m married to him, I’ve had sex with him,’ I giggled as I clapped my hands.
‘Me too,’ said Sarah and Lexi in unison. I cocked my head in Lexi’s direction.
‘Hey, Lex.’
‘What?’ she asked without taking her eyes of the stage. I sang “Two out of three ain’t bad” by Meatloaf and she whacked me laughing.
‘O he’s so getting laid when I get him home,’ Sarah sighed to my right.
‘O yeah,’ agreed Lexi and I at the same time.
My eyes bulged in horror as I realised Gabe was getting an erection. I glared at him and flicked my eyes down at his trunks and he gave me a small shrug and a smile. I looked back at the crowd and saw women doing girlish giggling as they pointed and nudged each other. Suck it up ladies, I thought, that’s the closest you’ll ever get to seeing my man naked. I looked back at him, feeling kind of proud that loads of these women were desiring him, but not as much as I did in that moment. When the hell had he had time to practice this? They dropped to the floor for some last pelvic thrusts as some women tried rushing the stage. I stood up mortified, but the three of them jumped up and pushed their way through. Sam and Doug grabbed Lexi and Sarah and hauled them against them for a kiss. I felt my knees start to shake and my hands trembling as Gabe slapped away the hands trying to touch him as he made his way toward me and he bowed down and scooped me up into his arms as I giggled happily, then carried me across the room, behind the bar and kicked my office door open, then shut it behind him with his foot.
‘Husband, we’re going to be having words,’ I advised him as I kissed his damp throat. His body had a light sheen of perspiration on it that was sexy as hell.
‘I was thinking of forgetting words and having actions,’ he winked as he looked down at me. ‘Are you drunk?’
‘Yes. Do you care?’
‘Funnily enough, no,’ he replied, in a dangerously low and sexy tone as his eyes smouldered.
‘Thank God,’ I groaned. He gently dropped me, propping me up against the desk and I was on his body instantly, my hands running over his firm biceps, over his moist abs, clawing at his muscular backside as our mouths melded in a pool of burning lava. I felt his hands snake through my hair and undo the tie of my halter neck and he yanked the dress down at the front, freeing my bare swollen breasts and his hands were straight on them, kneading them in a painful but very arousing way. ‘Shit,’ I sighed as I felt myself flood again.
‘I want to be rough,’ he growled into my mouth. I nodded my permission and shoved my hands down the back of his trunks and raked his backside with my nails as hard as I could, to let him know for sure that I was fine with that. He groaned and moved to the side of my neck and bit and sucked. I squealed, knowing I was going to bruise, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even care how upset I’d been earlier with the cuffs, this was Gabe, this was my husband, I was always safe with him. I shoved his trunks down under the curve of his backside and ran my fingers around the front and pulled them away and down freeing his erection. He groaned again as I grasped it and started to firmly pump him. ‘Fuck, don’t make me come.’
‘Let me, you’re so close and when you fuck me I want it to last,’ I pleaded as I tilted my neck to let him get a better grip on it. He left a trail of aggressive bites and kisses up it and then nodded his approval and I quickly sank to my knees and fisted him with one hand as I lowered my mouth over his salty sticky head and moved in conjunction with my hand.
‘Fuck Mia,’ he snarled and shoved his fingers in my hair and wound it around them tightly as he pushed and pulled my head against his thrusting hips. I took slow calming breathes through my nose as his cock filled my mouth and uncurled my fist until just my thumb and forefinger were circling it, the rest of my fingers and palm flat on his stomach, allowing me to deep throat him. He was grunting wildly above and I toyed with the idea of playing with myself as he fucked my mouth. I slid my hand between my thighs and my eyes rolled as my finger grazed my clit and felt how wet I was. Instead of masturbating I slipped my index fingers inside me and rotated it, coating it in my arousal then snaked my left hand between his trunks and balls to stroke his perineum firmly. He hissed through his teeth. ‘Yes, do it,’ he ordered.
My eyes widened at the command. He’d never asked me to play with
his backside without me asking if he wanted me to. I didn’t hesitate and pressed and felt him open up to me as I slid my finger inside and searched out his prostrate and rubbed firmly. His thrusts into my mouth sped up and I released my hold on his cock and gripped one of his buttocks, pulling him further in, my nails digging into his taut flesh as he used my mouth and I worked his backside.
‘Fuck, Mia,’ he yelled and I felt his body starting to tense. He was close, so close, which only made me hornier. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard as I pressed his prostrate with as much pressure as I could muster and looked up into his eyes as his jaw went slack and his face contorted. ‘What the … hell do you … do to me?’ he cried as he held my head against his suddenly immobile pelvis and I prepared myself for the torrent that I knew was about to flood from him. He always came extra hard when I played back there. My nostrils flared as my breathing sped up and I tried to swallow him down. He groaned and swivelled his hips as his fingers massaged my scalp. ‘Damn, baby,’ he sighed as he looked back down at me, love all over his face. I winked and he chuckled, so I slid my finger out and he slowly pulled out of me and ran his hands through his hair as he caught his breath. I remained on my knees, catching mine, then suddenly he hauled me up and pressed me against his chest, clutching the nape of my neck and kissed me, his tongue plunging, probing and possessing.
‘Hmmmm,’ I whimpered, lost in the ecstasy of it. I heard him chuckle, it still amused him that he could render me so pliable and amenable with just a look or a kiss. He suddenly released me, spun me around and yanked my dress up over my hips. With one hand on the back of my neck he forced me down over my desk, the cold glass biting at my bullet nipples, squashing them and adding to the exquisite sensation of painful pleasure. ‘Gabe,’ I cried as I pressed one cheek against the glass and tried to see him behind me, but he was holding me down too firmly.
‘Look how wet you are, Mrs. Austin. You’ve been a very bad girl, lusting after other men all night, ruining your knickers. I think I need to punish you,’ he growled.
‘Yes, yes, please,’ I mewled. I gasped as with one hand he pulled and ripped my sexy lace thong off me and flung them down on the desk next to my face. I could smell the muskiness of my scent radiating from them and gulped as he tapped on each ankle forcing me to spread my legs apart, exposing my pulsating and quivering flesh to him.
‘You grip the other side of the desk and you don’t let go or I’ll deny you an orgasm. Do you understand?’ he barked. I nodded, Gabe all dominant was so hot. I yelped as a stinging smack warmed my backside. ‘Answer me.’
‘Yes, yes, Gabe,’ I replied and quickly reached up and did as I was told.
‘Yes what?’ he shot back and I cried out with pleasure as he smacked me again.
‘Yes … yes …’ I struggled to think what he was asking me. ‘Please?’
‘Sir,’ he growled and I felt the heat between my thighs radiate outwards.
‘You’re so hot, Sir,’ I answered and felt him smile behind me. He ran his hands over my backside, around my thighs and let his fingers drift closely to my clit then pulled them away just as quickly and spanked me again.
‘You won’t come until I give you permission, understood?’
‘Yes Ga … Sir.’
‘Good girl,’ he replied, pride emanating from his voice. I trembled as he ran his right hand down from my warm buttocks and skimmed over my pussy. I let out a soft moan of delight. ‘You’re very wet, Mrs. Austin. Did you enjoy watching me up there?’
‘Yes.’
‘Yes what?’ he hissed as I got another smack.
‘Yes, Sir,’ I cried out.
‘Did you enjoy watching all those women lusting after me? Looking at my body and wanting me?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I whispered and groaned as he plunged two fingers straight into me. My legs started shaking, I was on the verge of coming. I bit my lip and gripped the edge of the desk harder. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come, I chanted to myself as he started to rotate them and thrust.
‘So tight,’ he purred. ‘Tight, hot and wet. For me.’
‘For you, Sir. Only you.’
‘O baby, you role play so well,’ he sighed. ‘Don’t come and don’t release that desk, I’ll see if you do.’ I nodded and he let go of the back of my neck and I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath as I felt him drop to his knees behind me, two fingers still firmly embedded, flexing inside me, torturing me.
‘Ga … Sir, please I need to come,’ I begged.
‘No,’ he replied. My knuckles went white and my breathing was uncontrollable as he thrust on and flicked his tongue gently across my clit. Light slow lashes that had my whole body trembling. I whimpered, cries of frustration escaping my lips as he continued his assault and I tried to focus on anything but the waves of pleasure rolling across my body, the cold of the glass, the heat of his breath, the scent of sex in the air all of which just added to my frustration.
‘Sir, please,’ I pleaded.
‘No,’ he barked, then removed his fingers, replacing them with his left thumb, his lips wrapped around my clit as he sucked and he shoved his two wet fingers straight into my puckered backside. I sobbed and stamped my feet on the ground as I fought against the tidal wave of ecstasy threatening to engulf me. I tried so hard, but it was no good, I shattered into tiny fragments, the desk shaking under me as I howled and spasmed in a powerfully explosive climax. I felt myself soak his thumb as I ejaculated at the same time. I heard him chuckle behind me as I tried to compose myself, but I was gone, floating somewhere high above me as I struggled to keep my eyes from closing, from basking in the warmth of the aftermath. I felt his fingers slide out of me and knead my backside as he lowered his mouth over my trembling puffy flesh and sucked and licked me clean, mini orgasms battering me as he did it. He thrust his fingers back inside me, hooking them and drawing out any remaining moisture and I half opened my eyes to look down through the desk to see him stroking his erection, coating himself in me.
‘Sir,’ I cried as his tongue traced upwards, over my perineum and circled my clenching bottom. He licked harder, my sensitive nerves completely frayed and I could hear the Jelly Belly’s in my jar rattling as I climaxed again. Before I even had a chance to come down and catch my breath, he stood and gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my hip with the other and thrust straight into my backside making me scream his name.
‘Gabe, Gabe, O my God,’ I yelled. I’d never been so overloaded with sensation. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the sexy dancing or the fact we were having hot wild sex on my office desk with all the staff and party goers outside, but this was … insanely hot. He bent over me as he powered into me again and again, lifting my feet off the floor, my hips banging painfully into the edge of the glass desk as I clung onto the other side for dear life.
‘So much for orgasm control and calling me Sir,’ he grunted in my ear before chewing on the side of my neck.
‘I’m … sorry, Sir,’ I managed to utter between gasps of pleasure. I was completely boneless and shattered from his onslaught. ‘I’m sorry, please, I can’t take much more.’
‘You are so damn sexy, Mia Austin,’ he groaned as his lips silenced mine and his tongue worked its way back into my mouth. I just parted my lips and let him control the powerful thrusts of his tongue that matched his swelling cock in my backside. I cried as another orgasm approached and clenched down on him tightly as his hands swept over mine and his fingers prised mine apart and slotted in between them, tightening as he stopped kissing me and repeated my name over and over between grunts and gasps of pleasure.
‘Please, please, please,’ I sobbed. It was going to be a seriously powerful orgasm, I knew it and I also knew it was going to wreck me, I was running on fumes as it was. ‘I love you, Sir. I love you, Gabe. I love you, my darling husband,’ I cried as he rammed into me with a force of a man possessed.
‘O, baby,’ he groaned. ‘I love you too, so much.’
‘Gabe,’ I screa
med as my orgasm filled the room and he cried out my name as he filled me again and again. He just lay there, his hard body covering my back, his face nuzzling my neck, kissing me as he whispered my name and his declarations of love. I couldn’t speak anymore, or function. I felt him lift away from me, gently hold my hips as he slid out of me and I didn’t even have the energy to protest at the sting that replaced the feeling of fullness. I felt him tug my dress down before he slid an arm under my waist as he hauled me back against his body and lifted the top of my dress up, before lying me down again and sweeping my hair out of the way as he did up the ties. I whimpered something, even I didn’t know what and he chuckled and swept me up into his arms and carried me to the comfortable brown leather corner sofa and lay me down on my side. I looked at him through half closed eyes and attempted a smile as he kissed my forehead.
‘Sleep for a while. I’ll go and get dressed and make sure the dancers get paid and that Luke’s in control then I’m taking you home.’
I woke up as I heard a door shut and a catch going and lazily opened my eyes. I was in Gabe’s arms again, wearing his sweatshirt which had his irresistible aroma all over it.
‘What’s going on?’ I murmured, half asleep still.
‘We’re home and you’re going to bed, you look exhausted. It’s half term so no need to get up early in the morning, we can lie in and have a lazy day,’ he dipped his head and kissed me and I smiled and gently nuzzled his vest top. He helped me undress and lay me face down on the bed and returned with some baby wipes and gently parted my legs and cleaned me, front and back making me giggle.
‘You’re so sweet,’ I mumbled into the pillow.
‘Sweet? That’s not very manly,’ he laughed.
‘I like my men with some softness to their hard corners,’ I sighed happily. He kissed my bottom and padded off, then dimmed the twinkling star sky, hopped in beside me and tipped me onto my side. He snuggled up to me with one arm around my neck and arranged me, draped over his body. ‘I loved my Valentine’s dance,’ I yawned.
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