A Wicked Game(16)

Grinning, he leapt to his feet. “Come on.” He winked at her.

She reached for the towel.

“No. Leave it there. Playing naked is part of the game.”

Tori followed him down the stairs. Butterflies danced around in her stomach as she tried to imagine just what kind of game she’d agreed to play. She lingered on the second to last step of the stairs, catching sight of him sitting on an accent chair set a few feet from the fire pole.

He studied her. The intensity of his gaze burned her inside out. “Come,” he said, extending his hand in her direction. She walked toward him and stood between his legs. He glanced at her, setting her legs apart by a few inches. His hands stroked the outside of her thighs and made their way to her hips, where he held her in place with one hand, while he trailed his fingers to her sex.

Her body trembled at the feel of his fingers playing with her bud. Jack dragged his fingers along her folds, plunging in her entrance once before easing back in his chair. Looking up at her, he reached behind him and pulled out a remote control. “Ready?” He raised a brow.

No, she wasn’t, but if it meant he’d touch her again, she’d lie. She nodded and he pressed a button on the control, immediately dimming the lights. Tori glanced around the room, noticing the spotlight on the pole behind her.

“Dance for me, won’t you?” he said in a low voice.

She looked at the pole and then back at him. “Have you had other women pole dance for you?”

His lips curved into a tight lip smile, his gaze never leaving her. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear answers to. Come on, dance for me, Tori.” Jack pressed another button on the control and the surround sound system filled the dimly lit room with “Soldier of Love” by Sade.

He wanted a dance? All right. She’d give him the best dance of his life. Tori set one foot behind the other, making a slow turn, taking the few steps to the pole in a cat-like walk. She bet he thought she’d make a fool of herself. Well, she wasn’t a pro, but her gym pole-dancing lessons were about to pay off.

Tori grabbed the pole and circled it. She gracefully hooked a leg around the pole, gripping it behind her knee as she arched her back. Tori swung her body around the pole, letting her towel-dry hair hang low on her back.

Jack set the remote next to him on the chair. He parted his towel, baring his erection, and wrapped his hand around his engorged shaft.

She bit her lip, holding his gaze. She stood in front of the pole and reached behind her, grabbing it with both hands again. Tori swayed her hips in a slow motion to the beat of the music while sliding on the post. When she was close to the floor, she parted her legs. Letting go of her hold on the pole, she dragged her hand down her front to her pussy, tracing her wet folds with a finger. She then brought it to her mouth, licking it as she stood.

She turned to the post and gripped it above her head with both hands once more. Tori wrapped her leg around it and pulled her body up, climbing it. With every dance move she made, she lost herself in the sultry melody rushing through her body. Tori fastened her hold on the pole with the back of her knees as she changed positions, moving her hands below her feet. She breathed in. Closing her eyes, she concentrated in putting her body weight on her arms as she spread her legs apart bit by bit.

Strong hands gripped her waist. Jack dragged his tongue along the length of her pussy. Her hands gave way, sliding on the post. She’d been so enthralled in the music that she hadn’t seen him walk to her.

“Easy, baby. I won’t let you fall.” He covered her core with his mouth, his stiffened shaft pressed into her back. He helped her slide to the floor and untangled her from the pole, making sure she didn’t hurt herself in the process.

Tori found herself kneeling on the floor, her arms and legs shaking. She was so turned on her body hurt. Jack was also on his knees, behind her. He grasped her hips, bringing her on top of him. His full length stretched her entrance as she slid down, covering every single inch of him.

“Hmm… Tori.” He grunted, pushing into her, spreading her legs farther apart with his hands. She closed her eyes, leaning into him, letting the heat from his chest burn her bare back and consume her whole. The song still played. He must’ve set it to auto-repeat, because she knew the song was long, but not that long.

“Have you pole danced for anyone before?” he whispered, his fingers making circles below her navel and finding their way to her sex.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear answers to,” she said, swaying her hips to the rhythm of the sensual song. The difference now was instead of dancing on the pole, she danced on Jack. He brushed the curve of her ear with his lips, leaving a hot stream of soft kisses mixed with sweet nothings along its path to her neck. His hand cupped her breast, his fingers playing with her nipple. She touched his hand on her sex and laced her fingers with his, stroking her clit.