Stripped Bare

by Heidi McLaughlin

  I can also say that if I ever end up dating someone, they better be a fucking ballerina, gymnast or contortionist because being flexible gives a whole new meaning to hitting it deep.

  Rolling onto my side, I study Macey as sleeps on her stomach with only a sheet covering her ass. At some point we tried to go to sleep, but my dick wasn’t having it. You would think that I don’t treat him properly or give him enough attention. The fucker acted like a starving bastard and kept springing to life anytime Macey sighed, spoke or accidently brushed up against me. And I do mean accidently because in my king-size bed, she’s lying as far away from me as possible.

  Slowly, I inch the sheet down, revealing her perfectly shaped ass. Faint red marks left by my hands cause a stirring. The flashback of me gripping her cheeks as she slammed back into me makes me hard. Sliding closer, I pause to see if she’s going to stir. She doesn’t, giving me an opportunity to wake her up the right way.

  With her hair already brushed off to one side, her back is fully exposed. It’s beautiful and free of any marks, even though mine is stinging like a bitch. Between her biting my shoulder and digging her nails into my flesh, I have a feeling I look like I’ve been to battle with a cat…a fucking pussycat at that.

  I kiss her back, nibbling along her flesh as I make my way to her ass. Her skin pebbles and she stirs, moaning. The deep sound causes my cock to grow even harder. I rub his head, getting him excited for what’s about to come.

  Straddling her, my hands knead her rear and spread her cheeks as I take pleasure in observing what’s waiting for me. I spit in my hand and stroke my cock, giving us some lubrication, and place my dick between her cheeks. The smallest of thrusts has my dick leaking pre-cum like a drippy faucet and the sight of my cock between her cheeks has me on edge.

  Macey lifts her hips slightly, and the movement causes me to growl. I don’t care how much she pretends she’s unsure of our deal, she likes to get fucked.

  “Don’t move,” I say, scrambling to the side to retrieve a condom. I slip it on fast and resume my position. Sliding my hand between her legs, she cries out when I come in contact with her pussy. “Fucking wet already.”

  Pulling my hand back, I lick her juices clean from my fingers, letting her scent and flavor invade my senses. I tap my dick on her ass, pushing lightly against her hole. I’m waiting for her to tell me no, but she doesn’t. Her asshole puckers, letting me know that if I’m going to penetrate I need to make sure she’s well lubed. That’s a thought for later because right now, her pussy and my dick have a date and who the hell am I to keep either of them waiting?

  This angle is difficult and insane. As soon as I’m in, my eyes roll back in my head. The tightness of her core is like a savage grip on my dick, it’s a vise locking me into place. She gasps, quickly following it by an “oh fuck” and meets each move I make with a moan that sends me overboard.

  My hips move of their own accord, not willing to wait for me to decide a rhythm. Macey’s fingers dig into the sheet and her back arches, welcoming each plunge. I fall onto her, keeping the tempo going. Her head rears back, opening her neck for me. The animal in me wants to mark her, but the professional side knows I’d embarrass her later and that’s the last thing I want to do. Instead, I roll us over and her legs fall open, allowing me to pound into her while she rides me.

  “Oh…oh…oh…” she yells out. After last night I know that’s her tell; she’s getting close. My hand moves to her clit and my finger goes to work, massaging and tapping her bud until her screams become louder and the walls of her pussy start squeezing the life out of my dick. He fucking loves it, though, and starts to jerk, making me move faster so I can get a release.

  “Fuuuuck,” I grunt, slamming into her as fast as I can until I’m left with nothing but an aftershock or two.

  Macey rolls off me and runs to the bathroom and I lie there with my arms spread out wide, my chest heaving and the cum-laden condom resting on my leg. When the bathroom door opens, I get up and meet her halfway. She stops, but doesn’t look at me.

  “Did I hurt you?” I ask, cupping her cheek. There’s an overwhelming urge to kiss her fully on the lips, but kissing complicates feelings and I don’t want her to get any ideas that I care about her beyond our agreement.

  “No, not at all.”

  “Did I scare you?” My free hand moves over her ass until my finger presses on the end of her tailbone.

  She shakes her head. “I’ve never done that before.”

  “Hmm, maybe we’ll try it,” I say, leaning down to speak softly in her ear. That’s when I kiss her, letting my lips linger there for a bit longer than necessary. “Let’s shower.” I don’t give her the option to back out or tell me she has other plans. We need to meet the car service in a few hours and still need to eat. The room service we called up last night has done nothing to calm my angry stomach right now.

  While I’m tossing the condom in the trash, she steps into the shower and turns on both showerheads. The thought is comical if she thinks I’m not going to touch her while she’s in there with soap covering her perfect tits. I grab a condom from the drawer and carry it into the shower. I’m going to be prepared no matter what.

  Inside, she stands under the hot rush of water with her eyes closed. Her neck moves from side to side. Using this as an opportunity, I pour her soap into my hands and start massaging her shoulders and neck. She tenses at first, but relaxes almost immediately. I love that she’s shorter than me, giving me ample height to rub my hands down her chest and over her impressive rack. I tweak her nipples every few passes, earning an audible gasp over the cascading water.

  Macey turns in my arms and pushes me until my back is pressed against the cold tiles. I watch with rapt attention as her eyes travel over my body, but lose my senses when her hand grips my dick. The semi-flaccid state is no longer an issue as he springs to attention. When she licks her lips and drops to her knees, my hand springs out and slams against the wall while my other one tangles in her hair.

  She pumps me slowly, building up the anticipation of what she’s about to do. Her eyes never leave mine as her tongue starts at the base of my cock and traverses to the tip. Blue eyes flutter shut as she wraps her lips around the head, moaning as she takes me as deep as she can.

  “Holy fuck,” I say, gripping her hair. The vibration is something I’ve never felt this intensely before and it has my balls tightening.

  Macey’s fingers dig into my hips, using my body as leverage to rock back and forth. I remove my hand from her hair. I usually have to guide my companions to achieve the pleasure I need, but not in this case. Everything Macey is doing is sending me over the proverbial cliff and the free fall feels absolutely amazing.

  “I’m going to come,” I tell her. She pulls away and grips my dick in her hand, keeping her eyes focused on me. Each pump brings me closer to the edge until I’m calling out and flexing my hips into her hand. Hot jizz lands on her shoulder and chest inciting something feral inside of me. I reach for the condom I brought in and rip the package open. She stands, watching my every move, and once I’ve protected us both, she bends over slightly, showing me her ass.

  —

  “Will there be food there?” she asks, as we both get dressed. After the shower, we both ended up back in bed. The intent was to take a nap, but even the best intentions are tossed by the wayside when you have a goddess in your bed.

  “Yes, a full meal,” I say, pulling up the zipper on her dress. If I ever had any doubts that Macey was the perfect woman to be on my arm this week, they’re gone. She’s radiant in her scarlet red gown. The off-the-shoulder number is the reason I didn’t leave any telling marks on her neck, even though an impression of my teeth is on her butt cheek. I absentmindedly rub the location that I bit earlier, letting her know that I’m sorry.

  “How do I look?” She turns in front of me. Her hair is curled and pinned off to the side and her lipstick matches the color of her dress. Those lips…the merest thoughts of what she did to me
earlier causes my dick to stand up.

  “Gorgeous,” I tell her honestly. “I’m going to have trouble keeping you all to myself.”

  Her face pales, causing me to look at her questioningly. “What’s wrong?”

  “Are you…” She closes her eyes, gathering herself. “Share me?”

  “Fuck no,” I seethe. “You’re mine, Macey. No one will touch you this week.” Unfortunately, I can’t tell her what to do next week and I have a feeling Brady will be knocking on her door. Maybe she’ll use some of the money she’s earning to move out of the seedy hotel I took her out of or head back to wherever her home is. I’m honestly not prepared to answer questions about her and what she does for a living.

  “Okay,” she says softly, nodding along with her statement.

  “Let’s go. The car will be waiting for us.”

  She follows me out of the penthouse and into the elevator. The ride down is quiet, not that I expected us to enter into a full-blown conversation. Truth be told, we haven’t talked a whole lot since we made the agreement, unless you count the words falling from our lips while we’re fucking. We’ve definitely done more of that.

  With my hand on the small of her back, I lead her out of the hotel, staying a half step behind. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do and allows me to put her in a position of power. Anyone who sees us will assume we’re a couple, and for this week, I’m okay with that.

  The ride to tonight’s gala is ridiculously short, but nonetheless a necessity. Being a power player in Vegas means I have to always play the game. When we arrive at the Bellagio, her mouth drops open.

  “Have you been here before?”

  “No, but I hear it’s amazing.”

  “Extraordinary,” I tell her as I offer her my arm, helping her out of the car. We walk arm in arm into the hotel, through the lobby and into the grand ballroom.

  “Holy shit! Who would’ve thought a girl like me would be in a place like this?”

  I lean into her and say softly, “Please don’t put yourself down, especially in front of these people. They’re vultures and even I can’t protect you from their discerning looks. Tonight, women will be jealous of you because you’re with me. Let them kiss your ass. Own the room,” I say, kissing her below her ear. She sighs and leans into me, nodding before I pull away.

  An usher leads us to our table, front and center. Before I can pull her chair out, my name is called. The voice is familiar and from someone I wasn’t expecting tonight. I turn in time to see Brandy approaching, her eyes like daggers as they glare at Macey. I slip my hand into hers and squeeze, silently begging that maybe she’ll protect me from what’s about to happen.

  “Finn,” Brandy says, all too happy for my liking.

  “Good evening, Brandy.”

  “Who is your friend?”

  Looking at Macey, I smile brightly. “Macey Webster, allow me to introduce you to Brandy, Brady’s sister.”

  Macey is kind enough to extend her hand and it doesn’t go unnoticed by me that Brandy barely returns the gesture.

  “Charmed,” Brandy says, grating my nerves.

  “How’d you get in?” I ask, knowing full well that she’s not on the list.

  “Brady, he said there was going to be someone here that he wanted to see.” Brandy looks over her shoulder to where her brother is, only for me to see that his gaze is set on Macey. That motherfucker is supposed to be my best friend and he’s eyeballing my date.

  “Incest is illegal in Nevada,” I remind her. Her mouth drops open, but I don’t give her time for a rebuttal. “Shall we, Macey?” I ask, motioning to our seats. Dinner is about to be served and I’m starving.

  Throughout dinner, Macey is quiet. I think it’s because of Brandy, but I’m secretly hoping it’s because the food is so good that she’s focusing on filling her stomach. I should’ve warned her about Brandy, but never thought we’d run into her here. It’s a ballsy fucking move on Brady’s part, bringing her as his date, especially knowing Macey would be with me.

  “She’s in love with you,” she says, interrupting my thoughts.

  “At one time, yes, but that was a long time ago.” I take a sip of my wine and dab my napkin over my mouth.

  “You’ve dated?”

  “In college, but I’ve taken her as my plus one to a lot of events. Her family is well known in the area and having her with me is a conversation piece.”

  Macey turns in the direction of where Brandy and Brady are sitting. People around her are laughing, enjoying her company. I probably would too, but she’s needy and I can’t stand that in a person.

  “So why not pay her to be at your beck and call?” she says, facing me.

  It takes me a minute to see the jealousy, but it’s there. Even with the tiny bit that I know about Macey, her life was hard, is still hard. Brandy has had everything handed to her on a silver platter and she still wants more. I remember driving Macey home that night after the party and thought about how my parents would kill me if they knew I had gone into the ghetto, but I wasn’t going to let her take the bus home.

  “Because I like your pussy better,” I say, earning a gasp in response. I get up from the table and call out to one of my potential investors, leaving her there to ponder my comment before bringing back one of the developers that I’m hoping to work with. When I introduce them, Macey switches to work mode. She starts asking him about his job, his day and laughs at his ridiculously stupid jokes. I never asked her to be like this, but I’ll be damned. Macey is selling me to this guy and all I can see is dollar signs.

  When the band starts up, he asks her to dance. She looks to me for approval and I nod, reminding him to keep his hands above her waist.

  As soon as I sit down to watch, Brandy takes Macey’s vacated seat.

  “Who is she?”

  “An old friend.”

  “I have to say, Finn, when I spoke to Hannah about tonight I was pretty hurt to find out you were bringing someone else.”

  I motion for the waiter and ask him to bring me a rum and Coke. Wine is fine for dinner, but now I need something stronger.

  “Unfortunately, Brandy, I can’t do anything about your feelings.”

  She scoffs as if the slam doesn’t mean anything. “You and I both know we’re stronger together than apart.”

  Brandy is right, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to be tied down to her. I like women and know I wouldn’t be faithful to her.

  “Well, this week my time belongs to Macey.” I leave the table as soon as I see Brady approaching Macey on the dance floor. I don’t care what he’s doing or if he’s my best friend, she is off-limits to him.

  “Dance with me,” I say, pulling her into my arms and away from him. She molds into me, her fingers clutch the lapel on my tux. “You amazed me back there.”

  “It’s what I do when men come into the club. I become their friend, their therapist and the person their wife isn’t.”

  I pull her closer and nuzzle her neck, not wanting to touch that statement. I may have dressed her up, provided her with expensive clothes, but deep down she’s still a stripper.

  Chapter 11

  Macey

  This is how I dreamt my prom night would be: me in a beautiful dress, dancing in the arms of a man who makes my insides tingle and my knees weak. Instead, I was home and the attire for the night was baby puke, a holey T-shirt and sweatpants. Even if I had gone back to school, not a single guy in my class would’ve taken me to prom knowing I had a kid. And even if they did, they would’ve done it only because they were betting that I was a sure thing.

  I don’t want to like Finn. In fact, I want to hate him. I want to yell and scream at him while punching him in the chest. He’s better than anything I have ever touched or had the pleasure of knowing, and after one day the fantasy of being his is already too much to bear.

  We sway to the music, moving around the floor effortlessly. He even spins me and pulls me back into his arms and into a dip.

  “Are you havin
g fun?”

  “Yes, I am. That man I was dancing with, he likes you.”

  “Mr. Cordova likes money and I’ve been a good return on his investments. I’d like for him to invest one more time into my next venture, but the market is not favorable right now so I have to make sure to keep him in my sights and have a flawless business plan.”

  “I don’t think you have anything to worry about, Finn.”

  “Mhm, I do like the way you say my name.” His head falls to my shoulder and his lips leave a blazing trail of kisses along my skin. I have never wanted to taste a man’s lips so badly until now, and his stupid rule prevents me from doing so.

  He hums in tune with the song, holding me close to his body. I don’t know if he is doing this because he’s hiding his erection or if he truly wants to be this close to me. I can try to pretend all I want that his touch doesn’t affect me, but I’m certain he can already sense the change in my heartbeat.

  When the song is over, Finn leads me back to the table. Our dinner plates have been cleared away and dessert is being served.

  “Right on time,” Finn says, pulling my chair out.

  “I think I’m going to go use the ladies’ room.” I set my hand on his chest, letting it linger there for a moment. He nods and points toward the door.

  “Take a right and walk down the hall.”

  “I’ll be right back.”

  I bunch my dress in my hand to make walking a bit easier and as soon as I step through the door, I lean against the wall to gather my senses. There are people bustling around, some dressed up while others are wearing shorts and T-shirts due to the heat. A few women walk by and compliment me. I smile warmly and thank them, and wonder what they would think if they saw the real me. Would they be so quick to give me compliments if they saw me in my normal attire?

  “Miss Webster.” Mr. Cordova greets me with a smile.

  “Hello, Mr. Cordova. Thank you again for the lovely dance.”