My Personal Bad Boy

by Bethany James

  A bouncer nods us past when we reach the doorway to hall where all the private dances happen.

  Wes stops just inside. “He’s waiting for you in the third room.”

  My jaw drops as I stare at him. “I thought I was giving you a private dance.”

  His lips tip up. “Once you’re done with him it’s my turn.”

  “But I don’t want to give some stranger a lap dance,” I hiss.

  He dips his head, presses his lips under my ear and murmurs. “He’s not a stranger.”

  I pull away. “Who is it?”

  He shakes his head. “You’ll see.”

  “Wes,” I groan but he silences me with his mouth.

  He kisses me hard and wet, my knees shaking by the time he lifts his head. “You don’t even know how fucking sexy it was watching you up there. Every single person who watched wants to fuck you. Now go in that room and don’t come out until he’s creamed himself.”

  He gives my ass a squeeze as he pushes me towards the third room. It’s not an actual room though. There’s a doorway but no door, only a curtain that can be pulled closed.

  There are lap dances in progress in the first and second rooms, the curtains open for anyone passing by to see.

  He said this person wasn’t a stranger. It can’t be Martinez, I saw him out in the main room.

  Was it Gus? For some reason I figured he didn’t do things without Zoe. Could it be Gus and Zoe?

  Giving my head a little shake, I lift my chin, strut my nearly naked ass into the third room, and stop dead. It’s Josh.

  Shit. Oh shitshitshitshit!

  Internally screaming I mask the fact that I am freaking out and prowl over to him.

  His mouth is hanging open, his eyes wide. “Jesus Christ Nicole.”

  I can do this. I can give my coworker, the one who took me out to a fancy restaurant a lap dance. Once I’m done, I’m going to kill Wes but for now, I’ve got to see if I can make Josh jizz himself.

  “Surprised?” I whisper, and then bite my lip.

  He nods.

  “Do you work here?”

  I shake my head.

  He reaches for my hand but I pull back. “If you don’t work here, why are you here?”

  I counter with a question of my own. “Why are you here? Do you hang out at strip clubs all the time?”

  He shakes his head. “Some guy came to the gym and said to meet him here tonight. He said that you would be here.”

  Adrenaline hits me. It’s the way Josh is looking at me. “So, you came here for me?”

  The blatant lust mixed with shock in his eyes, gives me a heady rush. Resting one hand on his shoulder, I move to straddle him.

  He slowly nods.

  “I’m here to fulfill a fantasy. Want to hear what my fantasy is?”

  He gulps and I grin when I realize he’s rock hard beneath me. “Yes.”

  Grinding my hips against his I ask, “Is this your first lap dance?”

  He shakes his head and for a second I’m bummed but then I decide to use that to my advantage.

  I lift myself up a bit, until my tits are all he can see. “It’s mine, this is my fantasy. Am I doing okay?”

  He seems mesmerized by them. “Fuck yeah.”

  I shift his hands one by one onto my hips and watch his gaze move down to them.

  “Do you like being my first?” I lean in to whisper, my lips at his ear.

  He nods, his fingers flexing on my hips. “You are so fucking hot.”

  I turn, stepping back and bending over in front of him to spread his legs. Then I kneel between them, rubbing my hands up and down his thighs.

  “You think I’m hot?”

  His pants strain against his erection, the size of his bulge making my mouth water.

  “So fucking hot,” he replies, reaching out to grip the edge of the cushioned bench he’s sitting on.

  Standing, I turn my back towards him, widen my stance and then bend forward to touch my toes. My g-string is so tiny it barely covers my pussy.

  Dancing first on stage, and now privately for Josh is more of a turn on than I thought possible. That teeny scrap of fabric is doing nothing to hide how wet I am.

  I lift one hand, sliding it up the outside of my leg to the top of my ass. I pull at my cheek, giving him a nice view. From between my legs I watch him slide his palm over his hard length.

  I straighten, moving backwards. Bracing my hands against his muscled thighs I rock my ass to the beat of the music back and forth across his dick.

  Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked by Cage the Elephant is playing throughout the club, the beat perfection.

  I look over my shoulder at him, biting back a grin when I see his eyes are glued to my ass. Spinning to face him again, I settle myself back across his lap and move his hands to cup my ass.

  His eyes close and he pulls his lips into his mouth as his fingers dig into my skin. I rub my pussy against his cock, tilting my hips to get friction on my clit with each pass. Reaching for one of his hands, I cover it with my own and slide it over and then up my body.

  His aqua blue eyes widen as he watches its progress. After easing it up between my breasts, I lift his hand to my mouth. Then I push his index finger between my lips.

  “Jesus Christ,” he breathes.

  My tongue swirls around his finger and I know he’s picturing his dick in its place.

  I continue to rock my hips against him. Together, we find a rhythm, his hand encouraging me to dry hump his cock. Or, in my case, wet hump him since I’m certain the fly of his jeans is going to be soaked by the time I’m done with him.

  That’s when it happens; that’s when he cums.

  I release his finger with a pop. His eyes never leave mine as he pants up at me.

  “You like that?”

  I gasp and turn to see Wes leaning against one side of the doorway.

  He doesn’t wait for Josh to answer. “Come here Nic.”

  I lean forward and kiss Josh’s cheek. “See you later.”

  His mouth hangs open as Wes leads me from the back hall into another hallway to a room with a sign that says office on the door. He doesn’t knock; he just opens the door and pulls me in behind him.

  “Hey Vinnie,” he says to a guy sitting behind the desk.

  He looks back at me. “This is Vinnie, he’s Mr. Yarborough’s son. He manages this place. Vinnie, this is my girl Nicole.”

  The man behind the desk is big like Josh, obviously spending some serious time at a gym. He has short dark brown, or maybe black, it’s hard to tell in the low light of the room, hair. His jaw is strong, his nose prominent but in a sexy as hell roman way. There’s a shadow of stubble across his jaw and neck that only seems to make him hot in that careless he’s too busy to shave type way. His dark brown eyes are piercing, assessing, and they’re pinned to me.

  He lifts his chin. “You ever want to dance for real, you let me know.”

  While he talks Wes’s hands start to roam. He moves to stand behind me, cupping my breasts his fingers careful to avoid my nipples.

  I’m still turned way the fuck on from my lap dance. Vinnie’s words don’t penetrate since I’m concentrating on Wes’s hands.

  One of his hands drifts down and cups me over my g-string.

  “That was a one time gig,” Wes starts, before turning me to face him. “Unless you want to do it again.”

  All I want to do right now is kiss him. Still, I shake my head in answer before I circle my arms around his neck and press my lips to his.

  He’s smiling against my lips as he continues to speak. “I made a deal with Vinnie for him to let you dance tonight.”

  I nibble at his lips, groaning as his strong fingers dig into the bare cheeks of my ass. I could seriously give a shit right now about Vinnie.

  “Do you want to know what the deal was?” He asks.

  Shaking my head, I trail my lips down to his neck as my hands move to pull at his shirt. He takes a step back, pulling his shirt off over his head.<
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  Closing the distance between us, I plaster myself against his shirtless chest. His hands work the button of his jeans as mine work the zipper.

  Together, we push them down before he toes off his shoes and pulls his jeans and boxers off completely. My hands reach for his cock, stroking him, as I taste the skin of his shoulder.

  He pulls me back, and sits on a leather sofa, making me lose my grip on him. Before I can straddle him, his hands move to the tiny scrap of fabric covering my pussy.

  Looking up to lock his eyes with mine, he pulls, tearing it right off of my body. The elastic bites my skin before it snaps free.

  The look in his eyes is so fucking feral I’m instantly drenched for him. With his hands to my hips, he guides me into his lap.

  I reach for his cock, lining him up before Wes fills me. As my pussy stretches around its thick head, his piercing rubbing against me.

  I groan making him grin.

  He dips his head, sucking and licking my neck as I ride him. His hands are still at my hips, encouraging me with each downward stroke, his hips popping up at the end of them.

  “The deal was he gets to watch me fuck you.”

  It’s at that moment I remember Vinnie is still in the room with us. Crazy as it sounds, I don’t even care. There is nothing here except me and my pussy, and Wes and his cock.

  His hands move from my hips to my neck where they circle. His grip is tight enough for my breath to catch and my head to feel light. With his eyes on mine he uses that grip on my neck to pull my mouth down to his.

  The kiss he gives me is brutal, claiming, and full on predafuckingtory.

  His fingers loosen around my throat but do not move. There’s a naughty ache to the next breaths I take. I’m close, so fucking close to cuming so fucking hard.

  From the moment I walked in the doors tonight I have been turned on. Everything from not knowing what Wes had in store for me, to watching the girls dance, to then dancing myself, then giving Josh that lap dance, to now has been building and building within me.

  I can’t take anymore, it’s so close, I’m so close. There’s this pressure inside, it’s warm and growing. In front of it is an edge, a cliff, millimeters away. Once I reach it, once I’m there, I’ll cum.

  “So close, so close, so close,” I pant, my hips smacking against his.

  The slap of our flesh is all I can hear. The scent of sex all I can smell.

  He is all I can see, taste, and feel.

  My body tenses, preparing for the break when he lifts me off of his cock.

  “Wes, no,” I cry.

  He turns me so that now my back is to his chest before he spreads my legs and pulls me back down onto his thick length.

  My back arches as I groan my appreciation at being full of him again.

  His hand coasts up my body, back to my neck. He holds me there, roughly pushing against my jaw with his fingers until my face is pointed to where Vinnie sits, watching us.

  He holds my throat, his other hand moving to massage my clit.

  “Look at him,” he rasps, his breath hot against my ear. “What do you see?”

  The haze of sex clears as I follow his command and look at Vinnie.

  His chair is pushed back from his desk, and he’s slumped down in it. The desk blocks my view of his cock but there’s no mistaking what he’s doing. His eyes are locked on us, and I know he’s jerking his cock.

  We’re like a live porn show for him. The expression on his face is so raw, so focused on us.

  Oh. My. God.

  My pussy pulses in response.

  Wes doesn’t miss it. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

  He doesn’t wait for my response. “Do you know how bad he wishes it was his cock getting choked by your sweet cunt?”

  I gulp, the movement causing my throat to press against the palm of his hand.

  “All he gets to do is watch and get off with his hand.”

  “You not going to share?” Vinnie asks, shifting in his seat.

  Wes turns my face back to his. “Nope.”

  Vinnie’s chair creaks and I look back in time to see him blink, cocking his head to the side. “You claiming her?”

  Wes’s hand moves from my throat to band tightly around my chest. His fingers that had slowed with his conversation, suddenly resume their earlier pressure and speed against my clit. Thrusting his hips upward he slams into me hard enough to push the air from my lungs.

  Then he answers, punctuating each word he speaks with a brutal thrust of his thick cock. “She’s. All. Fucking. Mine.”

  On his last word, his claiming of me, I cum so hard my body tenses and then breaks before I sag limply against him.

  My eyes close, as I am physically incapable of keeping them open.

  Wes’s hands move, one to each of my hips. He fucks me like a man possessed. He grunts with each snap of his hips and I take that sound, the proof of his loss of control and his earlier words and I weave them into a blanket. It settles over me, the warmth of it seeps straight through me.

  “His,” my mind agrees and then repeats, “his. His. His.”

  Blinking my eyes open, last night hits me. That was insane. My cheeks warm as I replay it. I’m not sure what part was the craziest, dancing topless in front of a crowd, giving Josh Green a lap dance, or Wes claiming me.

  Wes . . .

  No one has ever made me feel the way he does. He brings out a part of me I never even dreamed existed. As hard as I tried not to, I fell for him. I knew from the start that we would never be anything other than casual.

  Wes was crystal clear, but last night it seemed like something changed. He was possessive and said I was his. At the time I had wholeheartedly agreed.

  Now?

  Now, I’m not sure what he meant.

  His arms tighten around me and I melt into him. He followed me home from Babydolls and spent the night, after fucking me again.

  If I can even call it fucking. It was softer, and sweeter than any other time we had been together.

  “Hey,” I murmur.

  He responds by pressing his seriously hard cock against my ass.

  Last night we went to sleep naked. So this morning there’s nothing in the way of his fingers. He caresses my clit with one hand, using the other to lift my leg, spreading me wide.

  Turning my head, my mouth finds his as I reach behind me to stroke his gorgeous cock.

  He sits up, spinning me in his arms so that I face him, straddling his lap.

  My hands are in his hair, my lips on his.

  Then he’s lifting me, breaking our kiss before he lowers me onto his cock.

  Neither of us moves once he fills me. We stay there, frozen in the moment with our eyes locked. He’s the first to move, reaching up to brush his knuckles over my cheek before moving his hand to grip the back of my neck.

  He uses it to pull my mouth to his. As we kiss his hands move again, this time down to my hips. They grasp my hips tightly, encouraging me up and then down as he pumps his hips upward to meet me.

  I’ve had boyfriends, I’ve had a man inside me before but I’ve never felt more connected with any other person as I do now with Wes.

  Lifting my head, I frame his face with my hands. He’s so incredibly sexy. Even as he moves within me right now I’m still amazed that he wants me when he could have anyone.

  It’s more than that though, he doesn’t just want me, he’s helped me get what I want as well.

  “Why did you answer my ad?” I ask.

  He blinks, stopping. “What?”

  Gulping before I go on, I reply, “my ad. Why did you reply to it?”

  He presses his lips together before leaning back against my pillows. His face is gentle as he reaches up to trace my lips with his fingertip.

  “I made an ad to sell an old motorcycle.”

  “You have a motorcycle?” I breathe.

  When he followed me home he did it in an SUV.

  He grins and nods. “I had an ad for my old bi
ke—“

  I interrupt him. “Will you take me for a ride on it?”

  He laughs and then grabs me, twisting us both until I’m on my back beneath him. He covers my mouth with his hand before pulling back and then thrusting back deep. “One question at a time. Let me answer your question so I can finish fucking you first.”

  When I nod he moves his hand and leans down to press a hard fast kiss to my lips.

  “The first night you came over we were hosting a swing thing. After I put the ad up for my bike I went to look at some of the personal ads to invite some new people.”

  “And you saw my ad,” I say.

  He nods, dropping his mouth back down to mine. “And I saw your ad.”

  Against his lips, I reply, “What made you answer it?”

  He doesn’t answer me right away, first he kisses me deeply while pumping his cock into and out of me over and over again.

  I’m breathless by the time he lifts his head to answer me. He does not stop his thrusts.

  “It turned me on, the thought of corrupting you.”

  “But you didn’t even know if you’d like me,” I manage to reply.

  He plants one hand by my head and moves his other down my body to my clit. My hands move to his shoulders as my hips match his rhythm.

  “I didn’t know for sure until I saw your pic. Then I knew I wanted to fuck you.”

  I can’t help it, I push. “What about now, what do you want from me now?”

  He pauses, his eyes not moving from mine. “More than I’ve wanted from anyone before you.”

  My lips part. What he said was huge but I’m still not sure what it means. I decide for now though, it’s enough for me.

  Pulling his mouth back down to mine I let him know that question and answer time is over. His body responds. He pulls back, grabbing my legs and spreading them wide.

  His eyes are locked on my pussy, watching as his cock moves in and out of me.

  I push my hands over my head and against my headboard, using it as leverage to thrust my hips up to meet his strokes.

  “Fuck I want to play with your tits.”

  I can’t help it, I laugh at how pissed he sounds.

  “Oh, you think that’s funny?” He asks.

  Before I can answer, he lifts my legs over his shoulders and folds over me, bending my body in half.