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In this room, I was along for the ride.
“Sit,” he purred again.
It took a massive effort, but I got my legs to move until I was able to sit on the couch. My hands balled into fists beside me in an effort to stop my visceral reaction to him from showing.
He went to a panel on the wall and turned on the same music he danced to on stage. My dick throbbed. In the breadth of a night, it was trained to react to that sound.
The vixen started off slow, his moves much more enticing this close, different than they were the last time I saw him. His pants, suspenders, and tie were discarded, leaving him in the G-string and mask. My fingers itched to reach out, to touch him like I knew I couldn’t. My body slid down on the couch, doing what felt right as I settled in for my private show. I was going to have to send Dexen a fucking gift basket for this.
The closer the vixen got, the more I found my willpower crumbling. Dexen told me I could break the rules. Would I was the question.
Before I knew it, the vixen straddled my lap, his hands on my shoulders. Dexen said no touching, yet here was this gorgeous creature up close with his beautiful body on mine. I almost swallowed my tongue. My eyes latched on to his hard dick, pushing the limits of the thin fabric covering it. I had to press my lips closed to keep from drooling.
What was it about this man? I needed to know why him. Why now when years had passed with no one on my radar outside of a quick fuck and Perry, who had no clue I loved him?
“Touch me,” the vixen said in barely a whisper.
My hips punched up on instinct at hearing his voice this close. The sound teased a memory I was unable to grasp.
“Put your hands on my hips,” he commanded low. “It’s okay. I want you to touch me.” All thought fled.
I followed his order, my fingers wrapping around his firm waist.
This was where I died. Where my heart stopped beating and life left me. Because nothing had ever been as good as this, and I was hardly touching him.
“Fuck.” He shuddered. It ran through his body, vibrating beneath my hands. Was I affecting him? That couldn’t be right. He did this all the time. He was used to this. Maybe not being on their lap. I was certain he danced privately for others. And here I was. No one.
He didn’t stop moving. Didn’t stop gyrating sensually on top of me to the heavy beat of the music. His dick pushed against my stomach. His forehead dropped to mine; his eyes closed. “If you want me to stop—”
“No,” I blurted. Who in their right mind would tell him to stop?
“I…” He thrust against me again. Shuddered once more.
I adjusted him on my lap so the way he moved ground down on my dick just right. It had been a long time since I’d come in my pants, but I was prepared to do it now and not give a solitary fuck.
Sweet pink lips parted; the scent of vanilla invaded my senses. Gorgeous eyes fluttered. Slender fingers reached down to lift my shirt and bring it over my head, leaving my arms still in it, while my chest and stomach were exposed. He bounced gently on me, rubbing himself until I felt flesh on flesh, the G-string no longer containing him. The head of his dick brushed over the hair on my stomach, grinding against my muscles as they flexed from the contact.
“Please,” I begged. It was raw in my throat, a prayer I needed answered.
He ground down harder, moving his ass. I couldn’t resist the urge and slid my hands to his bare cheeks, digging my fingers into his flesh as I gave a strangled moan and flooded my briefs with a fountain of cum.
He whimpered, “God, you’re… You just… Fuuuccckkk…” He shot in long, thick ropes over my stomach and chest. Some even hit my chin. I held him through it, not wanting to let go. But the moment passed all too soon.
The vixen scrambled off me, stumbling to the floor. I tried to help him up, but he refused with a shake of his head.
He was out the door before I could say a word.
4
DOMINIC
I shook. My hands, my legs, every part of me was in shock.
Why did I just do that? I knew exactly who Peyton was the second he came into the room. Fucking Dexen knew what he was doing too. He knew Peyton and I worked together.
Dexen didn’t force me to climb on Peyton’s lap though. He didn’t make me push every boundary I had until I came all over Peyton’s chest. Once I was that close to him, seeing him in a way I hadn’t before, seeing him desireme, all bets were off.
Peyton, the man who was always guarded, always in control, was on the couch in the club, desire swimming in his eyes.For me.There wasn’t a question of how much he wanted me, especially once I sat on his lap and felt the anaconda in his jeans.
