“Nope.” He pulled her under the ceiling light and let its brilliant glow bathe her body. “I know you prefer to be seen.” He circled her, studying her from all angles.
Tingles raced along her skin where his gaze caressed her. The man touched her more intimately with a single look than others did with their hands. A shudder rattled her spine. “More like a craving than a simple preference.”
He moved to face her, a knowing gleam sparkling in his eyes. “A fetish.”
She gasped as the word singed her ears. “Yes, I have a fetish.” The admission both frightened and freed her.
He trailed his fingertips down her throat into the V of her shirt, stretching the neckline as he hooked a finger in her bra and pulled her close. “Share it with me.”
She laid her hands on his hips and pushed him back toward the couch. “I don’t know where it’ll lead us.” Claire’s heart pounded and her pussy dripped as she rose up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. She flicked her tongue along his lower lip. “I’m a little scared.”
He nipped her mouth. “I’m not.” His knees buckled and he sat down, taking her with him.
Her tight skirt slid up her thighs as she straddled him, grinding her hot mound on the hard ridge in his jeans. An idea blossomed in her mind, a once favorite fantasy dismissed after her striptease failed to motivate Will. What am I thinking? She sat up and brushed her hair back from her flaming face, but the desire wouldn’t be denied. “I have this incredible urge to act out my lap dance fantasy.”
He grinned and laced his hands behind his head, leaning back to get a better view. “Don’t fight it, Rebel.”
“Are you up for this?”
He cast a meaningful glance down at his straining zipper. “Ya think?”
Giddy giggles seized her as she tossed her inhibitions aside. This man! He understood. He knew her naughty desires might take them down a kinky road, but he encouraged her. She unzipped her boots and kicked them to the floor with a satisfying thud. He shifted under her and rubbed his crotch, but he didn’t touch her.
She spread her bare legs over him. “Have you had a lap dance before?”
“A few.”
She braced her hands on his rock-hard thighs and squeezed her breasts between her arms, amplifying her cleavage for his pleasure. “You’re not allowed to touch, right?”
“Nope.” He stretched his arms along the back of the couch.
“Too bad.” She grabbed his hands and placed them on her thighs. “See, in this performance, touching is encouraged.”
“Mmm….” He stroked her hot skin. “I like your fantasies.”
“All of them?” She bent forward and let her hair fall over his face.
JT grabbed the back of her neck and twisted her ear to his mouth. “Especially the one you won’t talk about.”
Pain shot down her spine, ignited by his ragged breath and fueled by the fire between her legs. He’d brought up the threesome fantasy twice now, and she’d changed the subject both times. If a lap dance had been unlikely, then a ménage tryst took her completely off reality’s map. But she sat on his thighs, stripping, touching, doing all the things she’d given up on doing again with a man who enjoyed playing with the forbidden as much as she did. Maybe? Possibly? No, I couldn’t….
He tugged on her panties and brought her back to the present. Sitting spread-eagled on his lap presented a practical problem. She wanted to keep his hands on her body, but she’d have to stand up to get her skirt off. Pushing and pulling her clothes out of the way, while hot, wouldn’t do the job. The bright light demanded complete and unashamed nudity.
She slid off him and pushed his legs apart, stroking his thighs while he groaned and grabbed her ass and pulled her close. Her skirt slipped off easily, but her panties stretched tight as she pulled them across her hips. He slipped a finger between her wet lips to tease her clit and she gasped. “That’s not helping.”
He laughed and jerked the clingy satin down to her ankles. “Better?”
“You tell me.” She kicked the useless garment over the couch then planted a foot on his thigh, giving him an up close and personal look at her gleaming pussy and swollen clit.
“Oh yeah.” He grunted and unbuckled his belt, allowing the tip of his cock to peek from his waistband.
“Ooo….” She reached down and stroked the silky head, circling with her fingertips while he sucked in his breath and squirmed. “Feels nice.”
“Uh-huh.”
She sat down over his lap again, inviting his touch. His hands invaded from the front and back, probing and cupping her needy flesh. She struggled with her shirt and heard stitches pop as it caught on her elbow. “I need help with this.”
“No problem.” JT grabbed the stretched neckline with one hand and ripped the flimsy fabric straight down the middle, exposing her barely contained breasts.
“Fuck yes!” Claire gasped and filed away the sound of her shredding clothes into her sense memory.
He slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. “I wanted to do that in the truck.”
“Why didn’t you?” She reached behind her back and unhooked the strap.
The restrictive garment fell in his hands, and he flung it away. “Got interrupted. I’ll do it next time.” He massaged her full breasts, trapping stiff nipples between insistent fingers.
Next time. So much potential and promise in those simple words. She scooted back and straightened so he could see the flesh he was fondling.
He groaned and palmed her naked body, feeling all of her with long, calloused strokes. “My God. You make me wish I could paint or draw or do something to capture this image. I’ll have to settle for touching every inch of you until your skin fuses with mine.”
“That could take a while.”
“I sure hope so.” He laid his hand on his thigh, palm up, and curled his middle finger, beckoning her, impaling her pussy as she slid forward to obey his command.
She gasped and tightened as he stroked, then grabbed his hair and kissed him, matching his finger probes with her tongue.
He gasped into her mouth. “Best damn lap dance I’ve ever had.”
“And for this one, you get naked too.”
***
“It’s about fucking time.” JT grinned and unzipped his jeans. “I love seeing you naked, but I want to feel you naked.” Every time he’d gotten her clothes off, they’d been interrupted before he could loosen a button. Time to correct that.
Claire glanced down at the hand embedded in her pussy. “I think you have a firm grasp on that situation.”
He laughed and added a second finger to twist with the first. “I mean full-body contact naked.”
“Oh yes.” She sighed and pulled at the buttons on his shirt.
“What, no swearing?” He shrugged out of his sleeves. “Stripping me doesn’t get you excited?”
“Oh hell yes!” She tossed his shirt on the floor then reached for his arrowhead and tried to remove it.
He caught the chain and pulled it back down. “No, no, no. This doesn’t come off.”
A sly smile curved her lips. “Don’t worry. You’re going to get lucky.”
“I know.” A turn of bad luck could rip them apart as easily as good luck had brought them together.
She released the charm and mashed her breasts against his bare chest.
The skin-on-skin connection nearly short-circuited his brain, but he maintained enough sense to flip Claire back against the armrest and pull his pants down. But while he kicked off his shoes and socks, she wrapped both hands around his dick and gave him a firm stroke.
“Fuck me with a handjob, woman.”
“I’ll do better than that.” She slid under him and circled his cock with her tongue.
He braced his hands on the armrest, careful not to squash her while she sucked him. His balls tingled and tightened, and the urge to fuck propelled his hips forward and back. She fondled his gentle, insistent thrusts with soft lips and a wet tongue. He san
k down on his elbows and dropped his head in his hands, fighting to keep his body at a simmer while her tongue stirred his cock. But he’d reached the boiling point.
“That’s enough.” JT sat up and nestled her back against the armrest, kissing her while he wrapped his body around her and pinned her down to enjoy the full contact nakedness he craved. Her warm, dewy skin caressed him while he held her, and he thought of nothing but losing his mind inside her melting heat.
Claire sighed and stroked his back while they jockeyed for position. The small couch gave JT little room to move, but that worked to his advantage. A slight shift allowed his cock to slide down her stomach and linger over her fat clit. She moaned and parted her thighs as he thrust forward. Sweet searing heat encased his aching dick. He gasped and squeezed his eyes shut while she sank her fingers into his ass and pulled him in deep.
“Look,” she said, brushing her lips along his stubbled jaw.
He opened his eyes and glanced down at her, smiling up at him. Then he sat back on his heels, still buried in her hot pussy, and exposed her captive body to his viewing pleasure. Her skin flushed a pretty pink, and her breasts bounced with each thrust. Stiff nipples begged to be touched, so he pinched one while she pulled the other.
She braced a hand on his chest and lifted him. “Watch.”
He followed her gaze down to the spot where her clit kissed his cock, meeting and mating with an urgent rhythm. The raw, intimate sight sent a jolt of electricity crackling through his limbs. He gasped and stared at her breasts in her hands, and her gaze on their joined hips.
“Shit! I’m fucking coming!” She arched toward him, hissing and spouting foul words.
His knee slipped off the narrow couch and hit the floor. Shards of pain ripped up his thigh. Claire grabbed his arm, but his weight and momentum dragged them both down.
She landed on top of him and rolled into the coffee table, turning it completely upside down. “Ow!”
He heard wood crack. “Shit! Sorry.”
“Fuck it. Don’t stop!”
***
Pain knifed through Claire’s shoulder as they tore apart, stabbing down to her elbow as she reached for him. JT dodged her grasp.
“Fuck me!” She growled at him through a haze of agony and showers of lust.
“I will.” He settled between her sprawled legs and licked her twitching abs.
“Ooo….” She trembled as he pinned her body under his muscular arms.
“But first,” he kissed her inner thigh, “I want to,” he sucked her throbbing flesh, “eat this….” Her wet pussy muffled his words, but she’d stopping listening the moment his breath heated her quivering belly. Sweeping licks ignited an inferno between her legs as his relentless mouth consumed her.
Her head thrashed, smacking against the upturned table leg, but his flickering tongue chased the pain away. “Lick my pussy!”
She gasped and slapped her hand over her mouth. She’d never said that word out loud. It sounded dirty coming from her lips. He laughed, vibrating her dripping flesh. Her back arched, grinding her throbbing clit on his face. He captured it and sucked hard.
“Oh! Fuck! You evil bastard.” She flung her arm behind her and grabbed the coffee table, holding on tight while she rode his mouth. “Fucking prick!” She bit her lip to keep from insulting him again during her orgasmic rant.
But her curses only made him wilder, nipping at her pounding flesh until she cussed out his family too.
“Son of a bitch.” Claire released the overturned furniture and peeled damp hair from her face. “I’m sorry. Please don’t take any of that personally.”
JT chuckled and pressed his lips to her stomach. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“I can’t control my mouth when I… lose control.”
“Yeah, I kinda noticed.” He pressed up on his hands and smiled down at her, just looking while she caught her breath. “Making me watch you while we were fucking was a big turn on, wasn’t it?”
She nodded and her cheeks heated when she remembered giving him orders.
He glanced around the room, then stood up and held his hand out to her. “I got an idea.” He pulled her to her feet, and then dragged an overstuffed chair to face the front picture window.
“What are you doing?”
“I shouldn’t be the only one who gets to watch you.” He pulled the curtains back with a dramatic sweep. A leafless Aspen tree blocked most of the light from the street lamp on the corner, and the house across from hers remained dark.
Claire jumped back and grabbed the nearest article of clothing—JT’s leather jacket—and held it over her bare breasts. “Are you nuts? We can’t fuck here!”
He walked in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass and crossed his arms over his chest. The darkness outside reflected his naked ass onto the window. “As good as a mirror.”
“I have a full-length mirror in my bedroom. We can fuck in front of that.”
He shook his head. “You love being on display. Here’s your chance to see and be seen.”
“I never should’ve told you about that.”
“You never did, Rebel.” He sat down in the chair and spread his legs, thrusting his hard cock upright.
“Don’t call me that.”
“It fits you, Claire.” He stroked himself, first with one hand, then two. “And so does this.” He cast a glance at his erotic reflection.
His dick fit her pussy, no doubt about that, but the strategically placed chair and the wide-open window filled her craving for attention. The street lay silent outside. Nothing moved. Nothing blinked. If no one would see, then why not close the curtains? Maybe. Possibly. Did she need anything more? Her blood boiled over, mixing steaming cauldrons of rage and fear with simmering pools of want.
Fear spoke up first. “Someone could walk by… recognize me.”
“If anyone sees us, they won’t be looking at our faces.”
She bit back a laugh. Countless men had ogled her body without looking twice at her smile, but JT’s gaze locked on hers, challenging her to let go of her inhibitions and indulge. A long sleeve drooped to her knees as she loosened her grip and swept her hair behind her ear.
JT grinned at her bare thighs. “That jacket doesn’t cover everything, you know.”
She flung the useless leather aside, and a surge of pride welled up inside her as he tightened his grip on his cock. She stood between his legs with her back to the window, but he caught her hips as she tried to sit on his lap.
“Nope. This way.” He turned her body, exposing her nudity to the quiet darkness. “Face yourself.”
She refocused and watched his reflected cock slide into her shimmering pussy. “That’s hotter than fuck.” She leaned back on his chest, and he clamped his hands over her breasts, rolling her erect nipples between his fingers.
“Watch,” he breathed in her ear as he parted her thighs with his knees. His cock impaled her and withdrew—in and out, slow and long—so she could see every gleaming stroke.
“Sweet Jesus.” She clawed the armrests, digging in while he made a show of fucking her. A car sped by, too fast to have noticed anything but a fleeting image of twisted flesh. Her heart pounded and her thighs clenched.
She leaned back on his shoulder. “You’re an evil bastard.”
He slid his hand up her throat. “And you’re a secret slut.” He cupped her chin and forced her to face the window straight on. “Look.”
Wanton eyes stared back at her, brimming with lust and satisfaction only wickedness could bring. Immoral thoughts took root and blossomed as impure deeds. She slipped her hand between her legs, fingering her clit and teasing his cock. Her body mounted a full rebellion, turning the last innocent offensive against itself and claiming a shuddering victory.
He groaned in her ear. “Come.”
She surrendered unconditionally, collapsing in his arms while he held her trapped on his cock. Curses failed her, and the vilest obscenity she could think of escaped her lips. “JT! Yo
u! Ohh….”
His cruel laugh heated her ear. “Turn around. I want to kiss you while we come.”
“I can’t move.”
He lifted her, balancing her body on trembling legs as he guided her onto his cock, face to face this time. Her head tipped back, spilling hair over his strong hands while he kissed her heaving breasts. Spine-rattling groans coursed over her skin as he struggled to maintain his grip.
Claire’s strength returned and she sat up, driving down on his cock while he captured her mouth. She bit down on his lower lip and he shuddered; his erection trembled inside her and exploded, pounding her with rasping breaths and clinging hands, taking her along for the ride. Sparks snapped between them.
He laid his head on her breasts and held her close, breathing slow and deep while she stroked his damp hair. “Thank you for indulging me,” he said.
“My pleasure.”
“I know.” He nuzzled her breast, sneaking his tongue out to flick a nipple. “Should I close the curtains now?”
Chapter 9
Claire sighed and pressed her cheek on top of his head. “Not yet.”
They’d avoided being seen, as far as he knew, so he pushed his luck a bit longer and enjoyed her hot body cooling on top of his. But a car door slammed and she bolted off his lap, and before he gathered his wits, she’d yanked the curtains closed. “Wow. You move quick.”
She glanced at the covered window and crossed her arms over her bare breasts. “The sex buzz wore off. Reality scared the shit out of me.”
Still swearing. JT smiled and reached for her. “Com’ere and warm me up.”
She curled up on his lap and played with the arrowhead. “You think your lucky charm kept us from getting caught this time?”
He slipped one arm behind her shoulders and the other across her thighs, caressing her soft, pale curves. “Could be. That’s why I wouldn’t take it off.”
She wound the chain around her finger and drew circles on his chest with the stone’s edge. “But you were wearing it when the guy walked in on us in the restroom.”
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