The part I don’t understand is why when Cale’s lips were on me that not one thought of Tyler crossed my mind, as if he was forgotten. Cale consumed my every thought and need, making me feel . . . alive, and cared for. He made me believe for just a small moment that it’s possible to let everything go and let someone else take care of you. I really needed that and he could tell. He’s always been able to read me.
Now I’m left with another question: how does he feel about me? I know he loves me as a friend and that he’ll do anything for me, but would he really go out of his way to please me sexually if his only feelings toward me were platonic? Knowing that he’s a stripper confuses me, because I’m sure he doesn’t have a problem with sexual attention, and it makes me believe that he possibly does have real feelings for me. Male strippers are known for their reputations. Considering what they do, it’s plausible that they’re sexually active with probably about seventy percent of the girls that come and see them, but I hope that’s not the case with Cale.
Throwing the blanket from my legs, I quietly get out of bed and walk through the living room on my way to the bathroom. I’m sure to be as quiet as possible, worried that I’ll wake Cale up. He’s had a long night and the last thing I want to do is take away from his sleep.
On the way back to the bedroom, I find myself wanting to see Cale one more time before falling asleep. For some reason my body aches just to get a glimpse of him.
I quietly make my way over to the couch and peek over it.
“What are you doing, Rile?”
I jump back from the sound of Cale’s voice. I wasn’t expecting him to be awake.
“I couldn’t sleep. I just wanted to make sure you were sleeping.”
He tiredly smiles at me and reaches for my arms, pulling me onto the couch with him. “I’ll help you fall asleep. Come here.” He lifts the blanket so that we’re both underneath, before snuggling me to his chest and wrapping his arm around me.
I let out a small gasp when I feel his bare dick against the exposed skin of my belly. “You’re naked, Cale?”
He just pulls me closer and starts rubbing his hand through my hair, calming me. “Just close your eyes, Rile. I got you.” He kisses the top of my hair. “Go to sleep.”
I’M JUST FINISHING UP WITH Lynx when I hear the door open behind me. I got a little behind because Lynx constantly wanted to talk and request that I spend extra time on his upper thighs. Every time I tried moving to the next body part, he kept saying that his muscles were still tense.
Feeling frustrated, I don’t even bother turning around. “I’m almost done here. Come back in ten please. I apologize.”
I hear the door close behind me, so I automatically suspect that the person left, but when Lynx opens his eyes and smiles past me, I realize that the person is still in the room.
I quickly turn around and get ready to usher the person out when my eyes set on Cale. He smiles at me before turning to Lynx. “No wonder your ass wasn’t at the club.”
Cale lifts an eyebrow as Lynx sits up and slowly gets dressed. “Yeah, well I was feeling a bit tense and this beautiful lady was helping me relax. What’s it to you?”
I see Cale’s jaw tense, but he quickly shakes it off and leans against the wall as Lynx finishes dressing.
I look between the two of them, before setting my gaze on Lynx. “So I’m guessing you’re a stripper too?”
Lynx gives me a cocky grin, before walking up to Cale and squeezing his shoulder. “Nah . . . I’m the boss man. Right, Cale?” He winks.
Cale shrugs his shoulders and eyes him carefully as he reaches for the door handle. “When you’re actually there,” he says stiffly.
Lynx brushes off Cale’s coldness and turns back to me. “I’ll see you in a couple days, Magic hands.” He winks and then disappears out into the hall.
Cale grunts to himself and quickly starts getting undressed as I clean and prepare the bed. “Is he in here a lot, Rile?”
I smooth out the new sheet and look behind me. “He’s been in here a couple of times. He’s pretty persistent when he wants something. I guess I can see why now.”
Cale reaches out and grabs my chin, bringing my eyes up to meet his. “Has he tried anything with you? Tell me right now if he has.”
I shake my head. “No, Cale. Nothing besides the extra time that he requests on his upper thighs, but I’m starting to get used to that with this job title.” I let out a small laugh, but Cale still seems tense.
“Promise me that you’ll let me know if he touches you. I don’t like the idea of you two in here alone together. He’s got quite the reputation at the club.”
I place my hand on his arm and he releases my chin. “Don’t worry, Cale. I’ll be fine.” I point down at the bed. “Now get your ass naked so I can get started.” I offer him a lighthearted smile. “I’m starting to see that you do everything naked.”
He pulls his jeans down and I turn my head away so he can get out of his boxers. “I’m happier when I’m naked, Rile. What can I say?”
I’m happier when you’re naked too . . .
When I turn back around, Cale is laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. The small towel is doing an even shittier job of hiding his junk than the last time.
Squirting some oil into my hands, I start at Cale’s shoulders and slowly work my way down his chest. “You working tonight?”
He lets out a small moan when I reach his lower abdomen. “Yeah . . .” he breathes. “In a few hours actually.”
The way that he bites his bottom lip each time my hands get lower on his abdomen makes me want to see what he’ll do if I touch him sexually. Would he stop me or let me keep going? I try to push the thought aside, but each time I notice him bite his lip and growl I feel my insides jump.
He seems a little tense after seeing Lynx in here . . . He did do me a little favor last night. I just wouldn’t be a very good friend if I let him go to work like that, now would I? I’m going to say no . . .
Taking a deep breath, I round the table without removing my hands to create a better angle, and then slide my hands under the towel, wrapping both of them around his thick dick, slowly stroking up and down, feeling it quickly growing in my hands.
“Oh shit . . . Rile.” He bites into his lip again, but harder this time, as he grips my waist. “Fuck . . . my cock is so hard for you.”
As his grip on my waist gets tighter, my hands work faster and firmer, being sure to pleasure him just as much as he did me last night. His dick is now so hard and big that I definitely need both hands to take care of him.
My heart is racing, but I don’t want to stop. Touching him and knowing that I’m giving him pleasure has me more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I’ve waited a long time to touch him like this . . .
“Fuck yes, Rile . . .” He sits up and bites my shoulder, but not hard enough to hurt me. “Keep going. Ah . . . fuck me, Rile.”
I lean my neck back as he runs his lips up the side, moaning all the way up until he stops at my ear. “You feel so fucking good, Rile.” He moans. “I bet your pussy would feel even better . . .”
I close my eyes from his words and almost feel as if I’m on the verge of having my own orgasm. Stroking his dick, I find that both of us are now moaning, until finally he releases his load on his stomach, before pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and biting it.
As soon as he moans into my mouth once more, I surprisingly find my own release. I instantly feel embarrassed, shocked that something like that could happen without even being touched.
“Shit, Rile.” He lies back on the table and runs his hands through his thick, messy hair. “I love it when you touch me.”
He looks over at me and grabs my arm as I take a step back. “What’s wrong?” He smiles at me and looks down at my legs that are still slightly shaking. “Did you orgasm, Rile?”
I nod my head, my fingertips instantly going to my mouth to create a diversion, too embarrassed to actually speak.
/> Cale grabs the towel and wipes himself off, before standing up and grabbing my chin after removing my hand from my mouth, forcing me to look up at him. “Well damn, Rile. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He smirks down at me and wets his lips. “Knowing that I can make you come without even touching you . . . is by far the sexiest, most satisfying thing that’s ever happened to me. All it does is make me want to bend you over this massage table and fuck you until we both can’t walk.”
“Cale . . .”
He places his finger to my lips and bends down to whisper in my ear. “As soon as I know that you can handle it . . . you will be the first woman to have me inside of her. I promise that . . . Rile. Just wait and see.”
I stand here, frozen and unable to think clearly as Cale gathers up his clothes and gets dressed.
He must be able to tell that his words have shaken me up, because the next thing I know I feel his lips on the top of my head, before I hear the door open.
“I’ll see you tonight, Rile.”
Shaking off my frozen state, I turn to Cale and offer him a small smile. “Yeah . . . I’ll see you later . . . um . . . after work.”
The door closes behind him and I instantly go into panic mode.
“He did not just say that, Riley.” I walk over to the bed and start stripping it down, barely able to even function right. “You’re just hearing things. There’s no way in hell that Cale is still a virgin . . .”
I have no idea how long I’ve been standing here, dazed and confused, when my door opens and a woman walks in.
Pulling myself together, I smile at her and introduce myself, before walking out into the hall, giving her time to get ready.
How I’m going to be able to function for the rest of the day is beyond me. I had to have heard him wrong . . .
“Yeah, that’s it.” I try to convince myself. “I’m tired. He could have said anything.”
The woman calls my name, interrupting my thoughts, so I shake off my personal thoughts and prepare to make it through the day, hoping that I’m just going crazy.
Cale . . . a virgin . . . me his first . . . friends . . . we’re just friends . . .
MY SHIFT ENDS IN TWENTY minutes and I can’t deny that I’m a little disappointed Riley didn’t stop in to see me. I haven’t heard from her since I left Sensual Touches and it’s really starting to bother me.
I guess she wasn’t ready to hear that I really did wait for her, and I bet that she doesn’t believe me. I wouldn’t believe me either if the roles were reversed. A virgin stripper. . . . No fucking way. Impossible right? Well, I’m the fucking exception. She is the reason that I’m the exception.
I look up from the ground when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Stone grins like a fool. “Dude . . . you’ve been standing there for ten damn minutes now. Just get the hell out of here. You’re useless here in that state.”
Shaking my head I steel my jaw. “Nah, I’m good. Just get the hell back over to your side, man. I don’t want your dick over here.”
Stone laughs and starts backing up. “At least I’m actually working my dick, bro. That’s more than you can say.” Grinning like a fool he gives me the middle finger with both hands, before busting back into a dance.
I get my head back into the game for the last ten minutes, trying my best not to think about Riley and whether or not I fucked things up.
Just as I’m pushing through the crowd of women and getting ready to head into the back room, I spot Riley sitting at the bar talking to Sara.
Sara looks over at me and notices the stupid ass grin on my face, raising her brows as she figures it out. Hell yes it makes me happy as hell to see that Riley is here. I don’t give a shit who knows.
Gathering up my shit, I get dressed quickly and snatch my tips from Kash, tossing him a pile of twenties on my way out the door.
I stop dead in my tracks when I notice Lynx at the bar talking Riley up. That dick better learn his place when it comes to my woman. She may not know it yet . . . but she’s my girl. I’m going to make that very clear, and real soon.
“Just admit that you came to see me,” Lynx says with a confident grin that makes me want to choke the life out of him. “I can definitely put on a show one night if it keeps you coming back.”
Riley laughs as if she finds him amusing, but doesn’t say anything as I approach them at the bar.
Lynx quickly turns to me as I place a kiss on Riley’s head and wrap my arms around her from behind. “I didn’t think you’d show up,” I whisper next to her ear. I look up at Lynx as I say the next part. “I’m glad that you came to see me. I’m ready when you are.”
Riley takes one last sip of her drink and slides it across the bar to Sara. “Thank you for the drink, Sara.” She gets ready to reach for cash, but Sara and I both stop her.
I look at Sara. “I’ll pay for it.”
She shakes her head. “It’s on me. A little welcome home present. Well besides what I’m sure you’ve given her.” She winks and walks away.
Lynx stands up at the same time that Riley does. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow,” he says stiffly. “Same time as the last.” He raises his drink to me and smirks. “You did good tonight, Cale. The women got a good show. All of them.”
I tense my jaw and bite my tongue. I know damn well what he’s doing. “Let’s go, Rile.” I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her outside, fighting the urge to kick the shit out of that dick.
As soon as we reach my truck, I slam Riley against it and crush my lips against hers, claiming them and letting her know how much I want her. Fuck Lynx. He can’t have her, not now or ever.
Seeing another man wanting her only makes me want to take it out on her sexually and give her all that I have. I may not end up being her first, but I know damn well that I will be her second and her last.
Lifting her leg, I thrust my hips into her and moan against her lips. “I want to be inside you so bad, Rile.” I kiss her again, before whispering against her lips. “Let me give myself to you. I want you to be my first. I know you may not believe me, but I would never lie to you. You know that. I’ve done sexual shit, Rile. Lots of things, but I’ve never entered a woman. I promise you that.”
She moans loudly and grips the back of my hair as I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “Cale . . .” She moans again as I grind my hips between her legs. “You really waited all this time for me?” I roughly kiss her neck and nod my head, just eager to continue tasting her. “What if I told you that I’m still a virgin? Would you still want to make me your first?”
Her words cause my heart to beat erratically in my chest and I freeze mid-kiss. “What?” I pull away and run my hands through my hair. “Are you, Rile? Are you still a virgin?”
She nods her head and covers her face. “I just couldn’t do it, Cale.” She pushes me away so she can get some air. “Every single time that Tyler and I began to get sexually active I would stop him right before he could enter me.” She looks up to meet my eyes. “I kept thinking about you and wondering if you really meant what you said about waiting for me. It didn’t feel right so I never had sex with him. I only allowed him to touch me sexually. No wonder he didn’t want to follow me to Chicago . . .”
“Holy fuck, Rile.” I run my hands through my hair and start pacing. “You telling me that you’re a virgin makes me want to fuck you right here, right now.” I stop pacing and press Riley back against my truck. “But it also makes me feel like it needs to be special for you, and whenever you’re ready. My virginity doesn’t mean shit to me as long I lose it to you. It could be in the fucking dirt or mud for all I care.”
Riley swallows hard, before standing on the tip of her toes and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Is this really happening right now?” She questions. “I thought that us waiting for each other was just some stupid fantasy that I dreamt up. I thought I was being an idiot.”
“Hell no, Rile.” I lean down and press my lips against hers. “You really ha
ve no idea how much I really care about you, do you?”
She shakes her head and bites her bottom lip.
“Well fuck. I’m going to show you.” I open the passenger door and point. “Inside. Now.”
With her eyes locked on mine, she climbs into my truck and wraps her legs around me as I step in between them. “I’ve missed you, Cale.” She lets out a small breath. “So much. There were times when I almost ran away in the middle of the night and got on a plane. I had tickets each time, but always talked myself out of it, knowing that I couldn’t leave grams like that.”
I grip the back of her hair and lightly tug. “Me too, baby. But you’re here now and I’m going to make up for it.” I bite her bottom lip before releasing it. “Let’s go.”
AS SOON AS WE PULL out of the parking lot I place her hand on my hard cock, letting her know what she’s doing to me, before I slide my hand up her dress. Her pussy is so warm and wet, just waiting for me to touch it. I love that . . . my pussy.
We drive in silence as I gently slide my fingers in and out, loosening her up for what’s to come when we get home. Knowing that no man has been inside her has me so anxious to sink deep between those beautiful thighs and take her over and over again, all night long. Now that I know how much she wants it too . . . it’s happening.
Once we pull up at my house, I pull my fingers out of her pussy and suck them into my mouth, looking her straight in the eyes. She lets out a small moan and grips the seat. “Riley . . . are you sure you want this?” She nods her head. “You do realize that once I fuck you that it will be happening every day and there’s no turning back to just being the old Rile and Cale right? I will pleasure you any and every chance that I get and there’s no taking it back: giving me your first time.”
“Cale . . .” She reaches for the door handle. “I have always wanted you to be my first. I just didn’t think it would actually happen. Knowing that it can. . . . I’m not passing that up for anything.”
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