Southern Seduction

by Alcorn, N. A.

  “I’m really glad because I’m hoping that will keep you from getting pissed at what I’m about to do.”

  Her brow rises questioningly as her eyes scan his face for a clue.

  He leans down and softly says into her ear, “You’re fired.”

  She doesn’t think about her tuition dilemma. The only reaction his words spur from her is laughter. Loud, boisterous giggles pour from her lips as two hands fist his shirt, drawing his mouth to hers. She kisses him hard and rough on the lips before leaning back and staring into his eyes with a serious expression on her face.

  “Did you just fire me while your cock is still inside of me?”

  He nods with a sly grin on his perfect lips. “And I’m paying for your tuition.”

  Her petite fingers grab his chin, the stubble tickling her skin. “And I’m paying you back for my tuition once I graduate.”

  “Are you negotiating a loan with me while my cock is still inside of you?” he questions with amusement.

  “Yes.”

  “You’re gonna have to start learning to do lots of things while I’m buried inside of your sweet pussy,” he tells her with a wicked grin.

  A questioning eyebrow rises in his direction. “Oh really?”

  He nods while palming her ass and carrying her out of the bathroom. She can already feel him getting hard again. Penn carries her into the bedroom and lies back on the bed, her legs straddling his waist.

  “Saddle up, darlin’. It’s time you show me your pole dance routine.”

  She glances around the room curiously. “I don’t see a pole.”

  He grips her waist tightly as he lifts her up and down his thick member in two slow movements. “My pole, sweetheart.”

  Daniella’s laughter turns to moans as he thrusts inside of her, his large hands palming her breasts. Her head falls back and she finally takes control, showing Penn just how skilled she is at pole dancing.

  “I’m heading out for the night, Penn,” Grant announces as he grabs his ball cap from the end of the bar and slides it onto his buzzed head. A tiny smirk raises the corner of his mouth.

  Penn cocks his head to the side, quietly questioning his current expression. “All right…” He pauses as he observes the full-on smile that has now taken over the new owner of Wild Night’s face. “What’s going on? Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

  Grant chuckles as he strides for the doors. “Night!” he shouts before leaving.

  “What the hell?” Penn mutters to himself as he continues to stare at the closed door. He shakes his head in incredulity and proceeds to finish locking up the club for the night.

  Sundays are a nice change of pace from the normal late-night hours of Wild Nights. Yeah, midnight isn’t exactly early, but it’s a hell of a lot better than four in the morning. Surprisingly he’s the last one in the club. This almost never happens. Generally, there are at least a few stragglers hanging around for a good hour after closing time.

  This is kind of bullshit. He’s not even the owner anymore. Penn signed over Wild Nights to Grant earlier that day but agreed to hang around for the next few months to help with the transition. Obviously, he should have been the first one to leave, not the last. A barking laugh escapes Penn’s throat as he finishes up the nightly checks and ensures that all of the menial side work has been completed.

  The club is dark. The only lights remaining are the small dim lights behind the bar and a single spotlight hovering over the main stage. Damnit, Jack, he thinks to himself. Jack handles all of the music and lighting for the club and he should have remembered to turn everything off before cutting loose for the night. Penn walks in the direction of the light switch board and makes a mental note to ream Jack’s ass tomorrow.

  “Stop right there, Mr. Wilder,” a voice echoes over the speakers. He knows that voice. Penn looks around the room, his eyes focusing on the DJ booth, trying to find the one woman who is always on his mind. The one woman he cares about more than anything. The only woman he’s ever loved.

  The DJ booth is empty.

  Penn places his hands on his hips and glances around the club in confusion.

  “You need to take a seat… Stage front,” Daniella says from the wireless microphone Jack so kindly rigged for her before he left for the night. She’s dressed to impress and prepared to bring Penn to his knees. She’s going to rock his fucking world.

  His mouth goes slack-jawed as her voice resonates in the room. It’s low and sultry, and it already has him getting hard in anticipation. He continues to stand rooted to his spot, looking inquisitively towards the stage.

  “Stage front. Now,” her demanding voice rings out.

  Penn shakes his head in incredulity and walks to the main stage. He pulls out a chair and sits down at one of the empty tables, his eyes still scanning the room to figure out what Daniella has planned.

  The bluesy beat of Ball and Biscuit by The White Stripes begins to play through the speakers. Daniella strides out onto the stage with a seductive haze hovering over her gorgeous brown eyes. She looks fierce, determined, and she is the feistiest she’s ever been. Penn’s eyes soak her in. She’s a vision of sex and rock ‘n’ roll. She’s wearing the fuck out of a black leather jacket, leather panties, and dangerously high leather boots.

  “Fuck me,” he mutters to himself.

  In a matter of seconds, his cock is throbbing for her. The leather jacket teases with a hint of her bared abdomen and soft cleavage. Her body moves with the beat in perfect sync with the distorted guitar solos of the song. Her delicious little hips sway euphorically, keeping him captivated, spellbound, and rooted to his seat. Daniella’s gaze finds the strain of his zipper and she licks her lips as a knowing smirk crosses her plump mouth.

  Her body turns away from him as she runs her hands over the perfect curve of her ass. She bends forward and her brunette locks brush the floor. Her hips sway back and forth and Penn’s mouth goes agape at the luscious sight. His attention fixated on her ass and the sweet spot between her thighs. Her fingers skim her legs from ankle to hip as she stands back up, her long hair flipping over her back.

  She grinds her hips in erotic movements as she lowers herself to the floor while facing him. She remains on her knees as she arches her back, running her fingers between her breasts and underneath her black, leather panties. Penn leans forward, fixated on the fingers that are hidden from his hooded gaze. He can see them moving in circling movements underneath the leather and it has him biting his lip for a taste. His eyes move up her body and savor the sight of her rosy-pink nipples peeking out from underneath the jacket.

  She rises to her feet, sashaying towards the pole, her ass timed perfectly with the beat of the drums. Her hands grip the pole as she wraps one of her long, lean legs around it, gyrating her hips in delicious circles. Her head is thrown back, her long brunette locks swaying in the air. Once another guitar solo hits, she wraps both legs around the pole and climbs up before sliding back down, her body pressing tight against the metal.

  Penn adjusts himself, getting more uncomfortable by the second.

  She glides to the edge of the stage in timed movements with another quiet bluesy interval of the song, her body front and center. She slowly caresses her hands all over her skin, teasing him with more short peeks of her perfect rosy nipples, which lie hard underneath the jacket. He is intoxicated, practically high, and desire courses through his veins as he watches her dip her body to the floor and crawl across the stage. Her tight ass perches in the air and his mouth is watering at the idea of sinking his teeth into the perfect flesh.

  She slides her body off the stage and strides right in his direction, her gaze unrelenting on his as she removes her leather jacket, leaving her breasts bared to his greedy blue eyes. One of her long legs is placed between his thighs, the toe of her boot resting on the chair. Her finger runs down the center of her chest in a slow descent towards her abdomen. She licks her lips as her fingers dance along the edge of her leather panties. Penn’s breath beco
mes fast and uneven at the sight of her as she straddles his hips and grinds herself into his lap, his erection straining and hard. Her breasts bounce with each sway and thrust of her hips against his.

  He reaches his hands up and grasps her thighs.

  She immediately shakes her head and removes his covetous hands. She leans forward, her full breasts in front of his face while she holds his arms above his head. Daniella whispers in his ear, “No touching the dancer.”

  “I thought I fired you,” he says jokingly with a hoarse, husky voice.

  “I’m freelancing, baby,” she replies with a wink.

  Penn starts to chuckle but immediately stops as she slides her body down his. Her hands grip his thighs as she rubs her face into the denim, her mouth hovering over his ever-present hard-on.

  “You’re killin’ me, darlin’,” he mutters just loud enough so she can hear above the music.

  Daniella grins as she stands back up, her hands still gripping his thighs as she continues to move her hips to the music. Her long hair brushes his legs in a sultry way. He allows her thirty more seconds of teasing before he stands up and grabs her waist, pulling her body flush against his. A surprised squeal escapes her throat.

  “You ready, darlin’?” he asks with determined eyes.

  “Ready for what?”

  “Ready for me to spank that little ass and fuck the shit out of you for teasing me,” he informs her. It’s not a question. It’s the fucking truth from where he’s standing, and his straining cock is one hundred percent proof.

  Her mouth forms a tiny ‘O’ of surprise and her pussy clenches in excitement.

  “Oh you thought you could shake those gorgeous tits in my face and grind that hot pussy on my cock and I wouldn’t do anything about it?” Penn doesn’t give her time to answer before he leans down, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her towards his office. She squeals again and a girlish giggle leaves her mouth.

  One swift spank on her ass has her nipples hardening and poking into his back.

  Another swift spank urges her to spank his ass right back and he chuckles at her feistiness as his long legs stride into his soon-to-be old office. He slams the door shut and places her firm ass on his desk.

  “Darlin’, I’m gonna fuck you all over this desk and then I’m gonna take you home and fuck you all over my apartment.”

  His husky voice nearly makes her come right on the spot. He crushes his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue inside with demanding strokes.

  He pulls back and his fingers grip her leather panties, her hips lifting automatically as he slides them down her thighs. He spreads her legs wide, his piercing eyes focusing on her perfect pussy. His tongue licks across his bottom lip at the salivating sight.

  “But first, before I fuck your brains out, you’re gonna come all over my tongue,” he says as he kneels before her, his face centered between her thighs. Her head falls back as his mouth begins to work her over.

  And Penn Wilder proves that he’s a man of his word by keeping all of his promises that night. Every single one of his delicious promises…

  April 2014

  “Hop in, sweetheart,” Penn welcomes with a smile. He’s parked in front of the building Daniella is walking out of, her textbooks in hand. It’s her last class of the week and two weeks before she has to start studying like a madwoman for her final exams of her undergraduate career. He took the weekend off to spend with her.

  She hops into his SUV and kisses him softly on the lips, her eyes shining with delight. “I thought you had meetings today?”

  “Canceled. I needed to see you,” he answers with a smirk before pulling out of the parking lot and exiting the University of Houston’s campus.

  “Ain’t you sweet, Penn Wilder,” she coos, exaggerating her Southern drawl. “I’m just the luckiest girl in Texas!” Her over-the-top enthusiasm has him laughing heartily.

  “Always bustin’ my balls, darlin’. Can’t a man do somethin’ nice for his woman?” Penn plays into her game and uses his strongest country twang.

  She giggles amusedly and smacks him across his muscular thigh. “So where are you taking me?”

  “Somewhere special.” He keeps his eyes on the road as he jumps on the highway.

  Daniella smiles as she looks out the window, her eyes taking in the Texas sun shining over the trees lining the highway. They continue the twenty-minute drive with their usual routine of arguing over music selections and stealing kisses from each other. She takes his cowboy hat and places it firmly over her head after he has her snorting with laughter from tickling her ribcage.

  They are the perfect mix of playful and sexy. They are each other’s missing puzzle pieces, and together, everything is just right.

  He brings her to the place where their love affair began—the lake on his parents’ property where they shared a moment that changed them both forever. They walk hand in hand down the stone path that leads to the lake, her fingers brushing along the overgrown wildflowers that line the path, spurring happy memories of nearly four years ago.

  They lie back on the dock, their shoulders touching while they stare up into the crisp blue sky, the hot sun hovering over their bodies, warming their skin.

  “Who’s Devon?” he inquires quietly.

  “Huh?” She glances over at him curiously.

  “I accidentally saw a text message from a guy named Devon on your phone the other day,” he replies without irritation, just good old-fashioned curiosity.

  Daniella knows exactly what text message he’s talking about. After Sarah so kindly passed her number out to a complete stranger, she and Devon had a few text conversations. Nothing inappropriate. She made it very apparent to him that she is dating someone. But they text occasionally as friends. He’s a nice guy and she’s got a soft spot for him since he’s in the military like her brother.

  “Devon is just some Marine who’s trying to seduce me,” she responds jestingly.

  “Is that so?” Penn asks as he tickles her ribcage.

  She giggles. “Actually, he’s just a friend who’s about to be deployed again. Nothing for you to worry about, caveman.”

  He smiles over at her as he chuckles lightly. “How’d you meet him?”

  “Long story. And to answer the question that I know is on your mind, no, I’ve never hooked up with him.”

  Relief fills his chest immediately. “Well, I have a story I want to tell you,” he quietly says into the afternoon air.

  Daniella tilts her head to the side and glances at his profile. The sunlight shines across his forehead, highlighting the golden-brown stubble on his jawline. “Okay,” she replies with intrigue.

  “This is a story about a boy and girl…” He stops mid-sentence and flashes a smile at her. “This boy was five years older than this little girl. She was perfect and always smiling. She was the most adorable, beautiful girl this boy had ever seen. She was his best friend’s little sister, and even though his best friend would beat his ass if he ever touched her, it still didn’t stop him from admiring her from afar. He always invited her along, never wanting to spend a second without getting to see her pigtails bouncing around her beautiful face. That boy had eventually grown into a man and went away to college, but he never forgot about that little girl. Any time he came home to visit his parents, he always stopped by that little girl’s house just to say hi, just to see her pretty face. And every time he saw her, she had managed to change, until one day she was no longer a little girl. She was a woman. A gorgeous woman with the most intense brown eyes he had ever seen.

  “Then something tragic happened. That man lost his parents and he was devastated, a shell of a man. He was at his absolute lowest, the worst point in his life. Drugs and alcohol and constant partying were the only ways to numb his brain from the pain he felt from losing his mom and dad. He sat on this very dock, drinking a bottle of Jack and contemplating life. He had never felt so low in that moment.

  “But that all changed. That beautiful, perfect w
oman showed up at the most unexpected time, like a fucking angel. She changed his life. Gave herself to him in the most life-altering way and ruined him for all other women. He fell in love with her that night. He might not have realized it, but he did.” He sighs as he starts to think about the past memories, the undue hurt Daniella went through because of him. “But he left her, because he had to. He had to leave Texas and get his life back together. He had to find the man he lost after his parents died.” He takes a heavy breath as his heart aches from the painful memories.

  “And then somehow, he got lucky, like ‘winning the lottery and finding the cure for cancer in the same day’ kind of lucky. That perfect woman came back into his life. And he promised himself he would never let her go.” He glances towards her and sees the tears welling up in her eyes. His thumb reaches out and brushes the liquid emotion from her soft cheek.

  He continues on with his story, getting to the good part. “She’s getting ready to graduate and follow her dreams to California and he couldn’t be more proud of her. So damn proud of her. And since he’s promised himself that he would never let her go, he’s going to follow her. He bought a place in Berkeley only a few minutes from campus and he’s hoping, damn near praying, that she’ll say yes to moving in with him. That she’ll say yes to letting him follow her to California.”

  Daniella is crying big, fat tears now as she reaches out and grabs his hand, clasping it tightly.

  “Come here,” he whispers as he pulls her body on top of his. His large hands cup her face and his eyes gaze intently into hers. “So…” He pauses and looks at her with amusement. “Is that a yes?”

  Happy emotions clog her throat and she can only nod in response.

  He pulls her face to his and softly kisses her, his lips brushing against hers reverently. “I love you, Daniella. I love you so much, darlin’.”

  “I love you more,” she manages to rasp out through her tears.

  He chuckles softly. “Not likely, baby. Not fucking likely.”

  “Wait… I have one requirement before we move to Cali together.”